The Knoxville independent. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1917-05-19

Of Lady Jane were Gathering down the
long gangway. A stable-bOy slid from
| her back on one side as Bull Page
threw the saddle across her from the
other; hostlers caught at the cinches,
while others hurriedly rubbed the legs
of the qulvering mare. De Spain, his
hand on McAlpin's shoulder, was CIV
Ing his parting injunctions, and the
barn boss, head cooked down, and eyes
| cast furtively on the scattering snow
flakes outside, was listening with an at
tention that recorded indelibly every
uttered syllable.
Once only, he interrupted: "Henry,
you're ridin' out into this thing alone
don't do it."
| II can't help It," snapped De Spain
impatiently.
''It's man killer"
| II can't help it."
| "Bob Scott, If he WIS here, 'ud never
| let you do 1t. I'll ride wi We myself,
Henry. worked for your father"
'You're too old man, Jim"
Henry"
"Don't talk to me / Do as tell you II
| Numbered De Spain.
McAlpin bowed his head.
Ready" yelled Page, buckling the
rife holster in place. Still talking. and
with McAlpin glued to his elbow, De
Spain vauited into the saddle, caught
the lines from Bulls hands, and
steadied the Lady as she sidestepped
neryously--McAlpin following close
and lodging the dancing hoofs as he
looked earnestly up to catch the last
word. De Spain touched the horse with
the lines. She leaped through the door
way and he raised a backward hand
to those behind. Running outside the
door, they yelled chorus of cries
after the swift-moving horseman, and
clustered in an excited group, watched
the Lady with dozen great strides
round the Calabasas trail and disap-
pear with her rider into the whirling
snow.
She fell at once into an easy reach
ing step, and De Spain, busy with his
reflections, hardly gave thought to
what she was doing, and little more to
what was going on about him.
No moving figure reflects the impas-
sive more than horseman of the
mountains, on long ride. Though
never so swift-borne, the man. looking
neither to the right nor to the left,
moving evenly and statuelike against
the sky, part Of the wiry beast under
him, presents the very picture of in
Inference to the world around him.
The Ngreat, swift wind spreading over
the desert emptied on it snow-laden
puffs that whirled and wrapped cloud
Of fakes about horse and rider In the
III of IA shroud. De Spain gave
no heed to these skirmishing eddies,
but he knew what was behind them,
and for the wind, he only wished 1t
might keep the snow In the air till he
c9Nght sight of Nan.
~ The even reach of the horse brought
him to the point where Nan had
changed to the stage wagon. Without
q break In her long stride, Lady Jane
took the hint of her swerving rider,
put her nose into the wind, and headed
north. De Spain, alive to the difficult
ties Of his venture, set his hat lower
and bent forward to follow the wagon
along the sand. With the first of the
white fiurries passed, he found himself
in a snowless pocket, as 1T were, of the
advancing storm. He hoped for moth
ing from the prospect ahead; but ev-
cry moment Of respite from the blind
| ing whirl was a gain, and with his eyes
close on the trail that had carried Nan
into danger, he urged the Lady on.
When the snow again closed down
about him he calculated from the
roughness of the country that he
should be within a mile of the road
| that Nan was trying to reach, from the
| gap to Sleepy Cat. But the broken
ground straight ahead would prevent
her from driving directly to 1t. He
knew she must hold to the right, and
her curving track. now becoming diff.
cult to trail, confirmed his conclusion,
A fresh drive Of the wind buffeted
him as he turned directly north. Only
at intervals could he see any trace OF
the wagon wheels. The driving snow
compelled him more than once to dis.
mount and search for the trail. Each
time he lost it the effort to regain II
was more prolonged. At times he was
compelled to ride the desert In wide
circles to find the tracks, and this cost
time when minutes might mean life
But as long as he could he chung to
| the struggle to track her exactly. He
saw almost where the storm had struck
the two wayfarers. Neither, he knew,
was insensible to its dangers. What
amazed him was that man Hike Duke
Morgan should be out in 1t. He found
a spot where they had halted and. with
a start that checked the beating of his
heart, his eyes fell on her footprint
/ not YET obliterated, beside the wagon
| track.
The sight Of 1t was an electric shock.
Throwing himself from his horse, he
knelt over 1t in the storm, obligious fer
an instant Of everything but that this
tracery meant her presence, where he
now bert, hardly half an hour before.