Eastern Colorado times., 1912-08-23

pAay cV m0IIy lItCASp 81 y0t AVNO su0H
as though she were my own daughter.
An she's a good girl In spite Of all
the mischief in her"
+" "And she IL truly . loyalist1"
''If not. know no better. The rebel
blood is all In the boy, so far az l can
learn, yet will not answer for what
Mistress Claire might do"
We fell silent. my memory with the
girl, endeavoring to recall her exact
words. the expression Of her face. It
was not in my heart to believe she had
deceived me.
had almost forgotten where was.
as we'll az the presence Of my COM
panion, when he suddenly arose to his
feet, and. pushing aside the wooden
window shutter. looked out. A glance
OF his keen eyes was sufficient.
Get back into your box. Major" he
exclaimed quickly. "Pull the papers
over you"
was upon my feet, conscious of the
distant sound Of horses hoofs.
What is TT The enemyf"
Rangers: fifty Of them. I Judge. an
they'll never pass here without rum
maging around. Quick now. urder COW
er."
But what about yourselff"
Don't worry about me; those fel-
lows haven't any evidence against me
yet. They're after you"
was through the intervening door
with bound and an instant later had
burrowed under the crumpled papers.
The shifting OF the sun had left this
corner Of the repair shop in shadow.
but was scarcely outstretched In my
hastily improvised hiding place. when
l heard the blacksmith calmly open
his outer door. where he stood smok-
iEe. clad In leathern apron, awaiting
the approaching horsemen. They
swept about the corner Of the smithy
almost at the same moment, pulling
up their tired horses at sight of him
From amid the thud Of hoofs, and the
rattle Of accoutrements. voice spoke
sharply:
$50 you're here, Farrell. you old
rebel hypocrite. Well. what are you
hiding now?"
II was not aware that I had any
thing to hide. Captain Grant," was the
dignifled response. This is my shop,
an where should be-"
"Oh. hell! We all know you well
enough. you old fox. and we'll catch
you red-handed yet. and hang you.
But we're not hunting after your kind
today. Did you see anything of fel-
low in scarlet Jacket along here last
night. or this mornings"
| failed to catch Farrell's answer,
but the voice Of the officer was SUI.
ficiently loud to reach me.
"A rebel spy; the sneaking rascal
must have swan the Delaware. We1l
look about your shop Just the same
before we ride on. Mason. take half.
dozen men with you. and rake the
place over"
heard the sound Of their boots on
the floor. and burrowed lower in my
box. Two or three entered the old
shop, and began to probe about among
the debris. One kicked the box in
which ] lay, and thrust a bayonet
down through the loose papers, barely
missing my shoulder. With teeth
clinched remained breathless. but
the fellow seemed satisfied. and moved
on. after searching the dark corner
beyond. At last heard them all go
out, mumbling to each other, and ven.
tured to sit up again. and draw fresh
breath. They had left the door ajar.
and had a glimpse through the crack.
Farrell was leaning carelessly in the
outer doorway, smoking. his short legs
wide apart, his expression one OF total
Indifference. A big fellow stepped
past him. and saluted some one Just
out of sight.
Nobody in there, sir" he reported.
"All right, Mason" and Grant came
into view on rangy sorrel. Get
your men back into saddle; we'll
move on"
"Thin'y he went this way?" asked
the blacksmith carelessly.
How the hell do know!" savage
ly. "He must have started this way,
but likely he took the north road.
Well get the chap before night. unless
he runs into Delavan's fellows out
yonder. See here, Farrell" holding in
his horse, well be back here about
dark. and will want something to eat"
"You will be welcome to all you
find"
You impudent rebel, you see that
you are here when We come. I know
you, you night rider. and will bring
you to book yet. Forward men-trot!
Close up the rank there, sergeant;
we'll take the road to the left"