The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-01-08
VENGEANCE and
THE WOMAN
EPISODE 3

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walls OF the canyon. Bessie was fast
losing consciousness when Black
Jack. entering the defile from the
lower end. halted his horse beneath
her and drew her into the saddle. AS
he did SO, Johnson giving fresh vent
to his Unsuitable cruelty, took q shot
at Black Beauty. which had stopped
when his mistress was lifted from his
back. The bullet. luckily, only fur
rowed his flank. and the animal
raced away down the canyon.
I'm fix this cage SO you won't
find flying away SO easy" snarled
Black Jack. as he dragged Bessie
from his horse. half hour later,
and roughly pushed her into the
cabin. A glance told him how she
had escaped and as the girl stood
covering in corner. he securely
nailed down the window and left her.
Blake's young wife had by no
means given up all hope Of escape.
and when darkness settled down and
the laughter and drinking of the men
outside had ceased. she stole to the
door. and looked out. In front OF the
door, asleep and with rifle in hand.
lay Black Jack. Scattered about the
fire were his companions, all but
one. and he was posted at the back
window. The outlaw leader stirred
uneasily and the girl withdrew and
closed the door.
Blake, meanwhile. was riding tire
lessly over the mountain trails search
ing for any clue to his wife or her
Ftdnappers. Hating to get his bear
ings. he caught sight Of Black Beau
ty. far off down the valley, wander
ing along the lower trail. With min
gled hopes and fears, Blake spurred
In that direction and soon clutched
the bride Of his wife's pet, which
recognized his voice and trotted to
meet him.
The young railroad man hastily
examined the horse. An exclamation
of anger escaped him as he saw the
furrow made by Reds bullet. but It
quickly changed to delight as he
found. still secure in the animals
name. the Handkerchief Bessie had
put there. Accustomed as he was to
Indian signs and languages. the mes
sage she intended to convey was as
plain as writing. the eagle feather
and the rock.
They've got her at Eagle Rock"
he exclaimed. and mounting he was
off again In the gathering darkness.
The first light Of the moon rising
above the trees found Bessie stand
ing by the window In the outlaws
cabin through which she had fled the
afternoon before. The guard. tired
by long riding and Supplied by liq-
uor. had slipped to the ground and
was fast asleep. So were Black Jack
and his gang. whose snoring pene-
trated the timbered walls Of the
shack.
A look Of determination came into
I,essie's face, bespeaking what was
in her mind-''it's now or never"
Slowly. she opened the door and
looked out. Five minutes she stood
there and not man moved. With
firm step she passed over Black Jack.
pausing only to pick UP his rifle that
she slung over ersshoulder. and In
a flash was across the clearing and
swallowed up in the blackness Of the
woods.
A few rods distant, a self appoint
ed sentinel, was Comanche Pete
While the others had caroused and
boosted OF fresh atrocities they would
commit on the morrow, the Indian
had stolen away to keep lonely
vigil. His keen ear caught the
crack of branch beneath Bessie's
feet and he started forward to learr
who was wandering about in thu
woods. He saw nobody heard moth
ing further. but intuition told hin
that something was wrong and HI
hurried back to the cabin.
The open door told him that thu
girl again had escaped. With con
temptuous oaths. he kicked thu
sleepy outlaws into life. Beside him
self with rage. Black Jack bea
down the stupid guard and followed
by his men dashed off into tn,
brush in the direction Bessie haC
taken.
Spanning a deep gorge, from the
| brink of n cliff TO the very foot O.