The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-05-24


door. These were not of the revolt
thy with them.
He slipped around to the door and
ran up the canyon, splashing through
the mud. reckless OF his white duck
suit, across the little stream and on
up the trail TO The old tunnel. Into
the dark opening he CROPPED hastily
lighting matches rs he went AT the
second stop he paused, leaning breath
less against the wall and staring at an
open packing case.
They've found the cache and got
the rifes-every last one of theml
And all the cartridges. No. they've
left some," he added, bitterly, as he
stopped and picked up Two glitterine
brass capsules IN the light OF his
flickering match. who told them
where the cache was? Oh, ! might
have known! Well, this is hell"
And then he thought of his deserted
guests and bolted back down the
trail. But nearing the concentrating
works he stepped to the opep window
of one of the sheds and called out
MACPHERSON, die you boys all right
in there?"
Silence.
Mac! Mac!" he cried A cicada
grated shrilly in corner, With a
sense of something terrible impending,
Banning rushed into the shed, struck
a match, lit a candle, and by the light
saw the seven Americans who had
been the mainstays at the mines ly-
ing stifiiy in their hunks. The
machetes had done their work quietly.
He ran from the shed back to the
house and appeared before Nesbitt and
Card something quite the reverse of
the cool, trim figure in white that
had left them ten minutes before.
There's a few mustangs left In the
corral" said Banning. saw 'em as
came past there. Now, the best
thing you folks can do Is to take the
trail right away. You get to Gomez
tonight. I'll help you down there,
and the Rurals will see you to the
railroad tomorrow. know it's hard
work on top of all the riding you've
done, but we couldn't stand the siege
here"
AS he helped Muriel on her horse,
Banning looked at her with the gnaw-
ing hunger of love denied and the
uneasiness of devouring concern. In
the sharp, cold light of danger, the
mask of conventionality fell and she
saw him her lover of old. And as he
mounted and led the way down the
nan 10 ri 10 hur oil I'M ht.az
ly in the moonlight, he was again
her true knight OF the old romaunt.
She had no ear for Cards peevish
criticisms of the plan of escape nor
for his constant references to the
bad management She rode behind
her father. Card bringing up the rear.
but her eyes were upon the alert, reso-
lutte man in white who led the way.
and her heart rode with him.
In an hour they had reached the
place where the Pajaro trail joined
theirs. 1t was i two hours ride to
Gomez, and the protection OF the
idling soldiery. But they were not
yet out of Ell Tnfiernillo-the Little
He'll.
or sudden there was a racket of
hoofs from behind, dart OF flame, and
rife ball spat itself upon rock
near Banning's head.
There was a brisk whirr of shots,
and down rolled Muriels mustang. In
stantly Banning was out of the saddle
Lifting her quickly on his horse, he
struck the animal with his bare hand,
and 1t would have leaped forward but
that she held it In check
60 on" he commanded. Quick!
| quick!"
But you," she cried, hoarsely.
What will you do: Get up here with
me. Come! Hury!"
"Oh, III be all right" he said, con-
fidently.
But they'll kill you! You
mustn't"
For answer he struck her horse a
pquick. sharp blow on the flank with
the stick. At the same time her IA
Their, from the growing distance,
yelled aloud:
"Mu! MI! For Gods sake hurry
up! Mu!"
"Good-by, Muriel," said Banning,
grasping his rife.
She tried to hold IN the maddened mus
tang while she called:
"Good-by. ! know you are doing
this for mel know 1t; and remem-
Der, love you! / love you! / love
you!"
Her horse darted away and the gray
skirt was lost behind a turn of the
trail. Banning raised his rifle and
walked quietly behind a rock, a grim
smile upon his face.
Who was that Greek chap that
stayed and held the pass?" he unused
as his rifle barrel lay along the top
of the rock. He must have had
nerve"
Capt Don Rosario y Hernandez rode
back to Gomez at the head of his vic
torious band.
Talk about yer Yaqui fighters, -
said he in the bar-room of the Hotel
Armada, they amt no keener than