Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1911-10-24
Across Its Fac. Was Plainly Written Miss Christie Maoare"

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 Keith's brief laugh
was not altogether devoid of bitter
ness. I'VE both called her Christie
Maclaire. and she didn't even deny the
name: she was evidently not proud OF
1t, 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 Maclalre all
right"
They rode on thsough 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.
She belonged rather to Hawley's class
than his.
1t was a lonely. tiresome ride, dur
ing which Neb made various efforts
to talk, but finding his white COM
panion communicative. at last re-
lapsed into rather sullen silence. The
horses ploJdeA on steadily. and when
daylight finally dawned. the two men
found themselves in depression lead
ing down TO the Smoky Rver. Here
they came to 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 duh
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 a
faint glimmer of water between the
hills. Satisfied they were unobserved,
he slid back again into the depression.
AS he tuTued 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. It was an
envelope. robbed Of its contents. evil
IDENTIFY not sent through the mails, as
II had not been stamped. but across
its face was plainly written. Miss
Christie Maclaire." He stared at 1t.
ening, II he possessed any doubts
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 theE had left behind
awoke from uneasy slumber, aroused
! by the enhance Of Mrs. Murphy. For
an instant she failed TO comprehend
her position. but the strong brogue
OF the energetic laEdlady broke in
sharply:
"A bit av cup av coffee fer We.
honey" she explained, crossing 10 the