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

"Yes, along the edge of the Bad Lands"
 Sure; better keep in the first gully, CT yer might run inter a sojer out fit. They're. thicker than heas out there now, they tell me. So long, sister,"
 It had begun to snow, big, heavy flakes, drifting with the wind, quickly whitening the landscape. The slight marks of the trail were almost instant ly obliterated, but the low range of hills ahead were a sufficient landmark, and she forced her horse into a swift pace; riding with her head lowered, but with watehful eyes peering through the snow curtain.
 She was alone now; free, with noth- ing intervening between her and Ger lasche. Her heart bounded with the elixir of success-she would bring back the doctor to Macklin. She felt no doubt any more.
 The direct trail circled just within the outer range Of the sand hills, making 1t impossible for her to mis- take the way even in that maze of snow. She rode more carelessly now that she was safely out of sight, and free from any possibility of pursuit. The horse, with lowered head, seemed to feel the urgency, and plunged for ward eagerly. Suddenly as they swept around a sharp corner, seeing and hearing nothing to warn of any other presence in that solitude, they came at full tilt against a halted column of cavalry. Before Pancha could even jerk up her relns, a startled trooper had gripped the bit, and held her mount helplessly paving the air.
 'WeIl, what's this7" he growled. tugging at the frightened animal and dragged half of his feet in the fierce struggle. "A MexI Say, fellows, this looks like Arizona. Lay hold here, Mapes! Call the sergeant, somebody; !; I've got this bird whoa thereI now, what's all this about, young ladyr
 "What Is 1t Summers7" the ser geant, pushing through the ring of men, peered curiously up at her from under the brim of a battered campaign hat.
 "She just come atearing In, ser geant, like she was goin' somewhere. She was sure ridIn' like h-l, an she Is Mex, all right
 "So see. We'll, senorita, what are you doing out hereF'
 His face was kindly, If stern
 "Senor, I ride for a doctor" she said earnestly. Please do not stop me-a man is dying"
 "A man? Where? Is he a Mexi- can7"
 "No, senor, an Americana; he was shot; he verra bad; If I find no doc tor, he die maybe"
 'fBut where were you goingr
 .'TO Gerlasche, senor, there Is army doctor there"
 'Not now there ain't; he's back here with us somewhere. Where Is this fellow who's hurt2"
 She hesitated just an instant, yet there was no avoiding the truth. If the doctor was here among these sol- diers. she would have to tell the truth or else desert Macklin to his fate. Be sides, what did she care1 Her hatred of Laud suddenly f1ared into new life. Here was the opportunity for revenge, as we'll as service.
 "In Wolves hole. senor."
 evolves hole! Good Godi did you come from there? Pass the word for the major, some one. Whats that9 Oh, excuse me. sir" and he came stiffly to attention, facing the heavy set, middle-aged officer, with iron-gray mustache and goatee.
 "Wbat have you here. sergeantY the latter asked briefly, Mexican wom- an?"
 'Yes, sir; she just ran into us at full tilt. She claims to be after doctor to attend to a wounded Amer. ican over in Wolves hole"
 'Is that sO2 Perhaps this Is good luck. Who is this American, senorita some d-n white renegadeT'
 ''He man love. senor."
 'Oh, that's it. Then perhaps we can do business. We've got a surgeon here with us. If you will show us way to get into Wolves hole, I'll promise he'll take care of your man, all right"
 ''You ask me to guide youY'
 That's the bargain. We have been trying to locate the place for two days. Who Is the leader of those OutlaWs?"
 Indian Joe Laud, senor."
 "Tve heard of the brute. Judging from the way you looked then, he Is