Washington telegraph., 1921-03-18

Isl. senor," and she turned her eyes
on him. "You know this Tom Shell
by?"
"Do II of course 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, l know. l ran into him
down at Ponca when l came through
there. Why, that was his wedding
day. and | saw the bride"
you say those renegade devils have
eIt .hAm both there in the HoleT
broke in the major, 'prisoners?"
"They got away now; they hide In
a cave" she explained.
"And you will show us the way inT
"SenOr, the doctor he will care for
this man - u"
81 pledge you my word he will"
"And you keel Indian Joe Laud,
senor?"
"Wen surely do our best"
"Then I show you-yes who that
man there2"
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 heem2"
HI knows. Whatll / do with
the cuss, major"
Have a couple of men hold him
under guard. We seem to be on the
right track now; senorita, where is
this Wolves hole?"
"Over there, not far; across the
mesa. You come, I show you. That
be better first, senor-just you an
some others, so you can tell what
to do. Maybe eet be better we 20
afoot, so we be not seen"
"On foot! You don't mean we are
so rear the place"
"Si senior; show you"
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 a slight depression, sufli-
ciently to partially screen them from
observation. The steady fall Of snow
had ceased, although there We're oc-
casional flurries, driving sharply into
their faces. Overhead the clouds hung
low and gray. Hays swOre under his
breath, half convinced he was be-
ing made a fool Of. Twice he started
to speak, but held his tongue. The
d 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 notion
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 Of
snow emphasizing its depth, but bring
ing out the black rocks in stern con-
trast
Good Cod" he exclaimed. what
a gulf And not sign to make you
dream of its existence. I'd have sworn
ten feet back this plain was dead
level for thirty miles. But BOW in
heavens name do we ever get down
thereY'
There is something going on, sir,
up yonder in that canon" spoke up
the lieutenant eagerly. Listen. Those
are rifles popping, and | can see white
puds Of smoke through the glass.
There's fight going on down there"
"D-d if you amt r'g.lt, Boyd;
they are certainly popping away p'her
lively. Cornered Shelby likely and,
as l remember the lad, he'll stay with
them as long as he has cartridge
left. BY jingo! we've got to get down,
and clear this nest out Where's the
trail. senoritaF
lover yonder to the left, senor You
take your glass, so. Now straight
! along the bank, where that cedar tree
tops the edge. It stands all alone.
You see what / meanf'
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