The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-11-03


administration is a fizzle," said ara
more as they resumed their marcf
through the forest. There was
wilder fling to the roll Of the lano
now but the underbrush was better
cleared. and the trail had become
bridle.path that had known man
care.
This is some OF Paul's work, said
Ardmore: "and If am not very much
mistaken we are on my land now and
headed straight enough for the wagon
road that leads south beyond the req
bungalow. These roads in here were
planned to give variety, but | never
before appreciated how complicated
they are"
The path stretched away through
the heavy forest, and they climbed 10
a ridge that commanded wide region
that lay bathed in silver moonlight,
so softly luminous that 1t seemed OF
the stuff of shadows made light. west
ward, a mile distant, lay Ardsley, only
a little below the level of the bridge
and touched with faint purple as OF
spring twilight.
Ardmore sat his saddle, quietly con-
! templating the great house that
struck him almost for the first time as
imposing He felt, too, little heart
ache that he did not quite understand
Wed better be moving" suggested
| Cooke. Look below there!"
Looking off from the ridge they saw
q man and a woman riding along a
strip of road from which the timber
had been cut. The night was so still,
the gray light so subdued, that the
two figures moved as steadily and
softly as shadow pictures on screen.
The slow even motion of the riders
was interrupted suddenly. The man,
who was nearer the remote observers,
had stopred and bent toward the
woman as though to snatch her rein.
when her horse threw up its head
and fell back on its launches. Then
the woman struck the man a blow
with her riding-crop, and galloped
swiftly away along the white ribbon.
like road. In the perfect night-silence
it was like scene of pantomime,
That's all right" cried Cooke.
Come along! Wen cut into that
road at the bungalow"
They swung their horses away from
the ridge and back into the bridle-
path, which once more dipped sharply
down into heavy timber, Cooke lead.
ing the way, and three of the best
hunters known to the Ardsley stables
flew down the clear but winding path.
The incident which the trio had wit
messed required no Interpretation; the
girls blow and fight had translated
it into language explicit enough.
Ardmore thanked his German for
ester thousand times for the admir-
able bridle-path over which they gal
loped, with its certain footing beneath
and clean sweep from the boughs
above. The blood surged hotly through
his heart, and he was angry for the
first time in his life; but his head was
cool, and the damp air of the forest
flowing by tranquillized him into a
new elation of spirit. Jerry Danger
field was the dearest and noblest and
bravest girl in the world-he knew
that; and she was clever and resource.
full enough to devise means for pre-
serving her fathers official and priv.
ate honor; and not less quick to de.
fend herself from insult from a titled
scoundrel.
The three men rode out into the
broad highway at the red bungalow and
paused to listen
He hasn't got here yet. Only one
person has passed and these must be
the tracks of the girls horse" said
Cooke, who had dismounted and struck
matches, the better to observe the
faint footprints in the hard shell
road
He'll be along in minute Let us
got into the shadow of the bungalow
and when he comes we'll ride out and
nail him. The bungalows a sort of
way house. | often stop here when
I'm out on the estate and want to
rest. have the key in my pocket"
AS Ardmores keys jingled in the
lock Cooke cried out softly. Their
quarry was riding swiftly toward
them, and he drew rein before the
bungalow as Cooke and Collins rode
out to meet him.
Il say" painted the duke.
You are our prisoner. Dismount
and come into this house"
ITO RE CONTINUED,