Bisbee daily review., 1911-03-30
DOWN BY TIE
 RIO GRANDE The Bravery of a Woman and the Saving of a Life. By cURRAN R. oREENLEY.

terminabIe Sabbath afternoon dragged away and Margaret remained buried in her book. And all about a beg garly horse thief" he murmured 10 himself as he sat up straight and sent the pile of magazines crashing to the floor.
 There was a look of consciousness ' about the back of that shapely brown head that held itself so persistently ayerted, but Alleyne deemed it wiser not to reopen the subject of Miguel.
 Over in the corral things wore a de- serted air. Two or three men lounged ln the shade Of the high wall Alleyne yawDed and looked at bis watch and at a faint movement of the figure in the rocker Margaret P'- Crack ack-ackl Somewhere away to the west three shots rang out in rapid succes- sion. a pause and then three more.
 Over in the corral the iounEing fig ures sprang to life. and an instant later three ponies were GallOping in the direction of the shots Alleyne dashed into the house reappearing with the heldglasses. They've got himr Be was peering at Q collection of black dots on the edge of the horizon
 "Got who?" Margaret laid her hand upon his arm.
 '.The mischiefg Alleyne jerked the glasses down q forgot you were here" Under her steady gaze his col. or changed ''Yes. if you will have the whole ghastly truth and cannot be per suaded 10 stay out of it. it's that scoundrel Miguel"
 Margaret shrank away from him with a low cry Of distress. The look in her eyes went straight to Alleyne's heart, and his voice softened to a ten der pleading as he tried to draw her to him. Little woman, you cannot be the judge of these matters. and you cannot shield a horse thief could have told you this morning. but pre- ferred 10 let you think me a bit hard on Miguel than to shock you with the truth There have been some queer hap penings lately both here at the Alaho and at Jose's- Last night bunch of Jose's best ponies came up missing. and the boys have been trailing him since sunrise"
 "John Alleyne. do you mean to let those savages of yours murder man here on the Alaho just for the sake of a few bronchosr Margaret faced him sternly. and Alieyne lost his hard kept patience.
 You forget that there are mems laws to be considered as well as Gods. and out here on the fringe of the world the code kDows no greater crime than lifting a broneho. and the lifting of many broncbos aggravates the case It Is not a question in which my wife may meddle" And Alleyne strode to- ward the corral. while Margaret picked up the glasses.
 The wind blown stretch of bare brown mesa told her nothing of the tragedy brewing behind its crest She watched Alleyne until her eyes ached
 4 chatter of hoofs and voice calling her name brought her to the door. where a half broken cayuse snorted and paved Astride of him sat Bright Eyes, MigueI's Indian wife. the brown baby swung to her back There was a queer ashen pallor on the womaD's stoIid face as she slid from the pony's back. one hand clntching at the deer skin thong that held the papoOse- "white man got Miguel. Miguel be die" Here she pointed 10 Der throat and made a gasping sound "White = = = - = - Miguel be no die sabSvS
 Mar~aree covered before the awful pleading in those savage eyes. Not a question fin which my wife may med de" John had said. but there was no time to weigh scruples. and Eve min utes later a strangely assorted pair rode Into the face of the setting sun. and the rough little cayuse strove to keep pace with the swinging stride of the Hindu mare. Far ahead black dot moved against the sky that Marga- ret knew to be Alleyne. 4 glimmer of consequences flashed across her mind. but the sweet young mouth only grew a little frmer as she struck the trail of many horses and knew the goal to be in sight
 On and on. sagebrush and prickly pear. the yellow sand oeneath- ana overhead the blue melting into the evenings violet crown. natures own smile upon the scene that swept into view. where men and horses were grouped around the impassive figure wrapped in the ragged poncbo that iounged in careless grace against the ! white scared trunk of a large mes quite. Margaret's eyes went instinc
 lively to the lariat knotted about the
 bronze throat It was not the first time that Miguel had felt it there. but Rusty ] Pete himself held tbe end of this one
 The voices pushed instantly. and to g man the wide sombreros were lifted as | Margaret slipped from the saddle and
 stood looking from one dark face to
 another. An awfnl sense of self en
 gulfed ber. and in another moment Mi
 gueFs cause would have been lost But
 the grim set of Alleyne's mouth as he
 starred toward her gave her .ne cour-
 scc thes E bern of cowardice. Before