The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-12-13
CONTINUED from issue of Nov. 90
CHAPTER x.


~ took to the right and urged
their horses along a forsaken trail to
the headwaters of the little tributary
and over the low saddle. They had en-
deavored to reach unfrequented paths
\ as soon as possible IN order that they
might pass unnoticed. Before quitting
the valley they halted their heaving
horses and. selecting a stagnant pool,
secured the grease paint from their
features as best they could. Their
ears were strained for sounds Of pur-
suit, but as the moments passed and
none came the tension eased some
what, and they conversed guardedly.
AS the morning light spread they
crossed the moss capped summit of the
range, but paused again, and, remov-
ing two saddles, hid them among the
rocks. Slapjack left the others here
and rode southwark down the Dry
Creek trail toward town, while the
partners shifted part Of the weight
from the overloaded pack mules to the
remaining saddle animals and con-
tinued eastward along the barren
comb of hills on foot, leading the five
horses.
ut don't seem like We'll get away
this easy" said Dextry, scanning the
back trail. IF we do, I'll be tempted
to foller the business regular This
Srease paint on my face makes me
smell like minstrel man. bet wen
get some bully press notices tomor-
row." "a
II wonder what Helen was doing
there" Glenister answered irrelevant
ly, for he had been more shaken by
his encounter with her than at his part
In the rest of the enterprise and his
mind, which should have been busted
with the flight, held nothing but pic
lures Of her as she stood in the half
darkness under the fear of his Win
chester. "What if She ever learned
who that black ruffian WASP He
quailed at the thought.
.'Say, Dex, i am going to marry that
girl"
81 dunno if you be or not" said Dex-
try. Better watch Mcnamara
'WhatY The younger man stopped
and stared. What do you mean?'
go on. Don't stop the horses. l
amt blind. kin put two an two to-
gether."
you'll never put those two together.
Nonsense! Why, the mans rascal
1 wouldn't let him have her. Besides
II couldn't be. She'll find him out.
love her so much that-oh, my feelings
are too big to talk about" He moved
his hands eloquently. you can't un-
derstand."
"Um-m! / s'pose not" grunted Dex-
try, but his eyes were level and held
the light of the past
HE may be rascal" the old man
continued, after little. I'll put in
with you on that but he's handsome
devil, and as for manners he makes
you look like logger. He's brave
man too. Them three qualities are
trump cards and warranted to take,
most any queen in the human deck
red, white or yellow"
IF he dares," growled Glenister.
while his thick brows came forward,
and ugly lines hardened in his face.
In the gray of the early morning
they descended the foothills into the
wide valley Of the Nome river and
filed out across the rolling country to
the river bluffs where, cleverly con-
cealed among the willows, was
rocker. This they set up, then pro-
ceeded to wash the dirt from the sacks
carefully, yet with the utmost speed,
for there was serious danger of dis
covery. 1t was wonderful, this treas
ure Of the richest ground since the
days of 40, and the men worked with
shining eyes and hands a-tremble The
gold was coarse, and many ragged vel
low Jumps, too large to pass through
the screen. rolled in the hopper, while
the aprons bellied with its weight In
the pans which they had provided there
grew cleaning heap of wet, raw gold.
Shortly, by divergent routes, the part
ners rode unnoticed into town and into
the excitement of the holdup news.
while the tardy still fingered over
their breakfasts. Far out in the road
stead lay the Roanoke, black smoke
pouring from her stack. A tug was re-
turning from its last trip to her.
Glenister forced his lathered horse
down to the beach and questioned the
iongshoremen who hung about
mo. It's too late to get aboard
the last tender is on its way back"
they Informed him. 'Tf you want to
go to the outside you'll have to wait
for the fleet. That only means another
week, and-there she blows now"
ribbon of white mingled with the
velvet from the steamers Ninnel. and
there came slow, throbbing, farewell
blast
GIenister's jaw clicked and squared.
Quick, You menl" he cried to the
sailors. II want the lightest dory on
the beach and the strongest oarsmea
In the crowd. I'll be back In five min
utes. There's hundred dollars In il
for you IL we catch that ship"
He whirled and spurred up through
the mud Of the streets. Bill Wheaton
was snoring luxuriously when wrench
cd from bis bed by a disheveled man
who shook him into wakefulness and
Into portion of his clothes, with n
storm Of excited instructions. The