Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-13

the Dandlts, and the gold was heavy
on Bob. But they slid and ran a
thousand yards down the painless
Gin, elutching at briar and stone un-
I'll they came to narrow ledge that
oelted the mid-heights.
The ledge was clear to view from
above, and below was sheer drop OF
1000 feet. They had to push their
way along it until they could reach
the brush again.
Jose was cursing picturesquely as
he lead the way.
Shots suddenly sputtered from the
cliff top over them.
Make Quick!" commanded Jose
He glided along the foot wide ridge
like snake. Bob followed.
Bob Is Injured.
The shots kept on chugging into
the rocks below, and swishing through
the underbrush above.
They reached the end Of the ledge
It led into path sheltered by fallen
tree trunks and bushes. Jose plunged
into the shelter, then turned suddenly
and stopped.
He had heard the crack Of the dry
branches as Bobs BODY rolled off the
tip of the ledge.
Without an instant's hesitation, he
dived after the body. He caught il
His feet dug into soft dirt and an
chored him Bleeding from face and
arms and bruised of body, he picked
mis- master up and started on down.
They were out Of sight of the rifles
now. but the voices of the pursuing
bandits could be plainly heard. They
were coming nearer and nearer
~ Tor aV-A, I,x- ~
no good; the gold doesn't matter,
gasped Bob.
Damn soon not" replied Jose.
Jose's Clever Coup.
In a thicket denser than the rest he
laid down his precious burden. With
flying fingers he unlaced Bobs shoes
and pulled them off. He tore his OWE
grimy footgear away and put on the
shoes Of his master.
Il come back" he said, and van
ished into the wilderness. Bob's last
conscious thought was godspeed tc
the brave fellow who was risking his
life for him.
Jose was careful to conceal himselt
now, but not careful to conceal his
footprints. He dug the unaccustomet
boots deep into the sand. He reeled
and plunged and slid down the cliff
until ne reached the desert level
There he began to skirt the cliff
Now and then shots battered abou
him. The bandits were getting near
err He was becoming exhausted
When he lunged finally into a sant
hole, he fell and lay there painting
helpless.
The bandits came up. Black San
chez stopped over the PROSTATE man
laundering curses, picturesque
| whole hearted, came from his lips
and we're taken by his men.
Not thing on him; he threw thu
| stuff away" snorted one.
Threw nothing; look at then
| Shoes" said Sanchez The COLDS o,
4 the other man. He threw the othe
man away and took his shoes. Hanl
him!"
Saved Just in Time.
This was not a curse; it was
| command.
Jose was draeoed down the path f,
the main road, where the only tree
grew,
Never mind; just tie him up an,
| take a few shots at his dirty heart
| he don't tell where Melville Is or
dered Sanchez.
where's Bob?" they asked Jose 2.
they tied him to a tree. Say quicR
get shot"
Get shot" said Jose.
But around bend of the road Their
sounded Unexpectedly the beat .
hoofs. And an instant later wHsele'
into view Ramon Ferrera, tie ricl
planter. miner ard magistrate, will
his bodyguard.
Jose, silent until now, resigned II
death let out a sudden yell. On
| spiteful shot blazed at. him, but tn
bandits scurried for cover like vus
lures scared
Senior Ferrera with his own hand
cut Jose's bonds The servant va
irving to tell them something, bu
they could not understand before h
tainted.
The poor Mexican lay on one of tn
great beds Of the Ferrera villa whel
Bob was brought in Bob had beer
picked up by a party of prospector
who heard his groans. The gold wa
safe.
Carmen Ferrera parted her nurs
ing art in the m ddle and gave on
share to the master, one TO Jose.
But Joses wound healed very SLOW
IL. and when he was strong enough L
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