The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-10-21

Mins Molly, clinging desperately 70 =
strap. caught her first fair glance at
the newcomer. His hat was tilted
back, the light revealing lines of
WEAKNESS and q coating Of the gray,
powdery dust Of the alkali desert, but
beneath 1t appeared the brown, sun
scorched skin. while the gray eyes
looking straight at her, were resolute
and smiling. His rough shirt, open at
the throat, might have been the prod.
uct Of any suffers counter; he wore
no jacket, and the broad yellow stripe
down the leg OF the faded blue trou
sers alone proclaimed him a soldier
He smiled across ut her, and she low,
cred her eyes, while his glance wan
dered on toward the others.
Don't seem to be very crowded to,
day." he began, geniolly addressing
Moylan. mot an extremely popular
route at present, reckon. Mining,
pardncr?"
mo; post-trader at Fort Marcy"
ooh, that's It," his eyebrows lifting
slightly. This Indian business Is
bad job for you then" His eyes fell
on his seatmate. well, IL this isn't
little onzales!-You've got good
ways from home"
Isl, senorl" returned the Mexican
brohenly. 81 tink not remem."
mo, reckon not. I'm not one OF
your class; cards and never did
agree. shot up your game once down
ut Union; night Hassinger was killed.
Remember now. don't your"
"Si, senor," spreading his hands. ut
was mos unfortunate"
would have been more so, II the
boys had got hold of you-Saint Anne!
but that fellow on the box Is driving
some"
The thud of the horses feet under
the lash, coupled with the reckless
lurching OF the coach, ended all fur
! Their attempt at conversation. and the
four passengers held on grimly, and
stared out of the windows, as II ex.
pecting every instant that some acci
/. dent would hurl them headlong. The
| frightened driver was apparently
, sparing neither whip nor tongue, the
galloping teams jerking the stage aft
:. er them in a mad race up the trail
, Hamlin thrust his head out of the
, nearest window, but sudden lurcl
hurled him back, the coach taking 6
sharp curve on two wheels, and com
: ing down level once again with {
b, bump which brought the whole fouI
{ together. The little Mexican started
4 to scream out a Spanish oath, bu
Hamlin gripped his throat before 1
0 was half uttered, while Moylan pressed
= the girl back into her seat, bracinl
s himself to hold her firm.
what the devil" he began angrl
= ly, and then the careening coacl
Q stopped as suddenly as though 1t ha,
@ struck the bank, again tearing loos
a their handhold on the seats and fins
d ing them headlong. They heard tn
creaking clamp of the brakes, tn
I. dancing of frightened horses. a perfec
Y volley of oaths, the crunch of feet a
Is men leaped from the top to tn
IL ground, then, oil at once, the stag
n lurched forward, swerving sharply
the left, and struck out across til
Ie fat directly toward the bluff.
- Hamlin struggled to the nearest vii
dow, and, grasping the sill to hol
Z himself upright, leaned out. He caugl
I momentary glimpse Of two men ri
10 ing swiftly up the trail; the box aboy
a. was empty, the wheelers alone r
10 manned in harness, and they wei
1t running uncontrolled.
m "By God!" he muttered. "Thos
ID two damn towards have cut loose al
70 left us!"
OF Even as the unrestrained wore
n leaped from his lips he realized Il
10 only hope-the reins still dangle
caught securely in the brake leve
r Inch by inch, foot by foot, he wiggl'
out; Moylnn, comprehending, caug
ht his legs, holding him steady again
the mad pitching, His fingers grippe
4: the iron top rail, and, exerting all h
ne strength, he slowly pulled his body u
or until he fell forward into the driver
e. seat. Swift as he had been. the acti'