Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1907-12-19
CHAPTER I.
The Island With . Mystery.

Inc tsIaUo WIN = myutotys
He said positively to Battle Az. his
scraggy buckskin COW pony. that they
would ride to the summit OF this one
blur, and that Il should be the last.
But he had said the same thing many
times since striking the barren hill TO
sien thanking both sides OF the river.
Hump after hump had been surmount'
Cd since the sound Of the first prom.
Loo had tickled the ears OF the tired
broncho. humps as alike as the two
humps OF O Bactrian camel, the monot'
onous continuity OF which might very
well have confused the mind OF one
less at home on these ranges than
George Williston. Even he, riding u
blind trail since sun.up sitting his
saddle with a heavy indifference born
OF heat and fatigue, began to think II
might be that they were describing a
circle and the sun was playing them
strange tricks. Still, he urged his pony
10 one more effort; Just so much
farther and they would retrace their
steps, giving up for this day at least
the locating Of q small bunch Of cat
lie. branded lazy 8, missing these
three days.
Had not untoward circumstances
istsrvened, he might still have gone
blindly on; for. laying aside the gam
bling fever that was on him. he could
NJ afford to lose the ten or twelve
steers somewhere wandering the wide
range or huddled into some safe place,
there to abide the time when daring
rustler might conveniently play at
witchcraft with the brand or other
wise dispose Of them with profit to
himself and with credit to his craft.
Moreover. what might possibly never
have been missed from the vast herds
Of Langford. his neighbor OF the plains
country, was OF most serious import
to Williston.
Devil take you, Battle Ak. but
you're SLOW" muttered Williston. I'D
give q good deal to sit down this min
ute to some Of my little girls flap.
Jacks and coffee. But nothing for us,
laxy.benes, till midnight-or morning.
more likely. Do walk up as II you had
some little standing in the world OF
COW ponies. You haven't, OF a surety,
but you might make an effort. All
things are possible to him who tries.
you know. which is tremendous lie,
Of course. But perhaps it doesn't APP
ply to poor devils like us who are
has beens.' Here we are. All"
There were no more hills. Almost
directly at his feet was one OF those
precipitsus getaways that character
Inc the border bluffs OF the Missouri
river. A few more steps, in the dark,
and, horse and rider would have plung'
"a over o sheer wall Of nearly 200
feet. Az II was, Williston gave a gasp
Of involuntary horror which almost
simultaneously gave place to one OF
weAdsr and establishment. He had
struck the river at q point absolutely
new to him. Il was the time OF low
water. and the river, in most OF It's
phases muddy and sullen-looking,
cleaned silver and gold with the gilt
ter Of the setting sun, making a royal
highway to the dwelling-place OF
Phoebus. A little to the north OF this
sparkling highroad lay what would
have been an island In high water
thickly wooded with willows and cot
'tonwoods. Now Q long stretch OF sand
reached between bluff and island.
Dismounting, with the quick thought
that yonder island might hold the Sc
cret Of his lost cattle, he crept as
close to the edge as he dared. The
cut was sheer and tawny, entirely de-
void Of shrubbery by means OF which
one might hazard descent. The sand
bed began Immediately at the foot OF
the yellow wall. Even though one
managed to gain the bottom, one
would hardly dare risk the deceitful
sands, ever shifting. fair and treach.
efcus. Banned, he was on the point OF
rehounting to retrace his steps when
n dropped. hts foot from the stirrup
ahlased. Was the day Of miracles not
vi passed?
Il was the sun, OF course. Twelve
honrs Of sun in the eyes could play
STANCE tricks. and might even cause
aAancing black speck to assume the
sehblance Of Q man on horseback,
pi1king his way easily, though may.
hap . blt warily, across the waste OF
sad. He seemed to have sprung from
he very bowels OF the blum. Whence
else? Many q rod beyond and above
th5 ghostly fgure froyned the tawny,
wicked cut-away. Path for neither
hbrse nor man appeared 80 far - eye
could reach. II must be the sun. But
it:Mas not the sun.
slEDtionlem, intent, q figure cast u
hebnse % the sun went down, the lean
rshchman gAzed steadfastly down
uton the miniature man and horse
creeping alonE % far below. Not IN
III the object of his fixed gaze had
hssn swallow Ga by the trees and I'M
dsrbrush did ,hk muscles relax. This
nan had ridden a. n unafraid.
ssWhat maik has done. man can DO.
nm swiftly Through Wililston's brain.
1if with mo idea Of abandoning his
SSnrch uItiI he had .probed the nays
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