White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-09-27

afternoon and see your master. The,
say that riding is good for a torpid
$ liver. Have a cigar?"
e Thanks"
The groom proceeded into the
stables and the affable stranger took
himself of.
3 A free rein; they could work 1t to
| suit themselves. There wasn't the
least obstacle in the way. On the
face of it, 1t appeared to be the SIM
plest job they had yet undertaken,
To get rid of the riding master in
some natural way after he and the
girl had started. It was like falling
off a log.
Susan" said Florence as she
came into breakfast after her ex-
hilarating ride, did you hear pistol
shots last night?"
Il heard some noise, but I was so
sleepy didn't try to figure out what
it was"
did you, Jones?"
Yes, Miss Florence. The shots
came from the street. A policeman
came running up later and said he
saw two automobiles on the run.
But evidently there wasn't anybody
hurt. One has to be careful at night
nowadays. There are pretty bad men
abroad. Did you enjoy the rider"
Very much. But there were
spots of blood on the walk near the
corner.
blood Jones caught the back
of a chair to steady himself.
Yes. So some one was hurt. o,
let's leave this place.' impulsively
Let us go back to Miss Farlow's.
You could find a place in the village,
Jones. But If I stay here much long
er in this state of unrest l shall lose
faith in everything and everybody.
Whoever my fathers enemies are,
they do not lack persistence. They
have made two attempts against my
liberty. and sooner or later they will
succeed. | keep looking Owe my
shoulder all the time. If | heal a
noise I jump"
Miss Florence, If | thought it
wise. you should be packed off to
Miss Farlow's this minute. But not
an hour of the day or night passes
without this house being watched.
| seldom see anybody about. | can
only sense the presence of a watcher.
At Miss Farlow's you would be far
more like a prisoner than here. |
could no accompany you l an for
hidden to desert this house"
my fathers orders2"
Jones signifed neither one way nor
the other. He merely gazed stolidly
at the rug.
That blood" She sprang from
her chair. Mortified. 1T was his, He
was here last night, and they shot
MIN, o."
There, there, Miss Florence, The
man vas only slightly wounded. He's
where they never will look for him.
Then Jones continued, as with an
effort: Trust me. Miss Florence.
1t would not pay to run away. The
whole affair would be repeated else
where. We might go to the other
end of the world, but it would not
serve us in the least. 1t is not a
question of escape. but of who shall
vanquish the other. There is moth
ing to do but remain here and fight,
fight. fight. We have put four OF
them in the Tombs. to Jay nothing OF
> the gunner. That is what we must
do-put them in a safe place, one by
one. till We reach the master. Then
only may we breathe in safety. But
IL they watch, sc do we. There is
never a moment when help is not
within reach, no matter where you
) go. So long as you do not deceive
me. no real harm shall befall you.
Don't cry Be your fathers daughter
: as l am his servant"
Il am very unhappy" And Flor
ence threw her arms around Susan
and had laid her head upon her
friends shoulder.
Poor child" Susan. however, rec
lognizcd wisdom of Jones state
: ments. They were safest here.
The morning rides continued. To
E the girl. who loved the open, it was
glorious fun. Those mad gallops
along the roads, the smell of earth
and sea, the tingle in the blood, were
the second best moments of her day.
The first? She invariably blushed
: when she considered what these first
/, best moments we're. He was a brave
I young man, good to look at, witty,