White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1918-03-31

gorge, lassoes the girl from her fly
ing horse and starts to haul her up
the canyon.
Tortured by the pain Of the lariat
biting into her flesh. and the shock
of constant battering against the
walls of the canyon, Bessie was fast
losing consciousness when Black
Jack, entering the dehle from the
lower end. halted his horse beneath
her and drew her into the saddle. As
ne did so, johnson, giving fresh vent
10 his Unsuitable cruelty. took a 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.
IN fix this cage so you won't find
lying away so easy, snarled Black
Jack, as he dragged Bessie from his
horse. 4 half hour later. and roughly
pushed her into the cabin. A glance
told him how she had escaped and
az The girl stood covering in a cor
uer. he securely nailed down the win
dow 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 10
the door and looked out. In front
OF the door. asleep with rifle in
his hand. lay Black Jack. Scattered
aout the fire were his companions,
all but one. and be was posted al
the back window. The outlaw
leader stirred uneasily and the girl
withdrew and closed the door.
Blake. meanwhile. was riding tire
Iessly over the mountain trails
searching for any clue to his wife
or her kidnappers. Hating to get
his bearings. he caught sight OF
Black Beauty, far down the valley
wandering along the lower trail.
With mingled hopes and fears, Blake
spurred in that direction and soon
eIutehed the bride OF his wife's pet,
which recognised his voice and trot-
ted to meet him.
The young railroad man hastily
examined the horse. An exclamation
of anger escaped him as he saw the
forrow made by Reds bullet, but Il
quickly changed to delight as he
found. still secure in the animals
name, the handkerchief Bessie a
put there. Accustomed as he was
to Indian signs and languages, the
message 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 night of the moon
rising above the trees found Bessie
standing by the window in the out
laws cabin through which she had
fled the afternoon before. The guard,
tired by long riding and stipeied by
liquor, had slipped to the ground
and was fast asleep. So were Black
Jack and his gang. whose snoring
penetrated the timbered walls OF
the shack.
A look of determination came into
Bessie's face, ~bespeaking what was In
her mind-"it's now or never Slow
ly. she opened the door and looked
out. Five minutes she stood there
and not a man moved. With firm
step she passed over Black Jack
pausing only 10 pick up his rifla
which she slung over her shoulder
and in q flash was across the clear
ing and swallowed up in the black
ness of the woods.
4 few rods distant, a self-appointed
se%ntinel, 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 a lonely vigil. His
keen ear caught the crack OF a
branch beneath Bessie's feet and he
started forward to learn who va
wandering about in the woods, He
saw nobody, heard nothing further
but intuition told him something
was wrong and he hurried back tC
the cabin.
The omen door told him that the
girl again had escaped. With con
temputous oaths, he kicked th'
sleepy outlaws into life. Beside him.
self with rage, Black Jack bea'
down the stupid guard and followed
by his men dashed off into the brusf
In the direction Bessie had taken.