Cavalier County farmers press. (Langdon, N.D.) 1920-1921, 1921-03-03

one?"
over at Gerlasche. There is ar
army surgeon there"
"Sure, but I'm bettin' the cuss won't
come, less he brings the whole army
long with him. He'd have ter mosey
in we're blindfold if he did"
"Just the same he'll come, if l find
heem," she said grimly, "for I'll bring
heem, dead or alive. Who's out there
on the trail"
"sRed' Haines, an Stumpy, long
with a couple Of Sioux. The boys are
a bit jumpy just now with all them
sojers scoutin' the Bad Lands. Maybe
they'll try ter stop yer, bat yer tell
'em I said it was all right. Say, what
was goin' on last night-shootin, ter
beat HI up the canyon, an there
was quite q fire, too?"
"Row over the girl Macklin brought
in" she explained calmly, "an' the
old cabin got burned"
"Some more O. Injun Joe's cussed-
ness, 1 reckon?"
eyes, he was in it; we'll, Adios Sam"
She rode forward, never even ven
turing to glance back. Thus far ev-
erything had gone easier than she
could have hoped. There were no Or
ders out against her, and these night
guards were not eve aware of what
had taken place. She guided her
horse under the veil of falling water,
and up the steep bank beyond, out
into the valley Of the Cottonwood.
There was little danger of meeting
anyone now, she needed to avoid, and
once beyond those watchers at the
head of the trail, the way would be
open. She anne upon these just be-
low the crest, grouped for shelter
under the ledge of an ~outcropping
rock: Haines had been drinking and
was in a good humor, listening TO her
story with a broad grin, and dismiss
ing her willingly enough.
ITO HI, O. course yer kin CO." he
said thickly. Yer brother pulled me
out O. the Sowskin onct. He's a d-n
good scout Of a Mex. Go to it, girl !;
you know the trail?
"Yes, along the edge of the Bad
Lands"
"Sure; better keep in the first gully,
er yer might run inter a sojer out.
fit. They're thicker than f1eas out
there now, they tell me. So long
sister"
1t had begun to snow, big, heavy
flakes, drifting with the wind, quickly
whitening the landscape. The slight
marks of the trail were almost instant
~ obliterated. but the low range of
hills ahead We're Il sufficient landmark,
and she forced her horse into a swift
pace; riding with her head lowered,
but with wntchful eyes peerins
through the snow curtain.
She was alone now; free. with moth
ing intervening between her and Ger,
laSche. Her heart bounded with the
elixir of SlcceSS-She would bring
no doubt any more.
The direct trail circled just Within
the outer range of the sane hills
making it impossible for her to mis-
take the way even in that maze OF
now She rode more carelessly now
that she was safely out of sight. anC
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
or01nl q chow, oorrnr cooirr orC
hearing nothing to warn of any other
presence in that solitude, they came
at full tilt against a halted column
of cavalry. Before Pamela could
e jerk up her reins, a startled
trooper had gripped the bit, and held
her mount helplessly paving the air,
"Well, what's this?' he growled,
Juggling at the frightened animal. and
dragged half off his feet in the fierce
struggle. "A Mex! Say, fellows, this
looks like Arizona. Lay hold here
Mapes! Call the sergeant, somebody
I've got this bird! whoa there! now
what's all this about, young ladyY
What is it Summers?" the ser
geant, pushing through the ring O
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 hi, an
she is Mex. all right
see Well %Seporjta what arf
you doing Out here?"
His face was kindly. if stern.
"Senor. l ride for a doctor" shs
said earnestly. please do not stol
me.-a man is dying"
a man? Where? Is he a Mexi
canY
Concluded Next Week.