Bisbee daily review., 1917-05-20
THIRTEENTH EPISODE
Wings of Death.
ALARMS AND EXCURSIONS.

It was midafternOOn of a Sunday un- commonly warm, even for that season, when Bud Morgan, on his saddle and bridleless horse, found his way-less consciously than guided by the instinct of the homing pigeon-to the hacienda of Patria Channing's rancho.
 None witnessed his arrival. Because it was a day of rest. no house servants were in evidence, busted with their ac- customed weekday tasks. Mrs. Pills bury was in her room, mapping away the hour of the siesta. Her son, Rod man, general superintendent of the Charming ranch properties, had ridden off soon after breakfast on some idle errand. Patria and Donald Parr were alone in the library, coming a great typographical map of the neighborlns country.
 Not a sound disturbed the peaceful hush of the hacienda other than their low-pitched accents, before they heard the rumble of approaching hoofs; and this was a noise so ordinary and com monplace that they were not even aware of it.
 It required the shuff1e of uncertain footsteps on the graveled walks of the gardened patio to distract them from their engrossing occupation
 Patria looked up first from the map, glancing inquisitively out of the win dow. It was her cry of pity that drew Donald's attention. Following the di- rection of her gaze, he saw the wound- ed and semidemented man at pause in the middle of the patio, giaring wit lessly round him, a aloodied and ghastly figure, vision as incongru- ous to that tile and place as an ap- partition from the grave in a kinder garten.
 7s Jumping up, Donald ran out, wound his arms round Morgan, and helped him into the library.
 Thus it was that, for upwards of an hour, the tale Bud had to tell, of terror and tragedy, of a homestead burned, a mother and a child mur- dered,, sistef EdnapeS by raiders from across the bo-ier. was known only to Patria and Donald.
 When he had saished speaking and bowed his wounoed head on arms fold ed upon the library table, there was nothing more said by anyone for many minutes The two stared at each oth- CT across the shoulders of the man iD speeches. consternation and bewilder- ment.
 "what are you going to do7" Patria demanded presently.
 Donald said: First of all, get Bud 70 bed"
 "But-Bess?" the girl protested.
 ''We will, of course, start an expedi- ton to rescue her as soon as we dare"
 'Darer
 Tt would be worse than useless to let our boys cross the border by day light You know well enough how in- stantaneously-alm Mexicans can spread news by their under ground telegraph. Unless we wait till nightfall and smuggle our men across unseen, we might as well telegraph Zelaya or Huroki, or whoever is re- sponsible for this atrocity, to prepare to receive us."
 And in the meantime-what hap pens to Bess? Oh, I cannot under stand how you dare suggest waiting here till darki''
 Because I am determined to res cue her-and because l feel sure DO harm will come to her"
 How can you say thatf"
 T am sure that this is a move die tated by HurOki. You know how per sistently his spies have haunted this neighborhoOd and how consistently they have failed to find out anything concerning our preparations-all ex. cept those three who died suddenly of finding out too muchr' Parr smiled grimly, then once more was grave.
 'Not one had seen anything or lived to tell the tale of what he saw. There. fore Huroki has done this thing-l would stake my life on it-in order to get hold of somebody presumed to be in your confiden somebody from whom he can persl ade the information