The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1911-10-27
CHAPTER lII.-(contlnued.)

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The trail, continually skirting the
high bluff and bearing farther away
from the river, turned sharply into a
harrow ravine. There was consid-
cradle break in the rocky barrier
here. leading back for perhaps hun
dred yards, and the plainsman turned
his horse that way. dismounting when
out of sight among the boulders. He
could rest here until night with little
Hanger of discovery. He lay down on
he rocks, pillowing his head on the
saddle, but his brain was too active
20 permit sleeping Finally he drew
the letters from out his pocket, and
began examining them. They yield
I'd very little information, those TAX
en- from the older man having no en-
velopes to show to whom they had
been addressed. The single document
found in the pocket of the other was
a memorandum of account at the
Pioneer Store at Topeka, charged to
John Sibley, and marked paid. This
then must have been the younger
mans name. as the letters to the 9TH
er began occasionally Dear Will"
They we're missives such as a wife
might write to a husband long abb
sent, yet upon mission of deep in
terest to both. Keith could not fully
determine what this mission might be,
as the persons evidently understood
each other so thoroughly that mere
allusion took the place of detail
Twice the name Phyllis was mention
ed, and once Fred" was also re-
ferred to. but in neither instance
ship. although the latter appeared to
be pleaded for. Certain references
caused the belief that these letters had
been mailed from some small Mis-
souri, town, but no name was men,
toned They were Invariably signed
MARY" The only other paper Keith
discovered was brief itinerary of the
Santa Fe trail extending as far west
as the Ration Mountains, giving the
usual camping spots and places where
water was accessible. He slipped the
papers back into his pocket with a
distinct feeling of disappointment,
and lay back staring up at the little
strip of blue sky. The silence was
profound, even his horse standing mo-
tionless, and finally he fell asleep.
The sun had disappeared. and even
the gray of twilight was fading out OF
the sky, when Keith returned again
to consciousness. aroused by his
horse rolling on the soft turf He
awoke thoroughly refreshed and
eager to get away on his long nights
ride A cold lunch. hastily eaten. for
a fire would have been dangerous,
and he saddled up and was off trot-
ting out of the narrow ravine and into
the broad trail, which could be fol-
lowed without difficulty under the dull
CLEAN of the stars Horse and rider
swinging unurged into the long. easy
lope of prairie travel, the fresh air
tanning the mans face as he leaned
forward Once they halted to drink
from a narrow stream, and then push
ed on, hour after hour, through the
deserted night Keith had little fear
Of Indian raiders in that darkness,
and every stride OF his horse brought
him closer to the settlements and
further removed from danger. Yet
eyes and ears we're alert to every
shadow and sound. Once. 1t must
100 how oftor ,,,idpiobt bo drau, Il @
pony sharply back into a rock shadow
at the noise of something approach
ing from the east The stage to Santa
Fe ratified past, the four mules trot-
ting swiftly. a squad OF troopers rid
Ing hard behind. 1t was merely a
Jumping shadow sweeping swiftly
past; he could perceive the dim out
lines of driver and guard, the soldiers
swaying in their saddles, heard the
rounding of hoofs. the creak of axles
and then the apparition disappeared
into the black void. He had not call
ed out-what was the use? Those peo
ple would never pause to hunt down
prairie outlaws. and their guard was
sufficient to prevent attack. They ac
knowledged but one duty-to get the
mail through on time.
The dust of their passing still in the
air. Keith rode on, the noise dyins
AWAY in his rear AS the hours pass
ed. his horse wearied and had to be
spurred into the swifter stride. bu
the man seemed tireless. The sun wa
an hour high when they climbed th'
long hill. and loped into Carson City
The cantonment was to the right bu
Keith. having no report to make. rode
directly ahead down the one loni
street to a livery corral. leaving hi
horse there. and sought the neares
restaurant.
Exhausted BY a night Of high plal
and deep drinking. the border tow
was sleeping on its debaueh, saloon
and gambling dens silent. the street
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