Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-04-07
THIRD GENERATION
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the din and clash of our fevered civilization
that things are not what they SEEM
She averted her face; but her sweet,
curved lips, nodded for kisses, her flushed
cheeks, her dark, dropping lashes, her warm
fingers in his,-these were not to be resisted,
and in moment he had drawn her head to
his breast But when he would have kissed
her IS; she laid restraining hand upon his lips
"Wait!" she murmured. wait, Bruce
wait till we're back in the din and clash!'
Il will. But promise you my vision will
not again be clouded.'
AS they passed the mule that had broken
its tether and was still excited, Farson
stopped to some small, f1uttering object on
the ground. With an ejaculation of surprise
he struck a match and revealed a wounded
bat, gray beneath and rufous on its back.
Zone of your ancestral spirits that gave us
such jar!" he exclaimed humorously. "Our
campfire set EN- to going
She stared moment, and then shook with
suppressed laughter. "For East is East,
and West is West" she quoted. IL see
spirit where YOU see only bat
THE going was exceedingly hard and
slow About noon the next day Shasta
halted the party at the entrance of an unusu-
ally narrow and deep arroyo. After a care
full study of some hieroglyphics on the rocky
WALL she went forward to reconnoiter, re-
fusing even Parsons company. She was
gone for nearly four hours; but when she
returned triumph was in her eyes.
AT the end of this arroyo, about five
miles away, is the Stewpan," said she. Il
is within hundred yards of the entrance.
No firearms must be discharged, there must
be no loud talk, and the horses must be left
behind. Sheriff Jim, / would advise night
attack; for their only guard will be at the
Pass"
"A night attack it is" said Piper, "and no
bloodshed if possible. But if it comes to a
fight, shoot first and shoot to kill.
At ten o'clock that night the posse de-
bouched silently into the Stewpan. The
bandits camp slept in the moonlight, in the
midst of which the three automobiles loomed
darkly. A dozen or two horses were picketed
on the circumference. There was no fire,
and no guard was visible.
The Sheriff's men removed their boots,
tied them to their belts, and examined their
weapons.
"All ready?" whispered Piper, as jubilant
as boy.
"If there should be a scrimmage," muir
INJURED Shasta to Farson, "throw yourself on
the ground and aim for their belts.
"Yes," he murmured back, pressing her
hand.
The company stole forth as noiselessly as
ghosts. Shasta had promised to remain be-
hind; but, seeing solitary horse some dis
lance off that had evidently slipped its
tether, her ranchman's instinct prompted
her to capture it while she had nothing else
| to do.
The attack, meanwhile, was a success;
for she heard no sound until she reached the
horse Then came indistinctly hoarse oaths,
the threshing about of bodies, and dull blows
that made her shudder little. sounding like
pistol butts against human skulls.
But moment later the clatter of horses
hoofs rang out sharply, savage yell of
| triumph followed, and a man dashed out of
| the camp. No shot was fired by the posse,
and Shasta soon saw why. The fellow car
| RED woman in his arms.
For an instant she stood stock still; then,
| leaping upon the unbridled and unsaddled
horse, and guiding him with spur alone,
she steered a course that would intercept the
man. He saw her and fired once, twice,
thrice, in quick succession. She answered
more slowly; for her target was the horses
head, and to miss it too far was to jeopar-
die the captive's life. Again he raised his "A,
and again its steel throat vomited fire. In
the same instant she replied, now scarcely
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