The spectator., 1920-04-30

Kate pulled the boulder away, and | released the prisoner. She took the soft. woolly creature in her arns, and | examined the wounded limb, all torn and raw from it's efforts to escape. A wound, she recalled. ought to be washed with cold water and bound. | Returning to her horse. she put the lit ! tie animal in front of the saddle and continued on the trail that led down to the river.
 Sweeney came out from the cabin er-beaten man. who had ridden for her | father ever since she could remember.
 What in Mexico you got there?' he asked in surprise.
 She explained the circumstances un- der which she had found the lamb.
 And what you aiming to do with it?"
 I'm going to tie up it's leg and take | it across the river. Some of the C. F.. herders are sure to find 1t before night"
 "Sho! What are you fooling with N'iNN SHtNp Api ht | grumbled.
 1t isn't sheep, but lamb. And I'm not going to see it suffer. no mat ter who owns it. I'll just ride across and leave it outside the fence" she said.
 "Lemme go. I know the river bet ter"
 Sweeney did not wait for her assent, 1 but swung to the saddle. She handed him the lamb. and he forded the stream.
 Sweeney saw some one disappear l The rider held up the lamb, jabbered a sentence of broncho Spanish at the spot where the man had been, put down his bleating burden. and can tered back to his own side of the river
 An hour later, Kate. on the return trip. topped the rise where she had found the lamb. Pulling up her pony, to rest the horse from it's climb, she ga2ed back across the river to the roll ing ridges among which lay the c. F. ranch. Oddly enough. she had never seen CaSS Fendrick. He had come to Papago county few years before. and had bought the place from an earlier settler. In the disagreement that had fallen between the two men. she was wholly on the side of her father. Some times she had wondered what manner of man this Cass Fendrick might be disagreeable. of course, but after pre- cisely what fashion?
 Your property, l believe, Miss Gull lison''
 She turned at sound of the suave, amused drawl, and looked upon a dark, slim young man of picturesque ap- pearance. He was lowing to her with an obvious intention of overdoing it.
 Her instinct told the girl who he was. She did not need to ask herself any longer what Cass Fendrick looked like
 He was holding out to her the blood stained kerchief that had been tied to the lambs leg.
 "I didn't care to have 1t returned" she told him with cold civility.
 Now, if you'd only left note to say so, it would have saved me quite considerable climb" he suggested.
 In spite of herself flicker of amusement lit her eyes. She had sense of humor. ''I did not think of that. and since you have troubled to return it to me, 1 can only say thank you"
 She held out her hand for the ker- chief but he did not move "I don't know but what m keep it. after all, for souvenir"
 She ignored his sardonic mockery. 'I don't let live creatures suffer when 1 can help it. Are you going to give me my bandkerchiefY"
 Haven't made up my mind yet. Perhaps m have it washed and bring it home to you"
 She decided he was trying to fiirt with her, and turned the head of her horse to start.
 "Now your father has pulled his freight. expect it will be safe to call" he added.
 The bridle rein frightened. What nonsense are you saying about my ia ther?"
 No news. Miss Cullison; just what everybody Is saying, that he has gone to cover on account of the holdup" A chill fear drenched her heart Do you mean the holdup of the Limited at Tin Cup;"
 No l don't" He looked at her sharply. Mean to say you haven't heard of the holdup of the W. X s. Express company at Saguache?'
 No. When was it?'
 Tuesday night. The man got away with tweoty thousand dollars"
 And what has my father to do with thatf" she demanded haughtily.
 satisfied spleen purred in his voice. My dear young lady, that is what everyone Is asking
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