The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser., 1911-11-17

| his pony's flank unable to answer. yet
| still unconvinced
81 reck'n both OBJ yer might be mis-
took" he insisted doggedly
Not likely and Keitt's brief laugh
was not altogether devoid of bitter
| ness We both called her Christie
Maclaire. and she didn't even deny the
name: she was evidently not proud of
it, but there was no denial that she
was the girl"
Dat wasn't like no name dat you
called her when We was ridin'.'
No: she didn't approve of the 9TH
er. and told me to call her Hope. but
| | reckon she's Christie Maclaire all
right"
They rode on through the black, ST.
| lent night as rapidly as their tired
| horses would consent to travel. Keith
| led directly across the open prairie.
guiding his course by the stars. and
purposely avoiding the trails. where
some suspicious eye might mark their
passage His first object was to get
| safely away from the scattered settle
ments lying east of Carson City. Be-
| yond- their radius he could safely dis
pose of the horses they rode. disap-
pear from view. and find time to de-
velop future plans. AS to the girl
| we'll. he would keep his word with
| her. of course, and see her again
sometime. There would be no diff
| Guilty about that. but otherwise she
should retain no influence over him.
ho1o roth tn To rryIou'c olocC
| than his
1t was a lonely. tiresome ride, dur
| ing which Neb made various efforts
| to talk. but finding his white COM
panion uncommunicative. at last re-
| lapsed into rather sullen silence. The
| horses plodded on steadily. and when
daylight finally dawned. the two men
| found themselves in a depression lead
| ing down to the Smoky River. Here
they came to a water hole, where they
| could safely hide themselves and their
stock. With both Indians and white
men to be guarded against. they took
all the necessary precautions. picket
| ing the horses closely under the rock
shadows. and not venturing upon
building any fire. Neb threw himself
| on the turf and was instantly asleep.
| but Keith climbed the steep side of
the gully, and made searching survey
of the horizon. The wide arc to the
! south, east and west revealed nothing
to his searching eyes. except the dull
brown of the slightly rolling plains.
with no life apparent save some dis
tant grazing antelope. but to the north
extended more broken country with
| faint glimmer of water between the
hills Satisfied they were unobserved.
he slid back again into the depression.
! AS he turned to lie down he took hold
| of the saddle belonging to Hawley's
| horse. In the unbuckled holster his
eye observed the glimmer of bit of
white paper He drew 1t forth. and
gazed at it unthinkingly. 1t was an
envelope. robbed of it's contents, evi-
| dently not sent through the mails as
it had not been stamped but across
| it's face was plainly written. Miss
| Christie Maclaire." He stared at it.
his lips firm set. his gray eyes dark
before as to her identity. they were
all thoroughly dissipated now.
AS he lay there. with head pillowed
on the saddle. his body aching from
! fatigue yet totally unable to sleep.
staring open-eyed into the blue OF the
sky, the girl they had left behind
awoke from uneasy slumber. aroused
bv the entrance of Mrs. Murphy For
an instant she failed to comprehend
her position. but the strong brogue
of the energetic landlady broke in
sharply:
"A bit av cup av coffee fer ye,
honey" she explained. crossing to the