The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-11-17

listen, and heard through the stin
night first one cry and then many
voices in various keys Of alarm and
rage. Then she bent toward the pris.
oner, tore the bandage from his eyes,
and with more difficulty freed him OF
the gag. He blinked and spluttered
at this unexpected deliverance. then
blinked and spluttered afresh at see.
ing that his captor was young wom-
an, who was plainly not of his world.
Jerry watched him wonderingly, then
addressed him In her most agreeable
tone.
You were caught ind tied by two
men over there by a church. saw
them, and when they went off and left
you, l came along and brought you
with me, thinking to 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 l shall always deeply appre.
ciate."
Mr.. Bill 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 strap, was the
most amazing human being that had
yet dawned on his horizon. He was
not stupid, but Jerry's manner OF
speech had baffled more sophisticated
minds than Appleweight's, and the
sweet sincerity of her tone, and her
frank countenance, hallowed as 1t 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 Dangerfeld's heart. But the
cries behind them were more pro
nounced, and Appleweight was moth.
ing II not man of action.
Take these things off'n me-" he
commanded fiercely. land I'll see y
safe to Ardsley."
mot in the least" replied Jerry
who was herself not unmindful of the
voices behind. you will kindly tell
me the way, and I 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, Il 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 baffied Jerry when first she
broke into the clearing.
"Thet's the highest" said Apple
weight. "and we'd better git"
She set the pace at a trot. and was
relieved In few minutes to pass one
or two landmarks which she remem
bered from her flight 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
moon was sinking behind the forest
trees. Jerry took advantage of ar
occasional straight strip Of road to &C
forward at a gallop, but these
stretches did not offer frequently. and
the two riders kept pretty steadily tc
smart trot
AS they walked their horses through
bit of sand, the prisoner spoke;
who air yu, little gal?"
Jerry turned in the saddle, so that
Appleweight enjoyed full view Of
her face.
II am perfectly willing to tell you
my name, but first it would be more
courteous for you to tell me yours
| particularly as l am delivering you
from band OF outlaws who undoubt
edly intended to do you harm"
He laughed-a curious, chuckline
laugh. He had ceased to struggle al
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 Gun
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 a new feature o.
the game as heretofore played alonf
the border. He did not make it out
nor was he wholly satisfied with the
girls explanation of her presence IL
that out-of-the-way place.
He had several times called out di
rections as they crossed other path,
in the forest. and they now reached
the main trunk road of the estate
The red bungalow, Jerry knew, wa.
not far away. Her prisoner spoke
again.