The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-12-06

one oath, sank back into a heap, his
frozen fingers still gripping his smok-
Ing weapon. Then Dupont rose eau
tiously to his knees, peering forth
across the dead body of the pony. The
man was unnerved. unable at first to
comprehend what had occurred. He
was saved as by a miracle, and his
great form shook from head to foot
Then, as his eyes rested on the out
stretched BODY of the Sergeant, hate
conquered every other feeling; he
staggered to his feet, picked up the
CUR lying in the snow. walked across
and brutally kicked the PROSTATE
form. There was no response. no
movement.
All wish is that I'd been the one
to kill YER" he growled savagely, grim
ming down. Hell of a good shot,
though | reckon the blame fool
meant 1t for me-" He threw the rife
forward, In readiness. and moved eau.
tously over toward Hughes.
"Deader than a door-nail," he NUT
tered. pressing back the buffalo coat.
and staring contemptuously down into
the white, staring face. 81 wonder how
that coward ever happened to be here
laying out for me. l reckon!"
He Strengthened. up and laughed,
glancing furtively about
Some good joke that. The whole
outfit cleaned out, and me twenty
thousand to the good" feeling inside
MS coat to make sure. Its there all
right. Well. goodbye. boys. there
don't seem to be nothing here for me
to stay for"
He caught the straying pony and
swung up into the saddle, glanced
about once more at the motionless
ngures, and finally rode OF up the
ridge, unconsciously following the
tracks left by the fleeing Indian. II
the girl ever occurred to him, he gave
no sign Of remembrance, and she ut.
tered no word. Lying on her side, her
eyes wide open, she watched him ride
away, across the barren space, until
the slow-moving pony topped the
ridge, and disappeared on the other
side. Twice the man turned and
glanced back into the valley, but saw
nothing except the black blotches on
the snow. Molly made no motion, no
cutlery. She preferred death there
alone, rather than rescue at his hands.
Scarcely conscious. feeling no strength
In her limbs, no hope pulsing at her
heart, she closed her eyes and lay
still. Yet wrapped about as she was,
her young body remained warm, and
the very disappearance of Dupont
yielded sense of freedom, awoke a
strong desire to live. Her eyes opened
again, despairingly, and gazed across
the barren expanse. She could see
Hamlin lying face downward, the yell
low lining Of his cavalry cape over his
head. 1t seemed to her the mans
foot moved. Could she be dreaming ?
No! He actually drew up one limb.
This evidence that the Sergeant
still lived gave her fresh strength and
renewed determination. She, strug.
gled to move her own feet; the left
was free, but the right was caught
firmly beneath the pony. She strug
gled desperately, forgetful of pain, in
: the faith that she might save Ham
lin. Little by little she worked the
!. imprisoned limb free, only to find II
numb and helpless. She lay there
!. GREATNESS, conscious that she ached
l from head to foot. Beyond her the
: Sergeant groaned and turned partial
ly over upon his side. Tugging at the
: blanket she managed to free one arm
1 gripped the name of the dead pony
t and drew herself into a sitting pos
3 ture. Now the blood seemed to surge
= through her veins in new volume, ant
= she labored feverishly to release the
D other hand. At last she undid knot
n with her teeth, and slipped the
:. blanket from her. beating her hands
together to restore circulation. Hel
!, right leg still was too numb to stant
y upon, but she crept forward, draggin,
;. it helplessly behind her over the snow
}. to where Hamlin lay.
o The girls heart seemed to sto]
b beating as she looked ut him-at tn,
n white, colorless face. the closed eyes
y the discoloration of blood staining tn,
+ temple. Yet he lived; his faint breatl
d was plainly perceptible in the frost.
J. air.
/ 20 God!" she sobbed, what can
@ dol"
n 1t was an unrestrained cry of ar
q guish, yet there was no hesitation
v She had forgotten everything excep
' that helpless figure lying before he
a on the snow-her own danger the SUI
q rounding desolation. the dead form
.. accentuating that wilderness tragedy
p With bare hands she bathed his fac
o. in snow, rubbing the flesh until
flushed red. pressing her own war;
q body against his, her lips speaking hi
"A name again and again, almost hyl
terically, as though she hoped thus I
call him back to consciousness. He
exploring fingers told her that II wa
no serious wound which had crease
the side OF his head; II there was n
other he would surely revive, and III