Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1917-08-02


give old Duke a rig not If he was
a-dvin in the saddle"
They've sot your rig" cried De
Spain.
The gal asked me If I'd mind ac-
commodatin' en-, explained Bull dep
recatingly, to save time"
They headed north :" exclaimed De
Spain. The light from the fast-chang-
ing sky Tell eopper-colored across his
horse and figure. NcAlpin. followed by
hostler, appeared at the barn door
Bull nodded 10 De Spain. said they
wanted to ger there quick. She tigerd
on savin few miles ~ strikin the
hill trail in. So | takes their horses
and lets on | was headin' for the gap.
When they got out of sight. | turned
round"
Even as he spoke, the swift-rolling
curtain of mist overhead blotted the
sun out OF the sky.
De Spain sprang from his saddle
with ringing order to McAlpin. Get
up fresh saddle-horse
"A horse" cried the startled barn
boss, whirlng ON the hostler. The
strongest legs in the stable, and don't
lose a second Lady Jane; up with
herl he yelled, believing his orders
into the echOing barn with his hands TO
his mouth. Up With her for Mr.. de
Spain in u second Marmon! Becker
I.lnZ0n Ina IA 1
ingT he roared. rushing back with If
rusillade Of osths. Look alive. every
body :"
Coming :" yelled one voice after an
other from the depths Of the distant
stalls.
De Spain ran into the Office. Page
caught his horse, stripped the rife
from its holster. and hurriedly began
uncinching. Holsters running through
the barn called shrilly back and forth.
and De Spain springing up the stairs
to his room provided what he wanted
for his hurried flight. When he dashed
down with coats on his arm the hoofs
OF Lady Jane were gathering down the
long gangway. A stable-boy slid from
her back on one side az 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 McAlpins shoulder, was Civ
ing his parting injunctlOns, and the
barn boss, head cooked down. aud eyes
cast furtyely on the scattering snow
flakes outside. was listening will On at
tention that recorded indelibly every.
uttered syllable.
Once only. hs interrupted: Henry,
you're ridin' out into this thing alone
don't do it."
Il can't help IT," snapped De Spain
impatiently.
"It's man killer"
Il can't help IT,"
Bob Scott. If he VS. here, 'ud never
let you do It, 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 p
Numbered De Spain.
McAlpin bowed his head.
Ready" yelled Page, buckling the
rifle holster in place. Still talking. and
with McAlpin glued to his elbow. DE
Spain vaulted into the saddle. caught
the lines from Bulls hands, and
steadied the Lady as she sidestepped
nervously-McAlpin following close
anu lodging the dancing hoofs as ne
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 hind
to those behind. Running outside the
door, they yelled chorus of cries
after the swift-movlng horseman, and
clustered in an excited group, watched
the Lady with Il dozen great strides
round the Calabasas trail and disap-
pear with her rider into the whlrlinr
| snow.
She fell at once into an easy reach.
Ing step, and De Spain, busy with his
reflections. hardly gave thought 10
what she was doing. and little more TO
what was going on about him.