Bisbee daily review., 1917-05-20

- he desires. Make your mint easy. Bess will come to no harm until Huroki finds that she will tel him nothing; and he won't find ou that before We effect her rescue"
 And you will send after her-T
 'As soon as it's dark enough for oul men to move without being seen-tht strongest force we can spare, and the best mounted. For the present, how ever. we must keep this quiet; if the boys get so much as a hint of what's happened, therell be no holding them sNot soul must know-"s The gravel of the patio walR crunched beneath a firm and alert tread. Parr looked up.
 Except Rodman," he amended, rec ognizing the newcomer "Him we must tell, of course; and if anything does leak out before we're ready, he can control the boys if anybody can."
 Throughout this conversation Bud had neither moved nor made sign to signify that he understood the subject of discussion. And when, some ten minutes later, Donald and Rodman tried to rouse him, he stirred to the touch of their hands only to lift up a face from which every trace of intelli- gible expression had been erased; its eyes were blank; its firm lines were relaxed: its mouth gaped like a ere tins. The kindly words they spoke to him had no effect upon a mind un- hinged by the anguish it had suffered. Gently, then, the two men lifted him and, one on either side, holding his arms over their shoulders, led him away to a bedchamber, undressed him. bandaged his wounds, and put him to bed.
 Leaving Patria to watch by his bed side for time, Donald and Pillsbury returned to the library to plan the rescue.
 An hour later Patria in panic found them there with the news that she had left Buds side for a few moments, thinking him sound asleep, only to find the room empty on her return. In an amazingly short time the man had wakened, dressed and made his es- cape.
 Their search for him ended half a mile from the house, at the corral where a number of the cow-punchers had been amusing themselves by try ing to tame half a score of unbroken bronchos. Bud had found his way thither and was babbling out frag- ments of his story to a circle of sym pathetic but bewildered friends.
 If 1t was too late to stop him, Rod mans influence with his employees proved to be all That Donald had as- serted it was.
 In earliest dark of night, then, a picked force of forty-eight cow-punch- CTS, led by Rodman himself, rode quietly by twos and threes, rendez- voused at an agreed place, crossed the border in it's most isolated secretion, and vanished silently into the black mystery of Mexico.
 AIR LANES.
 
 i There was little sleep for Patria that night. Visions of the fate of women kidnapped across the border. memories of tales she had heard since , her arrival at the ranch. haunted her.
 In the cool blue twilight of dawn she was up and dressing herself in her aviating clothes.
 She went down to the patio to find Donald there, watching for the day, awaiting the word it must bring them, with a face drawn and haggard with sleeplessness.
 Together they breakfasted poorly, choking down few mouthfuls of food and some coffee, then motored out through the still hush of the newborn day to the aviation field.
 Early though they were, they did not forestall the men of Patria's flying corps. Already two machines were in the air, aglow with the young sun- light, rising like petals of gold wind swept through the blue. Six more were preparing to rise. The remain ing eight biplanes of the air squadron were still nested in their hangers.
 Her impatience would not let Pa tria wait for the reports of those who were already climbing the skies, in specting the countryside south of the border.
 Ordering out her own biplane-the machine, that is, in which she had gained all her practice and experience as an aviatrice-she took the pilots seat and. refusing to permit Donald or anyone else to accompany her grasped the controls and shot home the switch which operated the self starter.
 Winging up in long slant, the bi plane gained the thousand-foot level then began to move southward in wide curved sweeps.
 There was little air astir-just ( gentle and steady breeze from tht west. Aerial navigation offered nc problems to distract Patria's attention from the landscape beneath it. Hel keen, youthful eyes. sharpened by so Hcitude, inspected it closely. missing
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