Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-05

you see anything?" he asked, wait
ing for her to come up.
Henry" She was looking straight
down into the valley, and laid her
hand on De Spain's shoulder. rs
there anything moving on the ridge
over there-see-jus east of Sas-
soons ranch house?"
De Spain, his eyes bent on the
point Nan indicated, drew her for
ward to a dip in the trail which, to
one stretch fiat, afforded a slight
protection. He made her lie down,
and just beyond her refuge chose
point where the path, broadening
little and rising instead of sloping
toward the outer edge, gave him a
chance to brace himself between
two rocks. Flattened there like
target in midair, he threw his hat
down to Nan, and, resting on one
knee, waited for the shot that should
tumble him down Ell Captain or be-
tray the man bent on killing him.
Another bullet, deliberately aimed,
Clipped the rock above him. Nan,
agonizing in her suspense, cried out
she must join him and go with him
if he went. He steadied her with
few words. A bullet struck again
viciously close between them. De
Spain spoke slowly: Give me your
rifle Without turning his head, he
held out his hand keeping his eyes
rigidly on the suspicious spot on the
ridge. How far is it to that road,
Nan?"
She looked toward the faint line
that lay in the deep shadows below.
Three hundred yards"
Nan, if it wasn't for you,
couldn't travel this country at all"
he remarked with studious uncon-
cern. Last time 1 had no ammuni-
tion-this time, no rifle-you always
have what's needed. How high are
we, Nan?"
Seven hundred feet"
Elevate for me, Nan, will you?"
Remember the wind" she falter-
ed, adjusting the sight as he had
asked.
With the cautioning words she
passed the FURNISHED weapon, gilt
tering yet with the raindrops, into
! his hand. A flash came from the dis
| tant ridge. Throwing his rife to his
shoulder, De Spain covered hardly
i perceptible black object on the trail
midway between Sassoon's ranch
house and a little bridge. Then he
fired before Nan could believe he had
/ lined the sights. Once, twice, three
times his hand fell and rose sharply
on the lever, with every mark of pre-
understand how he could discover
what his shots were doing.
The fire came steadily back, and
deliberately, without the least inti-
nation of being affected by De
Spains return. She had never before
seen a man shooting to kill another.
The very horror of watching De
Spain, at bay among the rocks, fas-
cinated her. Since the first day they
| Ia1 af cha had hardly Gaan a rifle
in his hands. She strove to look.
The butt of the heating rifle lay
close against the red-marked cheek
she knew SO well, and to the tips of
the fingers every particle of the
mans being was alive with strength
and resource. Some strange fascina-
ton drew her senses out toward him
as he knelt and threw shot after
shot at the distant figure hidden on
the ridge. She held out her arms and
clasped her hands toward him in an
act of devotion. Then, while she
looked, breathlessly, he took his eyes
an instant from the sights. Hes
running!" exclaimed De Spain as the
rifle butt went instantly back to his
cheek. Whoever he is, God help him
now!"
The words were more fearful to
Nan than an imprecation. He had
driven his enemy from the scant
cover of a rut in the trail, and the
man was fleeing for new cover and
for life. Bullet after bullet pitilessly
led the escaping wretch. Suddenly
De Spain jerked the rife from his
cheek, threw back his head, and
swept his left hand ascross his
straining eyes. Once more the rifle
came up to place and flame shot
again in the gray morning light
from the hot muzzle. The rifle fell
away from the shoulder. The black