New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1908-09-20

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barrel rose up damminS the current, and he n-e
forward his strong feet firm clutChing at the I'd
bed They had lust made It The girls legs 1aa
against water dashed rock which stood like an
70 the gate of death they had slipped
On the bank the chestnut stopped sppai
legs wide and shook himself till the saddle
beat against his strong sides Ike the drum
pheasant.
chris slipped into her wet skirt. sprang to
saddle, and as they angled up the sloplng ba1l3
caressed ChinoOk's neck, saying You 11
wise old chap You knew more about it than
On the prairie she halted to listen. There gs
sound of galloping hOrsemen no clamor Of -
nothing but the sulen boom of the rapids gHT
IN anger over her escape
Chris touched Chinook with her heel alt
moved out into the prairie The pound sn0ul
straight ahead she unused dipping her head
that the mound of its sides might show IN the Z
of vision Suddenly its banks doomed ahead
TO the left Ten wards from II she slipped 70 81
threw the rein over Chinook head where It l4l
IN anchorage, and. crawling cautiously up lnS
ling mound which was like the nm OF a huge
Deered into its depths The gloomy hollow was Sri
Indistinct1v the blurred form of something grew
the girls eyes 1t might ne a horse or oea-
CHE whistled- There Was no answer. Fran
~ she called softly
The clicking note OF . revolver nalllhel ~
TO place came IN answer on the dead night an
Don't shoot Frank Its me, Chris m q.
mo down to You I'm alone" And down
gravel wall that had been SlOped by prarre ~
the girl glided 70 the floor OF the pound, anu anu
the same low voiced assurance OF ner n'-
crossed to the figure OF q man she couid nO'
out in the dim moonlight
You here, Chris! Nv God what are you ~
heref"
At the ring Of Sonlers toyish voice. the gr-
- sob of relief asked. Is Preacher Black hS IN.
No" he answered Then susPicousE' "
should he be here Why are YOU here u
What has happened!
First start fire, Frank
'- \ fire. Are YOU mad, girl n
Quick DO as / tell YOU III explain
must trust mel I've ridden tonight 70 S4''
Quick! Is there any wood here, nav
matchf' STOPPING, chris swept the slODI'
herel'' With knife Soners rasPsqi !.
ings from dry stick OF poplar and t'u'n'O
with a match.
Eagerly Chris topped the Hcsins bI2ze VIII +
wood, saying. We must have hgnt, ram ram % Cr
dark men sometimes shoot friends as wen -
What IS IT all about. thr~' ~
Preacher BlaCk-yoU were 90 meet -sV-
20 see him, didn't YOU
He wasn't coming 70 meet me -. i,
You lie, Frank 70 save him: 0u'
God knows l wish It WASH q llel =, +o,,,
You are wet. Soners ~a,d evasively ~ %
the girls leather coat. which IN rs We I tTrrs .
threw the sweet curves of her oyumetrllcdIi -
strong relief. Tell me. please, What
pened 90. boz
Il swan the river 20 save Eour HE NY ~
My life Chris: r,,a
Yes; his too. Nov viii You ten Ii :. f,cs aa
The girl looked angrlly lnto the man 80 rsl.
held only a Sullen silence IN the HONT 80 Ks
You won't answer-you cannot! n en-, -
The fooll Listen Frank Five men menu nI+ te-a.1
OFF have galloped out the predGhTr 81 herr
and now they are between the tord anu o,,tne
SOmers graSped pistol, hU' tn- ~, NIX INTO
hand on his arm. said with q SWING oaIi lS
post speech QUIT that kid You NJ }'I Do 8
minute Sit down beside me Qul'N'
tell yOu,' - bere n ?
:. Are YOU mad CHRIS. To be trapPeu rg,s.'
hole. one against FIVE! Am not 70 PC. e. Tois
Whisper" she commanded. mel va t3,t esag
pitched to reach his ears You SO "ss rrrs