The St. Johns herald., 1921-08-18

surprise. "What Shelby1 Was hisI other name Tom7"
 "Si, senor," and she turned her eyes on him. You know this Tom Shel-l byP
 Do II of course I do. You re- member him, Major Hays. He was with us once in 'C Troop; then later detailed with the scouts. He's up in this country, know. ran into him down at Ponca when came through there. Why, that was his wedding day, and l saw the bride"
 You say those renegade devils have got them both there In the HOleTH broke in the major, 'prisoners"
 They got away now; they hide in cave" she explained.
 "And you will show us the way InT'
 "Senor, the doctor he will care for this man If dof
 T pledge you my word he will"
 "And you keel Indian Joe Laud. senor?"
 wen surely do our best"
 Then show you-yes; who that man theref"
 Shaunessy wheeled about to face the fellow she pointed at gripping him with one hand, and dragging him forth from among the circle of soldiers.
 'This Is the bird they gave us for a guide," he said shortly. "You know him?"
 "He," she gave vent to a bitter laugh. ~That fellow Dull Knife; bad Indian, horse thief. Why they give you heemr
 "Hl knows. What'n I do with the cuss, majoPT
 Have a couple of men hold him under guard We seem to be on the right track now; senOrita, where IS this Wolves holeT'
 "Over there, not far; across the mesa. You come. show you. That be better first, senor-just you an some others, so you can tell what to do Maybe eet be better we go afoOt, so we be not seen."
 "On footI You don't mean we are so near the placer
 ''Si, senor; show you" a between the sand ridges out upon the open plain the major, a lieutenant, the sergeant, and three men. She led them along a slight depression, sufh- ciently to partially screen them from observation. The steady fall of snow had ceased, although there were Oc- caslonai furries, driving sharply into their faces. Overhead the clouds hung low and gray. Hays swore under bis breath, half convinced he was be- ing made fool of. Twice he started to speak, but held his tongue. The girl never turned her head, but moved straight forward.
 She came to a slight ridge, and stopped suddenly, pointing.
 "'Tis there, senor," she said simply, ''WOlves' hole."
 The astounded officer stood motion less, his mouth open, his eyes star Ing at the sight so unexpectedly re- yealed. For an instant he could not believe what he saw. Almost under his feet the precipice fell away into that tremendous gorge, the mantle of snow emphasizing It's depth, but bring ing out the black rocks in stern con- trast.
 Good GodI" he exclaimed, what a gulf And not a sign to make you dream of It's existence. I'd have sworn ten feet back this plain was a dead level for thirty miles. But how in heavens name do we ever get down thereT
 ''There Is something going on, sir, up wonder in that canOn," spoke up the lieutenant eagerly. Listen. Those are rifles popping, and can see white puffs of smoke through the glass. There's a fight going on down there"
 "D-d if you sin't right, Boyd; they are certainly popping away rather lively. Cornered Shelby likely, and, as I remember the lad, he'll stay with them as long as he has a cartridge left. By jingoI we've got to get down, and clear this nest out. Where's the trail, senorita3"
 lover wonder to the left senor. You take your glass, so. Now straight along the bank, where that cedar tree tons the edge. It stands all alone. You see what mean"
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