Anadarko daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 1908-191?, 1910-10-15

listen. snd heard through tho stn
night FIRST one cry and then many
voices IN various keys Of alarm and
rage Then she bent toward the prls-
oncr. tore the bandage from his eyes,
and with more difficulty freed him Of
the gag lie blinked and spluttered
at this unexpected deliverauce. then
blinkod aud spluttered afresh at see.
ing that his captor was a young won.
an, who was plainly not Of his world
Jerry watched him wonderiugly, then
addressed him in her most agreeable
tone
"You we're caught and tied by two
men over there by a church ] saw
them, and when they went off and left
you. I came along and brought you
with me. thinking 20 save your life.
| want to get home as quickly as pos
sible, and though | do not know you,
and am quite sure we never met be.
fore. / hope you will kindly guide me
to Ardsley. and thereby render me a
service shall always deeply appre
ciate."
MIR Bin Appleweight, alias Poteet,
was well hardened to the shocks OF
time. but the pleasant-voiced girl,
coolly sitting her horse, and holding
his own lank steed by a strap, was the
most amazing human being that had
yet dawned on his horizon. lie was
not stupid. but Jerry's manner OF
speech had bafiied more sophisticated
minds than Appleweight's. and the
sweet sincerity OF her tone, and her
frank cuuntenance, hallowed as Il was
| by the moonlight wrought in the out.
| laws mind befuddlement not wholly
unlike that which had possessed the
wits of many young gallants south OF
| the Potomac who had laid siege to
! Jerry Dangerield's heart. But the
! cries behind them were more pro.
nounced and Appleweight was moth.
| ing If not a man of action.
Take these things off'n me-" he
commanded fiercely, "and I'll see y
I safe to Ardsley."
Not in the least" replied Jerry,
who was herself not unmindful Of the
voices behind. you will kindly tell
me the way, and | will accommodate
my pace to that of your own some
what ill-nourished beast And as
there's mob looking for you back
there, all ready to hang you to one
Of these noble forest trees. | advise
you to use more haste and less eau
ton in pointing the way"
Appleweight lifted his head and
took his bearing. Then he nodded to
! ward one of the three trails which
had so bafled Jerry when first she
broke into the clearing
"Thets the highest" said Apple.
weight, "and we'd better git"
She set the pace at trot. and was
relieved in a few minutes to pass one
or two landmarks which she remem.
bered from her fight through the
woods As they splashed through the
brook she had forded, she was quite
confident that the captive was play.
ing her no trick, but that in due
course she should strike the high
road to Ardsley which she abandoned
to throw off the duke of Ballywinkle
1t was now ten o'clock, and the
|
trees. Jerry took advantage OF an
occasional straight strip of road TO go
forward at a gallop, but these
stretches did not offer frequently, and
the two riders kept pretty steadily to
a smart trot
AS they walked their horses through
a bit Of sand. the prisoner spoke;
who air y'u, little gal?"
Jerry turned in the saddle, so that
Appleweight enjoyed a full view OF
her face.
81 am perfectly willing to tell you
my name, but first 1t would be more
courteous for you to tell me yours
particularly as l am delivering you
from a band OF outlaws who undoubt
edly intended to do you harm"
He laughed-a curious, chuckling
laugh He had ceased to struggle at
his bonds, but seemed resigned to his
strange fate. He had not answered
Jerry's question. and had no intention
of doing so. The sudden attack al
the church had aroused all his cum
ming Appleweight, alias Poteet, was
an old wolf, and knew we'll the ways
of the trapper; but the bold attempt
TO kidnap him was new feature OF
the game as heretofore played along
the border. He did not make It out;
nor was he wholly satisfied with the
girls explanation OF her presence in
that out-ofthe-way place.
He had several times called out di
rections as they crossed other paths
in the forest, and they now reached
the main trunk road of the estate
The red bungalow, Jerry knew, was
not far away. Her prisoner spoke
again.
CTO BE CoNTINUED)