The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1921-01-07
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is over on the upper trail-Llttle Boul-
der, they call It."
"Ppospector" asked Jim.
Nate nodded. Found the real
thing" he muttered. "Some say that
it's the only real find hereabouts.
Most of those fellows" he nodded to-
ward the noisy group on the We
randa, "are cattle men-they don't
bother with gold minIng-too uncer-
tain. Always excepting Pedro-see
that greaser sneaking onto his horse
thinks no one sees him-always fol-
lows Hazel until she finds him and
sends him back like the coyote he
Isl"
Jim Thornton had not confided In
Nate Miller that he had a letter OF
Introduction to Henry Deane and that
he was depending upon Hazel's father
to help him out In his search for a
cache Of gold dust hidden by Grand
father Thornton In the days Of 40.
He was mounting the sleeper
places now, the air was cooler and
there was the smell Of pine and the
hot smell Of wild thyme. He pulled up
to look down at the country sketched
below-when he heard the sound of
voices above him-a mans whining
tone and the treble Of girls voice.
Hazel Deane and the half-breed!
Jim urged his horse forward and
I'm five minutes they burst upon
strange scene. Among the trees at
one side of the trail was Hazel Deane,
mounted on her tall horse, and
backed against huge boulder that
jutted from the hill. She was gazing
with blazing eyes and white face at
Pedro, who, crouched behind his lit
tie sorrel, was covering her with
gun.
you tell me, sonora, let you go
just word where gold is"
"I'll tell you nothing!" cried the
girl.
II keel yore horse-prontow The
threat ended In loud howl Of pain
as a bullet knocked the weapon out
of his, hand and grazed his knuckles
In passing.
"You get out Of here-prontov y
commanded Jim. riding into the open
ing. The half-breed mounted his
sleepy onorse and the two skulked out
IF sight and out of this story.
Are you all right?" asked Jim, re.
moving his hat.
She smiled and nodded. Thanks
| 20 you. Pedro was drunk. He might
have harmed me with that gun.
probably owe my safety to you. My
father, Henry Deane, will thank you
for me-"
II am on my way to Little Boul-
der" explained Jim. II have let
ter Of Introduction from Major
Blake"
"Then you are Mr.. Thornton-the
major wrote to dad. We have been
on the lookout for you" Hazel led
the way up the mountain trail, turn
Ing to the right at a small rock, then
turning again into a narrower trail
that finally led to a green canyon.
gay with flower gardens, where a wa
terfall rippled down a rocky incline
and formed tiny lake. An elderly
man sat on the veranda of white
bungalow, and he jumped up when
he saw them coming.
Half an hour later they were eat
ing dinner prepared by capable Chi
neseC cook. Thornton found the
Deanes congenial trio from the Mid
die West, and people after his own
heart. Mr.. Deane said that he could
not expect much better luck than he
had had, and that they were thinking
Of going back to Ohio before very
long.
here-live our hermit life indefinitely"
he ended with a smile at his daugh-
ter; my wife has converted her
with promises Of a winter In New
| York"
Hazel flushed to the roots Of her
| glorious hair. do tell rs about your
map, Mr.. Thornton--I am sure know
| the very spot"
Tell her. Thornton; II any one can
| find II she CAM call her witch Ha-
eel because she seems to be able to
fnd water and gold a. we'll"
A week afterward Jim Thornton
and Hazel stood beside an overturned
boulder; below was q stoneIined hole
in the ground filled with tin boxes--
the golden hoard Of 0randfAtheE
Thornton.
"You are . wftch5 Hazel" muir.
INJURED Thornton. ,"You have b.
witched me--if you could sse into ny
heart" HE eyes told the rest.
II am sure I would dlscover--xold
therew whispered Witch Hazel Wild
~ adoring look.