The log cabin Democrat., 1914-11-28

Brought It Down on His Head With
 Crushing Force. ing her on her way. The touch of timid finger upon her arm brought her from her reveries.
 '"The horses wait, my lady"
 Came a swift flashing of lights from the house they had left behind. sour " of feet, the sound of voices. loud. shrill, insistent. The Mexican seized her arm fiercely and half dragged her from off the court to clump of bush es. where two horses stood saddled and bridled In second she was in the saddle. the man beside her.
 The chatter of hoofs rang out upon the silence Looking back. she caught glimpses Of dark figures silhouetted against the tropical vegetation in tho patio. A spurt of fire leaped out at them like living thing. The Mexi. can muttered guttural oath and urg ed hts horse to more speed. Lucille bent over her horses head. bent low. for the whine of bullets was in the aiR about them.
 Suddenly the Mexican grunted loud ly. His hands shot high in the air; then the horse fairly ran from under him. Upon the ground he swayed second; then leaped against the sha- dow of giant fingered cactus plant. Lucille sprang from her saddle and sought his side.
 Red. warm blood gushed from tho wound in his chest. His eyes wers glazing when she stopped and brush ed her lips across his forehead.
 "Go." he muttered. Cop Then his voice took on the resonant tone of scant day or less before. Tt ia the ripple of the wishing well. my lady. Go! Ride-to the one-your-- heart-desires."
 He stiffened suddenly and a spurt of tears came from her eyes. Louder grew the shouts, the voices. The air was alive with long, darting flames Loubeque's hive was swarming.
 She leaped into the saddle once more and dug her heels into the horses sides. Through the night she rode with the ripple of the wishing we'll in her ears.
 Behind her. Lucille could hear the pursuit Not a second could she spare for thought of regret
 Times, above the ringing of her horses hoofs. she would hear the shouts of those behind her. Now and then message of lead would whine it's dreadful tale into her ears, but all these were growing fainter, less dis tinct with every leap of the animal she bestrodc
 Hours, 1t seemed. she rode, with nev- CT the slightest slackening of the mad pace to which she originally set her mount. He was lathered with foam, but she had no pity on him. Her brain was tercely chaotic, wild with the bloody memories of the night.
 From now on she had every advan- tage. She was free and she knew where the stolen papers and documents were secreted in the mysterious house Of inexplicable disappearing rooms and stairs. She had the diary of Hugo Loubeque in her possession, and she had the ruby necklace which was equivalent to vast wealth. She had the outward seeming of guilelessness. was girlish and delightfully."- effeminate. but she knew the power of the claws she had, and her eyes rested fondly on the revolver which she found in hol- ster attached to the Mexicans saddle. even as she urged her horse to greater speed.
 Across the trackless plain she rode with only the moon and stars looking down upon her. a wild. eerie figure or a bareheaded girl Behind the purA suit had died away and before there was nothing save a slender ribbon of water that the moon buried it's face in contentedly.
 She heard voices, low pitched. yet carrying far in the silence of the night Instantly she drew rein and flung her self to the ground. listening intently. Creeping cautiously to a slight rise. she looked down upon an adobe shack. before which little squad of bare-