The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1917-07-05

the lines. She leaped through the door
way and he raised a backward hand
to those behind Running outside the
door, they yelled a chorus of cries
after the swift-mOving horseman, and,
clustered in an excited group, watched
the Lady with a dozen great strides
round the Calabasas trail and disap-
pear with her rider into the whirling
snow.
She fell at once into an easy reach
ing step. and De Spain. busy with his
reflections, hardly gave thought to
what she was doing, and little more to
what was going on about him.
No moving figure reflects the impas-
sive more than a hOrseman of the
mountains, on a long ride. Though
never so swift-borne, the man. looking
neither to the right nor TO the left,
moving evenly and statuelike against
the sky, a part of the wiry beast under
him, presents the very picture of in
difference to the world around him.
The great, swift wind spreading over
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puffs that whirled and wrapped cloud
of flakes about horse and rider in the
symbol of q shroud. De Spain gave
no heed to these skirmishing eddies,
but he knew what was behind them,
and for the wind, he only wished it
caught sight of Nan.
The even reach of the horse brought
him to the point where Nan had
changed to the stage wagon. Without
a break in her long stride, Lady Jane
took the hint of her swerving rider,
put her nose into the wind, and headed
north. De Spain, alive to the difficult
ties OF his venture, set his hat lower
and bent forward to follow the wagon
along the sand. With the first of the
white fiurries passed, he found himself
IN a sDowless pocket, as it were. of the
advancing storm. He hoped for moth
ing from the prospect ahead; but ev-
cry moment of respite from the blind
ing whirl was gain, and with his eyes
close on the trail that had carried Nan
into danger, he urged the Lady on.
When the snow again closed down
about him he calculated from the
roughness of the country that he
should be within a mife of the road
that Nan was trying TO reach. from the
gap TO Sleepy Cat. . But the broken
ground straight ahead would prevent
her from driving directly to it. He
knew she must hold TO the right. and
her curving track, now becoming diff
cult TO trail, confirmed his conclusion.
A fresh drive of the wind buffeted
him as he turned directly north. Only
at intervals could he see any trace of
the wagon wheels The driving snow
him more than once to dis
mount and search for the trail Each
time he lost it the effort TO regain it
was more prolonged. AT times he was
to ride the desert in wide
circles to find the tracks, and this cost
time when minutes might mean life.
But as long as he could he chung to
the struggle to track her exactly. He
saw almost where the storm had struck !
the two wayfarerS. Neither, ne knew, |
was lnsenSible to its dangers. What |
amazed him was that man like Duke |
Morgan should be out in it. He found I
4 spot where they had halted and, with !
4 start that checked the beating of his !
heart, his eyes fell on her footprint |
lOt yet obliterated, beside the wagon
rack.
The sight of it was an electric shock.
Throwing himself from his horse, he
lnelt over it in the storm, oblivious for
IN instant of everything but that this
racery meant her presence, where he
low bent, hardly half an hour before.
lie swung, after moments keen scru-
my, into his saddle, with fresh re-
olive. Pressed by the rising fury of
he wind, the wayfarers had become
rom this point, De Spain saw too
,lainly, hardly more than fugitiyes.
food ground to the left, where their
rope of safety lay, had been over
ooked. Their tracks wandered on the
pen desert like those who, losing cour-
ge, lose their course in the confusion
nd fear of the impending peril.
And with this increasing uncertainty