The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-11-09

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kind permission. madame and he
bowed to Olga with the utmost gal
iantry. I viii show you TO your room,
while you. sir turning to Morton.
VIII find the necessities Of the toilet
10 the tent yonder.-
Assisting Olga from her horse, he
ushcred her through the cavern en-
trance into a huge chamber. some forty
feet square, which. By the lavish use
Of skins and Indian blankets had been
H.ade hot only liyable but even home
like.
Il trust that you will honor my mod
est quarters by using them as your
own" said the bandit. Il regret that
] have no maid 20 assist you. but this
has been. heretofore. a bachelor est65-
lishment ] and my men are. however
al your disposal; you have only to
command US After you have re-
freshed yourself trust that you will
give me your company at lunch"
"NOw, Carrillo." said Morton bluntly.
when they had finished their meal,
which was served in the open, ~how
much Is II golrs to cost me to get
my freedomf"
The discussion Of these sordId de-
tails Is most distnssr;u to me. Mr.
Morton" said the outlaw deprecating-
iy but. II you insist. why-shall we
say ten thousand dollarsT'
Nonsense" replied Morton. II
haven't that much in cash"
But you can get II. Mr. Morton
you can get IT," said Csrrillo, "or your
friends can get It for you"
Suppose 7 refuse to submit to your
eIiortionT"
Then. said the bandit. and Morton
sbrank from the cruelty which sudden
ly leaped into his eyes. II should be
regretfuily cOmp-hed to deprive you
Of your ears
Il think | can raise the money"
said the latter hoarsely. his face the
color Of ashes. Il will give you an or
der on my bankers in San Francisco" !"
Il shall he delighted to take your
cheque. Mr.. Morton" responded Car
rillo, courteOusly, "and / trust that
you will remain here as my guest un-
til II Is cashed."
"And what is. 10 be the amount Of
my ransomT" asked Olga.
THAT. my dear lady" replied Car
rillo. rs question that have not yet
decided. Perhaps he added meaning
ly. 'you will continue to honor me
with your presence. II Is O simple life
that j lead here In the mountains, but
II has Its compensations. VIII you
consider it7"
81 will think It over" said Olga,
family, for she knew. from the look In
Carrillo's eyes. that he had not the
slightest intention of releasing her.
And now. with your permission. i
will get some rest. am very tired"
by all means" said the outlaw
courteously, rising and escorting her
to the entrance OF the cave. Later In
the afternoon I will give myself the
pleasure Of calling upon you.
II VIII think II over" said Olga
coldly, and disappeared within the
cave. Her captor, keen-eyed though he
was, had failed TO observe that, be-
fore leaving the table, she had Sc
creted In her dress the steel knife
with which she had been eating.
"And now, Mr.. MortoG," said Car
rillo. as he resumed his seat, 'here are
pen, ink and paper. The messenger is
waiting. The amount we agreed on
was ten thousand, believe"
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was caught by the books strewn upon
the table. Idly curious as to the liter
airy tastes OF Carrillo, she glanced at
them with lanquid Interest. There
were score of novels OF the sensa-
tional order, much the worse for use
a book of Spanish verse volume on
engraving (she recalled that Carrillo
had been counterfelter before his
flight to the mountains) and a small
leather-bound book entitled 'Robin,
sons Philosophy" There was some
thing about the title that was vague
ly familiar. AS she opened the book
she drew her breath In sharply. For
In faded writing on the title page
was the name "Ralph Burke" II was
the lost book the very volume
of which she and Morton had so long
been In search And, by one Of those
miraculous condolences which causes
fiction to hang its head In shame, she
had come upon 1t In the cave Of the
bandit who had captured heri Fever.
ishly she turned Its leaves until she
came to page slxty-one. There was
nothing on Ill But wait Looking
closer she detected, printed in minute
characters between the two lower
lines OF type, half-a-dOzen words
so small and family written that they
would escape the notice of one who
was not looking for them. Metal
lurgy," she dlciphered. 'sixty-one-ev,
cry seventh word"
She stared stupidity at the message
for some minutes before Its meaning
became clear.
Throwing herself on the bed Olga
carefully considered her position and
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