Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1916-06-23
CHAPTER I.
A Really Nice Young Man.

A Really Nice Young Man.
The purring OF disordered motor
made Kynaston look up.
He had not heard a motor car since
he had come to this particular section
Of the Mexican border, now long six
months ago.
The work In suppressing gun run
ners had not differed here from that
along other sections of the line.
The days, which seemed to be
weeks long. we're spent in fruitless
patrols along the hillside.
"Slrl"
Kynaston looked up wearily. He
had ridden forty miles that day on the
strength Of an order from headquar-
ters that told him to investigate re-
port that American citizens we're ship
ping arms across the border to villa
by means of an aeroplane. The fact
that It was obviously ridiculous meant
nothing. An order was an order. and
he was beginning to be very tired of
the forced inaction.
Across the border he could see from
time to time, from the vantage ground
OF his camp, bodies OF the Villista cav
airy riding the line, prepared to wei.
come any gun runner who should
smuggle arms across to them.
He well knew that arms were being
smuggled across, and that every fed
eral officer knew Il. too; but that the
matter was one that could not be con.
trolled except by martial law.
'Sirl" said the sergeant again.
well. sergeant, what is it?"
There's a machine broke down up
the road a bit and there's no one in 1t
but couple Of ladies. seen 1t come
down the hill over the San Pedro an
hour ago an then a little while ago
seen a man ride back on a pony.
don't know what's up"
Rising wearilys Kynaston picked up
his revolver and made his way along
the rock-strewn path from his camp
70 the little trail that led due north to
Gods country" or due south to rev.
olution and anarchy-whichever way
the traveller was inclined.
Four hundred yards away from his
picket line. where the horses stamped
fretfully, he saw the machine, its en-
gine chugging away like the engine of
q tethered torpedo boat BY the ma
chine there knelt In the red New Mex
leo dust a gray-coated girl whose gold
en- hair. escaped from it's veil, caught
the direct rays of the sun and radiated
them like gold.
She did not hear his approach. II
was not till he said quietly. Can be
Of any service to your" that she
sprang to her feet facing him.
I'm Lieutenant Kynaston, in charge
of the local border patrol" continued
the young man. Your mishap was
reported to me, and came down al
once to see If could help you"
Yes, II you have such thing as al
automobile doctor in your camp" the
girl replied whimsically. Il was about
to give up in disgust and come to youl
camp for aid"
What seems to be the matter?'
asked Kynaston, STOPPING and lookini
under the machine with an interes
that was none the less by reasons o
his exhaustive ignorance of the ma
chine. IF 1t has collie or just a ring
bone forming can possibly assis
you. II It is anything more seriou
] doubt my ability"
The chauffeur says 1t is strippe,
gear. sent him back on hired pom.
20 telegraph for another to be sent t.
Tia Juana. Heaven knows how II
get there--I am Miss Upton. wan
you to know Mrs. Fame"
The girl indicated a tall woman wit
dark eyes sparkling from behind
pink veil, who was leaning over tn
side Of the tonneau. Kynaston bowe
and received a charming smile.
Mrs. Fame" continued the cir
lis to spend few weeks with me
my fathers mine-maybe you hay
heard of Daniel Upton, who owns Ii
Santa Cruz mine. a few miles to IL
south?'
Miss Upton waved her hand in Il
direction Of Mexico.
Il should think have heard of I
We have had twenty complaints fro
the mine of the depredations on It /
the revolutionists That's why we
here-that, and patrolling the bord
for gun runners"
Miss Upton laughed deliciously.
Il wish you patrolled by motor |
stead of on horseback" she said. If
then you'd have a mechanic and not
farrier in your camp. AS 1t is | don
suppose any of your men know abo
automobiles7"
She looked her question. Kynast
found himself hoping that she wou
ask many more questions II she wot
only accompany each one with such
look.
I'm sorry TO say" he respond
calamity. that there isn't one Of thu
who would know a clutch from
spark plug. But If you will come
the camp we can at least give y
some tea and a better place to r.
than this hot road, and ] can send
messenger who Is more reliable th
your man; at least one who kno
the country better"
The two women, shaking the
from their clothes. joined him. tt
walked slowly back to the hot Iii
camp In the canyon at the base of