The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07

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at the entrance Of the gulley, the rider
looked down at the man behind it. He
saw a blond, t1orid young fellow, whose
blue eyes and small red-lipped mouth
were ugly with hate. A glimpse, and
he was past the CUTLER.
The woman, crouched just beyond,
under the edge of the bank, was blaz-
ing away toward the Indians with an
automatic revolver. An instant later he
pulled up his mare alongside the buck
board and looked up with cool alert
ness at the third member of the party,
under the brink of the bank. The man
ceased firing and twisted his thickset
body half about so that he could stare
down at the newcomer.
The fusillade of the Indians had
ceased the instant their view of the
fugitive was cut off. Yet, after SIN
gle hard look, the man on the bank
turned away to thrust his rifle up over
the edge and shoot. The rider wheeled
his mare and rode back past the skit-
fish ponies. The woman had crept in
from the entrance of the gulley to
where she could stand upright without
exposing herself to the fire Of the
Indians.
She came up the slope with an easy,
springing step that told Of youthful
buoyancy. From under the hem of her
neat Bingham dress peeped the toes of
small, blue-beaded moccasins. Having
reloaded her pistol, she raised her
head to look up at the rider. he was
lifting his hand to touch his hat with
perfunctory courtesy. Then he saw
her face-calm, proud, wildly beauti-
full.
He removed his hat, with a sudden
change in his manner that brought a
CLEAN into the girls blue-black eyes.
A trifle disconnected by the girls
cool scrutiny, he brusquely demanded:
"What is the trouble here?"
She looked from his cavalry puttees
to his army saddle and the butt of his
rifle. II guess you needn't worry about
your scalp" she assured him, her rich
contralto voice as soft as it was sweet
~ hooking. "You came near getting
hair brand, see. But you're safe
enough now if you keep close"
The raillery brought slight flush in
to his sallow cheeks. Yet his gaze did
not finch before her look Of disdain.
He asked another question: 'Have
they taken the agency?"
mo. We saw this bunch up the
bank. Reggie cut loose at them before
Pere could stop him."
".PereY Ah-your father. The
other man fred at them first, you say?"
"Can you blame him? He was along
when the agent was shot down, last
week. You may have heard Of the
murder"
Eyes. Still it was wrong for him to
invite an attack, with a woman in his
party"
"Oh, I'm only a quarterbreed, you
know" replied the girl with ironical
lightness. Besides, Reggie thought
the party was trying to head us off.
Don't worry. Charlie Redbear crawled
up the road half an hour ago. The
chances are we can hold out until he
fetches the police" A rife shot pune
tuated the remark.
The rider looked over the coulee
bank across at the jagged crest Of the
butte. IF they slip over there" he
said, "this position will become unten-
able. The butte is the key to the stu
ation."
He looked at the girl, between con-
Germ and swiftly growing admiration Of
her remarkable beauty. Her eyes were
like blue-black diamonds. An almost
imperceptible film of old-gold enriched
the cream and rose Of her cheeks. Her
jet-black hair was Of French fineness.
The curve of her rather large mouth
was perfect.
But the red lips were again parting
in disdainful smile. She replied with
out seeking to conceal her scorn: IF
you're afraid they'll take the butte,
you might get away by boiling down
the coulee. Well do what we can to
draw their fire."
"You will?" he said. '"Thank you for
your suggestion, believe I'll follow
it. Kindly step aside"
She stood motionless, her eyes gilt
tering with cold contempt of his cow
ardice. Unchecked by the look, he
leaned forward in the saddle. The
mare leaped away like startled deer.
Once clear of the gulley she swerved
sharply and raced away down the cou-
lee. The flight was SO unexpected, SO
daring and so swift that the fugitive
had been borne a good fifty yards down
along the foot Of the near slope before
the Indians opened fire on him.
The girl had crept forward and
crouched in the entrance of the gulley
to peer after him.
'aThe coward I" she cried. 'The COW.
ard l hope they get hin!"
But before one Of the many bullets
could find the leaping, receding mark,
mare and rider shot out Of sight behind
a clump of willows. At once the firing