The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-07-31
CHAPTER xxi.
PIucked from the BURNING.

CHAPTER xxi.
PIucked from the Burning. !
That Miss Spencer was deeply agi- I
tated was evident at a glance. while t
the nervous manner in which she /
glanced in the direction of those dis.
tant gunshots, led Brant to jump to
the conclusion that they were in some |
way connected with her appearance.
"Oh. Lieutenant Brant," she cried.
excitedly, they are going to kill him
down there, aad he never did it at all. /
I know he didn't, and so does MIR.
Wynkoop. Oh, please hurry! No
body knew where you were, until I
saw your horse tied here, and Mr.
Wynkoop has been hunting for you ev-
erywhere. He is nearly frantic, poor
man, and ! cannot learn where either
Mr.. Moffat or Mr.. Mcneil is, and
just know those dreadful creatures
will kill him before we can get help"
Kill whom" burst in Brant, spring
ing down the bank fully awakened to
| the realization of some unknown
emergency. MY dear Miss Spencer,
tell me your story quickly if you wish
me to act. Who is in danger, and
from what?"
The girl burst into tears, but strug-
gled bravely through with her mes
sage.
IT'S those awful men, the roughs
and rowdies down in Glencaid They
say he murdered Red Slavin, that big
| gambler who spoke to me this morn
ing, but he didn't for I saw the man
who did, and so did Mr. Wynkoop. He
jumped out of the saloon window, his
| hand all bloody, and ran away. But
they've got him and the town marshal
up behind the Shasta dump, and swear
they're going to hang him if they can
only take him alive. Oh, just hear
those awful guns!"
Yes, but who is it,"
Bob Hampton, and-and he never
did it at ALL"
Before Brant could either move or
speak, Nadia swept past him, down
the steep bank. and her voice rang
out clear, insistent Bob Hampton
attacked by mob? Is that true,
Phoebe? They are fighting at the
Shasta dump, you say? Lieut.. Brant.
you must act-you must act now, for
my sake!"
She sprang toward the horse, nerv-
ed by Brant's apparent slowness to re
spond, and loosened the rein from the
scrub oak Then I will go to him
even if they kill me also, the
cowardsi"
But Brant had got his head now
Grasping her arm and the rein of the
plunging horse, You will go home,
he commanded, with the tone of mill
tary authority Go home with Miss
Spencer. All that can possibly be
done to aid Hampton l shall do-wil
you go?"
She looked helplessly into his face
; "You-you don't like him." she falter
ed; 81 know you don't. But-but yol
, will help him, won't you, for m,
sake?"
He crushed back an oath. "Lik
i, him or not like him. will save him
:. be in the power of man. Now vii
you go?"
: Yes she answered, and suddenl
GAI6HuSu hCI IAlSF~ lilC III 81
With the magical pressure Of he
= lips upon his. he swung into the sac
: die and spurred down the road
was a principle of his military traiT
ing never to temporize with a mob
he would strike hard. but he mus
: have sufficient force behind him. II
refined up before the seemingly deser
ed camp. his horse flung back upon il
launches, white foam fecking Ii
quivering tanks.
= Sergeant" The sharp snap of hi
voice brought that officer forward Q
: the run. Where are the men?"
"Playin' ball, most of 'em, sir. ju'
beyond the ridge"
u Are the horses out in the herd?"
= Yes. sir"
> Sound the recall; arm and moul
every man: bring them into Glenca
on the gallop. Do you know the O
y Shasta mine?"
NO, sir"
- Halfway up the hill back Of Il
hotel You'll find me somewhere
front OF it. This is a matter Of life
death, so jump lively now.!"
"a (To be continued)
Nv To sneak to many ueoDIe rou mn