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 "Bandits?" echoed Morton incredu- lously. T thought that sort of thing was all over in California. I sup posed that bandits were confined to western novels, Sunday supplements, and motion pictures"
 Not by a jugful," said Ellsworth. "This region has been terrorized for more than year now by a gang of outlaws who have their headquarters somewhere in the mountains at the back. Their leader is a half-breed Mexican, named Carrillo-a very able fellow gone wrong, I understand. He used to be a lawyer down in Arizona somewhere, but he was mixed up in several shady transactions, finally be- came involved in a counterfeiting deal, killed the United States marshal who tried to arrest him, and skipped the country between two days. We hadn't had any trouble with them, however, until about a week before your acci- dent. One of Carrillo's lieutenants, a fellow named Lopez, with three or four companions raided one of my camps, killed the man in charge, and ran off a dozen horses. We struck their trail within three hours after the murder and chased them right into the mountains. We caught Lopez and strung him up, but his two compan- ions got away. A few days later Car r-i1In ont mo har ha xx-nU1d up the score-and he's man that will keep his word. That's what I mean r by saying that when you and Miss Iyanof are out riding you had better keep to the valley and not get too far away from the house."
 Much obliged for the advice" said Morton lightly.
 Yet so little importance did Morton attach to Ellsworth's warning that when he and Olga took their custom ary ride the following afternoon, he deliberately yentured beyond the bounds which he knew to be dictated by safety. When the setting sun warned them that 1t was time to re- turn, they found that they were con- siderably farther from the ranchhouse than they had supposed. Turning their ponies, they were proceeding home ward at brisk lope when they were surprised to see party of horsemen ride out from a canyon which de- bouched into the main valley and come to a halt, as though awaiting them.
 Tt must be some of the cowboys from the ranch" remarked Olga, waiting to ride back with us."
 AS they drew nearer however, Mor- ton noticed with some uneasiness that the horsemen had spread out so far as to form line extending from the mouth of the canyon to the river, thus cutting them off from the ranchhouse. There was, moreover. something sus- picious, something peculiarly sinister, about the riders, each of whom, he now noticed, carried a rifle across the pommel of his saddle.
 Hold up, OlgaI' he called, the truth suddenly dawning on him. "Those are not our fellows they're strangers we had better not go any nearer until we find out who they are and what they want"
 He was not kept long in doubt as to the strangers intentions, for, as they pulled up their ponies, rifle cracked and bullet kicked up squirt of dust within yard of Morton.
 By heaven!" he shouted, tits the bandits. And they've cut us off from the ranchl Our only chance is to reach Number Four camp. There are half a dozen of Ellsworth's men there and if we can get there we will be safe. But we will have to ride like blazes to make it."
 Suiting the action to the words, he whirled his pony, drove his spurs into it's Hanks, and, callously abandoning Olga to her fate, went racing up the valley in a desperate attempt to es- cape.
 Olga, whose mount was old and slow, had not gone a quarter of mile before she was overtaken by the ban dits and a bearded ruffian, leaning from his saddle, caught her bridle and pulled her horse to a StandStill.
 Keep quiet and you won't get hurt, miss," he said, but if you try to get away it'll go hard with you"
 "What do you want of me?" she demanded, showing no sign of the ter TOT that she felt. ''Where are you going to take mel"
 "We're goin' to take you to call on Captain Carrillo, lady" a rat-faced fellow answered with a leer.
 Only two of the gang had paused to capture Olga; the rest had con- tinued in pursuit of Morton, who was riding up the valley at top speed.
 "Stop or we'll shoot!" roared the black-mustached fellow who was evil dently the leader of the band, raising his rifle. but Morton, panic-stricken, only rode the harder.
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