The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1903-08-13

a little sigh. 1t seemed tough lack,
just when he had supposed he would
be safe if he reached the foothills.
EEut Dick did not hesitate as to his
| choice.
THE horse can't carry double" he
said, briefly, dismounting as he
| spoke. You ride south to the One
Trail rancn. There you will be safe.
Hurry, hurry! This isn't the time
for talk"
Even with the terror of the Yaquis
on her the girl hesitated.
Il won't ride away on your horse
and leave you to be killed." she said.
in determined tones.
Then Dick lied, noble lie.
There's little gully 1 know Of,
where one person can hide, espe-
cially as they will be watching the
trail of the horse and not looking
for me. l won't run half the risk
that riding double would be-"
As the girl rode off Dick looked
grimly around.
Lots of little gullies," he thought,
but none that would hide a rat
from those sharp-eyed Indians. Well,
Eli shoot as long as 1 can and keep
the last bullet for myself No little
fires on his stomach for Mr.. Dick
Carter"
The course the Yaquis and the
lynching party were taking prevent
ed each from seeing the other, low
ridge intervening between them. The
Yaquis reached the foothills first.
swung around curve and, intent
on the trail left by the girl, came
on at gallop. Then suddenly the
lynchers rode over the ride, con-
siderable distance to the northwest.
Before either party had time to
more than barely realize the pres
ence of the other they were within
shooting range.
The Indians, although taken by
surprise, supposed most naturally
that the lynchers were on their trail,
not being acquainted with the incl
dent of the disappearance of
Scotty Farrelrs horse. They scat
tered to such cover as could be
found and opened fire. The lynchers
were even more surprised than the
Indians. But they were well armed
and not the kind of men to meekly
submit to being shot at. In a mo-
ment very pretty, if wholly I'M
looked for, fight was in progress.
For a short time Dick Carter
watched the fight with feelings of
unholy joy. Both parties were
equally his enemies. The more they
injured each other the better were
his chances for ultimate escape.
Then his emotions began to change.
The Yaquis outnumbered the Ameri-
cans and slowly, but surely, were
getting the better of the contest.
After all, thought Dick, the lynchers
were men of his own race and breed,
even though they had planned I'M
kind treatment of himself. Should
he look on while they were killed
and wounded by lot of Indians, and
Indians from across the border at
that? Dick stretched himself out in
the little gully, got a good sight and
began pumping at the Yaquis with
his repeating rife.
This practically settled the fight.
The Yaquis were dismayed at the
rear attack and supposed it meant
the arrival of achievements for the
white men. They scattered, their
firing grew desultory and a few min
utes later the entire band were in
full flight.
There was no use trying to run
away on foot and Dick sauntered
coolly over to the somewhat dimin-
ished band of lynchers. The recog-
milton of their unexpected Ally gave
them considerable of a surprise.
"You turned up just at the right
second for us, Dick" observed the
leader. by the way, if it's not
personal question, what's become of
Scotty Farrells horse?"
"a girls got it," said Dick, with
rather more nonchalance than he
really felt. "a girl the Indians were
chasing and whose horse broke its
leg. She's ridden it down to the One
Trail ranch. Scotty can get it there"
Seeing the way you bobbed up
| just when we were needing you, I
guess everything is all right this
time" replied the leader, CHANGING
at the rest of the band and at Scotty
Farrell in particular. Scotty nodded
his head. But the next time you
borrow a horse don't be quite so
impromptu about it. Grab one of
those Indian ponies. Well ride on
to the ranch. see that the girl is
safe and get the horse"
Blamed if I didn't make the right
choice for all parties" thought Dick,
as he mounted the pony. Though 1
didn't think so at the time. When I
saw that girl galloping away on
Scotty's horse I thought it meant
either torture or bullet in his head
| for Dick Carter"
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