The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-09-14
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I'VE must ride for it now" he said.
tersely. When thet patrol makes
their round, them fellers will be after
us hot"
i urged my tired horse to gallop'
pressing upon Craig's heels as closely
as / dared; nor did / glance back. Tor
knew well that a dead picket was
lying somewhere by the crossroads,
and that his comrades would be hearo
from before dawn We were MOVING
bravely now; for the road under foot
grew better as we advanced. and gave
back the duh thud of soft earth IN
| stead of the rafting clang Of the
rocks we had been so long accustomed
| to. Then, suddenly, my horse was
jerked almost to a standstill. the hand
| upon his bit seemingly as hard as. my
own. and / wheeled in the saddle
pressing my knees tightly to prevent
| being thrown, only to perceive the
woman Juggling desperately at the
lines.
what now?" asked sharply. and
in sudden anger forced her to re
lease her grasp. I'VE must ride, and
ride hard, madam, to be out of this
Gordon by daylight
Ride where?"
She faced me stiffiy, and there was
a slight sting in her voice, felt
"Where?' 1 repeated; then partially
L gathering my scattered wits: Why.
to the camp we are seeking OF
Il course
I was conscious that her eyes we're
striving anxiously to see my face
7 in the darkness-that her suspicious
were now fully aroused; yet her quick
| c,,v-v,riead me-
You He!" she said, coldly- That
was a Fedora! picket he killed"
1t was no time for argument, and
knew it. Craig, noting our pause, had
4 ridden back. and refined in beside US
without a word.
you are right" said. tersely. ''In
one sense of the word you are a pris-
oner, Tor the time being, at least, but
not through any wish of mine. We
do not make war on women, and your
being in this situation is altogether an
accident However, be that as it may,
we must, first of all, protect ourselves.
would very gladly leave you with
your friends, 10 possible. but as things
have shaped themselves there remains
but one alternative-you must ride as
l order"
''You-you are not Major Brennan s
friend then? You were not sent by
Frank to meet me?' SThe questions
burst from her lips so rapidly that
scarcely caught their import.
Il am Captain Phillip Wayne, --th
Virginia cavalry. at your service,
| madam" I said, calmly, and to the
| best Of my knowledge l have not the
! pleasure of Major Brennan's acquaint-
ance."
She suddenly lifted the heavy rid
ing whip that was clenched in her
! right hand. struck me with it full
| across the face. and then, as I quick
ly flung up my own arm to ward Off
a second blow, she sent the lash
swirIing down upon the flank of her
| horse. With one bound the maddened
animal wrenched the reins from out
my hands, nearly dragging me from
| the saddle, and swerving sharply to
the left. There was a shock, q smoth-
cred oath, n moments fierce struggle
in the darkness, the sharp ping of the
whip as It came down once, twice
then silence, broken only by deep
breathing.
rye got her. captain" chuckled the
sergeant, softly, but doggone If ]
know what to do with her"
There was small sentiment of mercy
in my heart as l drew up toward
J them, for my cheek burned where the
! lash had struck as though scorched
| with fire; but when l saw her lean
! ing helpIessly forward on her horses
I neck. all bravado gone, her hands pin
| Toned behind her in the iron grasp
of the sergeant. my fierce resentment
! died away within me.
| "Let her hands go. Craig" 1 com
| manded, briefly
(To be CONT :ed.)