The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1921-07-28

brother; now he try to keel this man
l tell you 'bout-he an two more
Americanos."
1.-TWO morei This Is becoming In
teresting Sergeant. Let's have the
straight story, senorita. You want W
to help these peoples that lit"
Isl senior; It Is nothing to me what
you do care for them not at all;
they not my people any more. There
are many-Indians lot; they hide
there"
"But, who are these Americanosi
They belong to the gangT
mo, senior. One was a woman,
senior; young, pretty woman; she cap
tured and brought there. Eet was
her husband that try to save her. he
follow an git In some way, like the
Mother Of God help. Hees name vas
Shelby"
"Shelby7" broke In the sergeant, for.
getful Of the officers presence In his
surprise. "What Shelbyf Was his
other name TomT
ISL, senor," and she turned her eyes
on him. "You know this Tom Shell
byT
do II of course I do. You re-
member him, Major Hays. He was
with us once in CO Troop; then later
detailed with the scouts. He's up In
this country, I know. I ran into him
down at Ponca when came through
there. Why, that was his wedding
H. oo1 eou, tho hrtdQ
"You say those renegade devils have
got item both there In the Hole"
broke 70 the major, "prisonersT
"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 II l dof"
II pledge you my word he WILL"
"And you keel Indian Joe Laud,
senor?"
"Well surely do our best"
"Then l show you-yes; who that
man there"
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 bitter
laugh. THAT fellow Dull Knife; bad
Indian, horse thief. Why they give
you heem7"
Ell knows. what'l do with
the cuss, major?"
"Have couple Of men hold him
under guard. We seem to be on the
right track now; senorita, where ID
this Wolves holer
"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 60
afoot, so we be not SEEN"
ION FOOT You don't mean we are
so near the placer"
"Si, senior; show you"
A little handful followed her lead
between the sand ridges out upon the
open plain the major, a lieutenant
| the sergeant, and three men. She led
them along slight depression, sufi-
GENTLY to partially screen them from
observation. The steady fall Of snow
had ceased, although there were ocs
casional fiurries, driving sharply into
their faces. Overhead the clouds hung
| low and gray. Hays swnre under his
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.
EVOLVES hole"
The astounded officer stood motion
less, his mouth open, his eyes star
ing at the sight so unexpectedly re-
vealed. For an instant he could not
believe what he saw. Almost under
his feet the precipice fell away into
that tremendous gorge, the mantle VI
snow emphasizing Its depth, but bring.
Ing out the black rocks In stern con-
| trast.
Good God" he exclaimed, what
a gulf And not sign to make you
dream Of It's existence. I'd have sworn
ten feet back this plain was dead
level for thirty miles. But how In
heavens name do we ever get down
thereT
"There is something going on, sir,
up yonder In that canon" spoke up
the lieutenant eagerly. Listen. Those
are rifles popping, and 1 can see white
puffs of smoke through the glass.
There's fight going on down there"
Did II you amt right. Boyd
they are certainly popping away rather
lively. Cornered Shelby likely, and,
as remember the lad, he'll stay with
them as long as he has a cartridge
left. BY lingo we've got to get down,
and clear this nest out. Where's the