The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-04-27

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it, and Nan, rifle in hand. slid safely
down to the end of the lean-to, where
DE Spain helped her to the ground.
He directed her how to make zigZag
advance toward the pine, and, above
all, to throw herself fiat and sidewise
after every shot-and lot to fire
often.
In this way they advanced slowly
but safely to the disputed point .nd
then understandable horses were
gone. A fresh discharge of shots came
from two directions-seemingly from
the house and the stable. A moment
later they heard sharp firing far down
the gap-their sole avenue of escape.
They withdrew to the shelter of a
large rock familiar to Nan even in the
dark. While De Spain was debating
In his mind how to meet the emer-
gency, she stood at his side, his equal
he knew, in courage, daring and re-
source, and answered his rapid ques-
tons as to possible gateways of
escape. The rain, which had been
abating, now ceased, but from every
assure in the mountains came the roar
of rushing water, and little openings
of rock and waterway that might have
offered chance when dry were now
out of the question. In fact, 1t was
Mans belief that before morning wa
ter would be running over the main
trail itself.
yet" said De Spain finally, "before
morning we must be long way from
this particular spot Nan. Sassoon
has posted men at the neck of the
gap-that's the first thing he would do.
I'll tell you" he said suddenly, as
when after long uncertainty and anx-
ious doubt one chooses an alternative
and hastens to follow it. Retreat is
the thing for us, Nan. Let's make for
Music mountain and crawl into our
cave till morning. Lefever will get
in here some time tomorrow. Then
we can connect with him."
Realizing that no time was to be lost,
cry foot of the troublesome way Of
fered difficulties. Water impeded them
continually. Nan picked their trail.
But for her perfect familiarity with
every foot Of the ground, they could
not have got to the mountain at all.
When they got to the mountain trail
itself they found their way swept by a
mad rush of falling water. its deafen-
ing roar punctured by fragments of
loosened rock which, swept downward
from ledge to ledge, split and thun-
dered as they dashed themselves
against the mountainside. On a pro-
tected floor the two stood 'for a mo-
ment, listening to the roar of the cata-
ract that had cut them off their refuge.
"No use, Man," said De Spain.
'"There isn't any other trail, is there?"
She told him there was no other.
sand this will run all night. Henry"
she said, turning to him and as If
thinking of question she wanted to
ask. show did you happen to come to
me tonight when I wanted you sor'
81 came because you sent for me"
he answered, surprised.
''But didn't send for you"
He stopped, dumfounded. "What
do you mean, Nan?" he demanded I'M
easily. II got your message on the
telephone last night, in my office at
Sleepy Cat, from a man that refused
to give his name"
81 never sent any message to you"
she insisted in growing wonderment.
81 have been locked in room for
three days, dearie. The Lord knows
l wanted to send you word. Who ever
telephoned message like that? Was
it trap to get you in here?"
He told her the story-of the siren
uous efforts he had made to discover
the identity of the messenger-and
how he had been baked. mo mat
ter" said Nan at last. "It couldn't
have been a trap. 1t must have been
a friend, surely, not an enemy.
Henry" every time she repeated
his name De Spain cared less for
what should happen In the rest Of the
world, "what are we going to do now 2
We can't stay here all highland
take what they will greet us with In
the morning"
He answered her question with an
other: what about trying to get out
by Ell CapitanT
She started in spite of herself. ut
would be certain death, Henry"
II don't mean at the worst to try
to cross 1t till we get a glimpse of
daylight. But It's quite a way over
there. The question Is. Can we find
q trail up to where we want to goT'
II know two or three" she an
swered, "if they are only not flooded"
The storm seemed to have passed,
but the darkness was intense, and
from above the northern Superstitions
came low mutterings Of thunder. Com
PEELED to strike out over the rocks to
get up to any of the trails toward Eel
Captain, Nan, helped by De Spain
when he could help, led the ascent
toward the first ledge they could hope