The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-10-18
CHAPTER TX. Held Cantjyn

At dawn Calder halted and viewed the landscape, his gray eyes travelling from point to point with careful atten- tion. His observations over, he sh ot a convert glance at Cecela, who mute and heavy eyed. sat listlessly watch ing him.
 Where are we?' she asked.
 Calder kept his eyes fixed on the trembling, waking east. T don't know" he answered slowly.
 Cece1ia gave a mirthless laugh.
 "Go on,'' she said, a sharp accent in her voice. we must try to get somewhere.''
 Calder wheeled about and rode away to the left and. with a dull pas siveness, Ceceha followed.
 Are you hungry?'' Calder asked after a time
 ''No," Cece1ia replied coId1y.
 Calder motioned ahead toward the pearly clouds floating daintily over a ragged ascent; against them rose a thin, purple spiral of smoke.
 We are near a house, he said.
 It was a small adobe but squat un- tidily in an uneven plot or garden.
 Calder dismounted and went to the door A little swarthy man with fer ret eyes and a stupid face appeared in the doorway. He peered at Calder and the girl. ttSi, senor," she heard him say in reply to a question from Calder. She rode nearer. unable to restrain her impatience.
 A colloquy followed that Cece1ia. could not understand. A bargain of some sort was reached. The Mex ican stepped back waving his hand politely for the two to enter.
 i've arranged with him." Calder said briefly
 He helped Cecelia dismount and followed her into the cabin.
 Cecelia sank down on a rough bench. Send him along" she said despondently: the quicker, the bet ter. He ought to be back by night with Henderson or my brother. I'm
 After the Mexican had ridden away Calder turned to the room and began inspecting it's contents
 Rather poor place." he com mented- "Tnl sorry I can't give you something better.'
 He went about Investigating the contents of the room. The breakfast he prepared was not a tempting one, but Cecelia ate from a sense of duty. By noon she was so overcome with exhaustion that she lay down and slept. It was late in the afternoon when she woke. and her first coherent drought was of the return of the Mexican.
 At dusk the Mexican came riding up the sIope-alone
 Cecelia, who stood in the doorway watching. gave a gasp of disnay.
 Hes a1one!" she called back.
 Calder watched the approach of the. Mexican without comment.
 There was a great bur1ap bag of stuff on the pomme1 which the Mex lcan pulled cheerfully to the ground.
 The Mexican carried the bag, still cheerfully, into the cabin. and. grim ming widely, extracted some change from a leather pouch he carried in his belt Calder motioned back Mex 1can and money Whereupon the man grinned yet more widely and bowed elab orateIy.
 Calder busted himself taking out the packages from the burlap bag.
 A half revelation flashed across Cecelia's mind. She caught Calder by the arm and forced him to desist from his occupation.
 Why didn't Henderson come?" she asked hotly
 Calder Strengthened himself to his fun height and looked her sul1enly in the face.
 Because I did not send for him." he answered deliberately.
 Cecelia controlled her disrnay and pointed to the heap of parcels on the floor. And those?'' she asked un- 
 Provisions Calder replied
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