The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1917-05-24
CHAPTER VII.
A Rangers Horse,

onward through the dense foliage
the two friends wound. Now and
then they stopped to listen, but the
rain was heavy enough to drown all
other noises. Encountering fresh
tracks finally. Dave leaned from his
saddle and studied them. He had
gone perhaps half mile when Bessie
Belle raised her head, and he noted
that her nostrils were working sensi-
lively Law fancied that he could de-
tect the smell of wood fire. Farther
along they came to place where the
brush was low, and there, rising
through the treetops beyond, he saw IL
wavering plume of blue smoke.
The Ranger rode into sight of the
branding fire with his repeater
across his saddle horn and his thumb
unon the hammer; what followed
came with almost the binding sud
denneSs of lightning crash. First
there was the picture Of a sandy glade,
IN the center Of which burned a fire
with branding irons in it, and q SPOT
ted calf tied to a tree, but otherwise
no sign Of life. Then, without warn
| Ing, Bessie Belle threw up her head
In that characteristic trick Of hers, and
simultaneously Dave saw n figure rise
out OF the grass at his left with a
rifle leveled. With the first jerk of
his horses head his own gun had
leaped to his shoulder-he was not
conscious Of having willed it to do
so-and even as he pressed the trig-
ger he felt Bessie Belle give way. The
next instant his feet, still in the stir
rupS, were on the ground and his
horse lay between them, motionless.
That nervous fling of her head had
saved Dawes life, for the rustler's
bullet had shattered her skull in it's
flight. and she lay prone, with scarcely
muscular twitch, so sudden had been
her end
For moment the Ranger was
dazed. He stood staring down at his
pet; then the truth engulfed him. He
realized that he had ridden her to
her death, and at the thought he be-
came like woman bereft Of her
child, like lover who had seen his
sweetheart slain.
A shout-it was a hoarse, inarticu-
late cry; a swift, maddened scrutiny
that searched the sodden scene Of the
ambush then he was down beside the
mare, calling her name heartbrokenly,
his arms around her neck, his face
against her warm, wet, velvet hide.
Law knew that two men had en-
tered the thicket, and therefore one
still remained to be reckoned with,
but he gave no thought to that. From
| thn nf ho a
pair Of bootsoles staring at him out
Of the grass. and they told him there
was not need for investigation. Near
the body he heard the calf stirring, but
he let 1T struggle.
Bessie Bellies bright eyes were glaz-
ing; she did not hear her lovers
voice. Don Ricardo and his son burst
out Of the brush from opposite direc-
tiOns almost ut the same moment, to
find the Ranger with his face buried
in his horses name.
"Caramba! What Is this7" The old
man flung himself from the saddle
and came running. "You are injuredY'
Pedro, too, bent over the officer, MS
brown face pale with apprehension.
"Mother Of God !" breathed the latter.
ut was a wild thing to do, to ride
alone"
"I'm all right" Law said rising
stiffly, whereupon both Mexlcans
voiced their relief.
"The saints be praised"
"Si! What happened? There was
slYot! Did you see nothlng?"
Law jcrkcd his head in the direc.
ton of the fallen man at his back ana
Pedro uttered loud cry.
"LooR !" Father and son ran through
the grass, then rccoiled and broke
into jargon Of onths and exclama'
tlons.
"Right In the mouth The fellow
? was In death before he realized It,
"See! 1t is as we thought, Pedro
one Of Lewis! Use! Use! Use
What sight!"
"Who is he?" querled the officer.
"PinO GarZa orc of the worst u
chimed the two Guzmans.
Ricardo was dancing in his excite.
, ment. II told you that Lewis knew
something. The other one got past
: me. but cannot shoot like--this."
1t was difficult to secure connected
q story from Ricardo. but ne finally