The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1912-03-07
CHAPTER XIII.

One Sunday, late In the afternoon,
found Daylight across the bay in the
Piedmont hills of Oakland. AS usual,
he was In a big motor car, though not
his own, the guest of saltwater Bill.
Luck's own darling, who had come
down to spend the cleanup Of the sew
enth fortune wrung from the frozen
Arctic gravel. It was a merry party,
and they had made a merry day of 1t,
circling the bay from San Francisco
around by San Jose and up to Oak
land, having been thrice arrested for
speeding. the third time, however. on
the Haywards stretch, running away
with their captor. Fearing that a tele-
phone message to arrest them had
been flashed ahead. they had turned
Into the back-road through the hills,
and now, rushing In upon Oakland by
a new route, we're b~oisterously dis
cussing what disposition they should
make of the constable.
We'll come out at Blair Park in
ten minutes one Of the men an
nounced. look here, saltwater,
there's a cross-road right ahead. with
lots of gates but It'll take us back
country into Berkeley. Then we can
come back into Oakland from the 9TH
er side. sneak across on the ferry,
and send the machine back around
tonight With the chauffeur"
But swiftvater Bill failed to see
uhU hn chnu11d rot ~4 fnt4 nallanA
by way of Blair Park, and so decided.
The next moment, flying around a
bend, t1e back-road they were not
going to take appeared. Inside the
gate. leaning out from her saddle and
Just closing Ii. was a young m on
a chestnut sorrel. With his first
glimpse. Daylight felt there was some
thing strangely familiar about her.
The next momenx Strengthening up in
the saddle with a movement he could
not fail TO identify, she put the horse
into a gallop. riding away with her
back toward them. 1t was Dede Ma.
son-he remembered what Morrison
had told him about her keeping a rid
Ing horse, and he was glad she had
not seen him In this riotous company.
Intervening trees at that moment
shut her from view, and saltwater
Bill plunged into the problem OF dis.
posing of their constable. while Day
light. leaning back with closed eyes,
was still seet,g Dede Mason gallop off
down tho o airy road.
On Monday morning, coming In for
dictation. he looked at her with new
interest, though he gave no sign of
It; and tn, stereotyped business
passed of In the stereotyped way. But
the following Sunday found him or a
horse himself, cross the bay and rid
Ing through the Piedmont hills. He
made u long day of 1t. but no glimpse
did he catch Of Dede Mason. though
he even took the back-road of many
gates and rode ON into Berkeley. 1t
had been a fruitless day. 30 far as she
was concerned; and yet not entirely
Ruthless, for he had enjoyed the open
air and the horse under him to such
purpose that. on Monday, his instruc-
tons were out TO the dealers to look
for the best chestnut sorrel that
money could Guy. At odd times during
the week he examined numbers of
chestnut soIri,ls, tried several and was
unsatisfled. IL was not till Saturday
that he CAM upon Bob. Daylight
knew him for what he wanted the mo-
menf he laid eyes on him. A large
horse for o ri;ling animal. he was none
too large for a big man like Daylight.
In splendid condition. Bob's coat In
the sunlight was a fame Of fire. his
arched mock a jewelled c~onfiagration.
Daylight examined the name and
found 1t finer than any horses hair
he had evef seen. Also. its color was
unusual In That 1t was almost auburn.
While he ran his fingers through It.
Bob turned his head and playfuiiy
nuzzled Day lights shoulder.
Saddle rim up. and III try him.
he told the deals-. Il wonder II he's
u ed to sfurS. No English saddle