The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1918-07-04

from the trail and rode toward the
black and weather-beaten meeting
place.
They could hardly slip from their
saddles fast enough TO reach each 9TH
er's arms-Nan, trim as u model In
fresh khaki, trying with q handker.
chief hardly larger than u postage
stamp to wipe the flecks of dust from
her pink checks, while De Spain. be.
tween dabs, covered them with impor-
tunate greetings. Looking engrossed
into each others eyes. and both, In
their eagerness, talking ut once, they
led their horses into hiding and sat
down to try to tell all that had hap
pened since their parting. Wars and
rumors Of wars, feuds and raidings.
fights and pursuits, were no more to
them than 10 babes in the woods. All
that mattered to them-Sitting or
pacing together and absorbed, in the
path Of the long-cold volcanic stream
buried In the shifting sands OF the
desert-was that they should clasp
each others clinging hands, listen each
10 the others answering voice. look
unrestrained into each others eyes.
They met in both the lava beds
the upper lay between the gap and
town-mOre than once. And one day
came n scare. They were sitting on
a little ledge well up in the rocks
where De Spain could overlook the
trail east and west, and were talking
about a bungalow some day TO be in
Sleepy Cat, when they saw men riding
from the west toward C~alabasas. There
We're three in the party, one tagging
we'll behind. The two men leading.
Nan and De Spain made out to be
Gale Morgan and Page. They saw the
man coming on behind stop his horse
and lean forward, his head bent over
the trail. He was examining the sane
and halted quite a minute to study
something. Both knew what he was
studying-the footprints Of Mans
pony heading toward the lava. Nan
shrank back and with De Spain moved
a little to where they could watch the
intruder without being seen. Nan
whispered first: "It's SEASON. De
Spain nodded. What shall we dor
breathed Nan.
Nothing yet" returned her lover,
watching the horSeman, whose eyes
were still fixed on the pony's trail,
but who was now less than a half
milo ana apl ,;Iin,, .t,.;ob, ,,.Tnr1
them.
De Spain, his eyes on the danger
and his hand laid behind Mans waist,
led the way guardedly down to
where their horses stood. Nan, need
ing no instructions for the emergency,
took the lines of the horses, and De
Spain, standing beside his own horse.
reached his right hand over in front
of the pommel and, regarding Sassoon
all the while, drew his rifle slowly
from its scabbard. The blood fled
Mans cheeks. She said nothing. With
out looking at her, De Spain drew her
own rifle from her horses side, passed
it into her hand, and, moving over In
front Of the horses, laid his left hand
reassuringly on her waist again. At
were on him in the black fragments
ahead. Sassoon looked up. Then he
rode more slowly forward. The color
returned to Mans cheeks. "Do you
want me to use this?" she murmured
Indicating the rifle.
Certainly not. But if the others
turn back,.I may need 1t. Stay right
here with the horses. He will lose the
trail in a minute now. When he
reaches the rock I'll 90 down and
keep him from getting off his horse
he won't fight from the saddle"
But with an instinct better than
knowledge, Sassoon, like a wolf scent
ing danger, stopped again. He scanned
the broken and forbidding hump in
front, now less than a quarter OF a
mile from him, questioningly. His
eyes. seemed to % inquisitively over
the lava pile as If asking why a Nor
gan Gap pony had visited 1t. In an
other moment he wheeled his horse
and spurred rapidly after his compan-
ions.
The two drew a deep breath. De
Spain laughed. what we don't know
never hurts u.s." He drew Nan to him.
Holding the rife muzzle at arms
length as the butt rested on the
ground, she looked up from the Shout
der to which she was drawn. What
should you have done If he had Gomez
Taken you to the gap and then
taken him to Sleepy Cat, where he be
longs"
but, Henry. suppose"
There wouldn't have been any sup
pose.'"
Suppose the others had come"
with n rifle, here. a man could
stand off a regiment. Nan, do you
know, you fit into my arm as If you
were made for it?"
His courage was contagious. When
he had tired her with fresh impOrtu-
mites he unpinned her felt hat and
held 1t out of reach while he kissed