Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1915-01-09

the morse mat had been shot under
him; and Judith sat her horse calmly,
smiling sweet insolence into the exas-
perated countenance OF Marrophat.
Incidentally the fugitives disap-
peared round a bend in the road that
led directly into the wild and barren
heart Of the Painted hills
In the brief interval that elapsed be-
fore his return with Hopi Jim. Mario
| PLAT cOntrived to persuade the bandit
that Judith had been, at least lndi-
rectly. responsible for the catastrophe,
with the upshot that. temporarily
blinded to her destinations by the gilt
ter Of nineteen thousand dollars in the
near distance, Mr.. Slade maintained
| his distance and a deaf ear TO her
| Establishments. The only information
as to their purpose that she was able
to extract from either man, when the
pursuing party turned aside from the
main trail, some distance from Mesa.
| was that HOpi Jim knew short cut
| through the range, via what he termed
the upper trail, by which they hoped
to be able to head the fugitives off be-
fore they could gain the desert on the
/ far side of the hills.
Only at long intervals did they draw
rein to permit Hopi Jim to make re-
| cOnnoissance of the lower trail that
threaded the valley on the far side Of
| the ridge
Toward noon he returned in haste
| from the last of these surveys
scrambling recklessly down the noun
tain-side and throwing himself upon
his horse with the advice:
We've headed 'em-can make it
| now If we ride like all get-out!"
For half an hour more they pushed
on at the best speed to be obtained
from their weary animals. at length
drawing rein at point where the trail
! crossed the ridge and widened out
| upon a long, broad ledge that over
| hung the valley of the lower trail. with
a clear drop to the latter from the
brink of good two hundred feet.
One hasty look back and down into
the valley evoked a grunt Of satisfac-
ton from Hopi Jim.
Just in time, >" he asseverated. Here
| they come! Ten minutes more ="
His smile answered Marrophat's
with unspeakable cruel significance.
Texas will sleep better tonight
/ when he knows how I've squared the
/ deal for him!" the bandit declared.
What are you going to do?" Judith
demanded refining her horse in beside
Marrophat as the latter dismounted.
A gesture drew her attention to a
huge boulder poised insecurity on the
very lip of the chasm.
Were going to tip that over on
your friends, Miss Judith" Marrophat
replied, with a smack of relish in his
voice. Simple-neat-effi ?
| What more can you ask?"
She answered only with an irrepress-
IDLE gesture Of horror. Marrophat's
laugh followed her as she turned away.
For some moments she strained her
vision vainly, endeavoring to pene-
trate the turbulent currents Of super.
heated air that filled the valley. Then
she made out indistinctly the family
marked line of the lower trail; and
Immediately she caught a glimpse Of
three small figures, mounted, toiling
painfully toward the point where death
awaited them like bolt from the blue.
Hastily she glanced over-shoulder:
Hopi Jim and Marrophat, ignoring her,
were straining themselves against the
boulder without budging it an inch,
for all its apparent nicely of poise. For
an instant a wild hope flashed through
her mind, but it was Immediately ex-
orcised when Hopi Jim stepped back
and uttered few words of which only
two-"dynamite" and "fuse"-reached
her ears.
Kneeling beside the boulder he dug
busily for an instant, then lodged the
stick to his satisfaction, attached the
fuse, and breaking off, edged on his
belly to the edge of the cliff and
looked down. carefully calculating the
length of the fuse by the distance of
the party down below from the spot
where the rock must fall.
But while he was so engaged and
Marrophat aided him, all eager inter-
est, Judith was taking advantage Of
their disregard Of her.
Hurriedly unbuttoning her jacket.
she whipped playing card from her
pocket, a trey O. hearts. and with the
stub of a pencil scrubbed three words
on it's face-"Danger! Go back!"
Then finding a small, fattish bit Of
rock, she bound the card to 1t with
bit Of string; and with one more
backward glance to make sure she
was not watched, approached the
brink.
Hopi Jim was meticulously shorten
ing the fuse, Marrophat kneeling by
his side.
In the canyon below the three were
within two minutes of the danger
point.
1t was no trick at all to drop the