The Arvada enterprise. (Arvada, Colo.) 1908-1970, 1923-07-19

early as the Others who were up and
had breakfast ready when she went
into the dining room. Stillwell was
not In an amiable frame Of mind. The
burrows Of worry lined his broad brow
and he continually glanced at his
watch. and growled because the cow
boys were 30 late In riding over with
the news. He gulped his breakfast.
and while Madeline and the others ate
theirs he tramped up and down the
porch. Madeline noted that Alfred
grew nervous and restless. Presently
he left the table to Join Stillwell out.
side.
They'll slope of to Don Carlos
rancho and leave us to ride home
alone" observed Florence.
DO you mind?' questioned Made
line.
mo. I don't exactly mind: we've got
the fastest horses In this country but
I've no hankering for situation Gene
Stewart thinks"
Florence began dlsconnectedly, and
she ended evasively. Madeline did not
press the point, although she had some
sense Of misgiving. Stlllwell tramped
In, shaking the floor with his huge
boots; Alfred followed him, carrying q
tield-glass.
Not boss in sight" complained
Stillwell. "Somethin' wrong over Don
Carlos way. Miss Majesty. It'll he Jest
as well fer you an Flo to hit the home
| tFlH No
that the boys know you're COMM
Alfred. standing In the door. swept
the gray valley with his feld-glnss.
! bill. l see running stock-horses or
cattle; l can't make out which. I
guess we'd better rustic over there"
Both men hurried out, ana while the
horses were being brought up and snd-
died Madeline and Florence put away
the breakfast dishes, then speedily
dOnned spurs, sOmbreros and gaunt-
lets.
Here are the horses ready" called
Alfred. "Flo. that black Mexican horse
Is prince"
The girls went out In time to hear
Stillwell's goodby as he mounted and
spurred away. Alfred went through
the motions Of assisting Madeline and
Florence to mount, which assistance
they always flouted, and then he. too,
swung up astride.
II guess It's all right" he said.
rather obviously. "You really must
not 60 over toward Don Carlos. It's
only few miles home"
"Sure it's all right. We can ride,
can't VET" retorted Florence. II de-
clare he and Al were sure ratified"
Florence dismounted and went into
tho house. She left the door open.
Madeline had some difficulty In hold.
ing Majesty. It struck Madeline that
Florence stayed rather long indoors.
Presently she came out with sober face
and rather tight lips.
II couldn't get anybody on the
phone. No answer. tried q dozen
times"
"why, Florence!" Madeline was
more concerned by the girls looks than
by the Information she impaired.
The wires been cut" said Flor.
ence. Her gray glance swept swiftly
after Alfred. who was now far out Of
earshot II don't like this q little bit.
Heah's where I've got to 'flgger.' a.
Bill says"
She pondered q moment. then hur-
ried into the house. to return presently
with the held-glass that Alfred had
used. With this she took survey OF
the valley. particularly In the dlrec.
ton Of Madeline's ranch-house. This
was hidden by low, rolling ridges
which were quite close by.
Anyway. nobody In that direction
can see US leave heah." she mused
"Theres mesquite on the ridges. We've
got cover long enough to save VI TIL
we can see what's ahead"
"Florence, what-what do you ex.
pect?" asked Madeline. nervously.
II don't know. There's never any
telling about Greasers. wish BIZ
and Al hadn't left us. SUN, come to
think Of that. they couldn't help US
much In case Of n chase. We'd run
right away from them. Besides. they'd
shoot. guess I'm as well satisfied
that we've got the Job Of getting home
on our own hands. We don't dare
follow Al toward Don Carlos ranch
We know there's trouble over there.
So all that's left ~ TO hit the trail for
home. Come. let's ride. You stick
like II Spanish needle TO me-"
A heavy growth Of mesquite coy.
cred the top Of the first ridge, and
the trail went through II. Florence
appeared cautious. deliberate. yet She
lost no time. She was onInously 81.
lent. Madcline's misglvings took def.
mite shnpe In the fear Of vnlueros In
ambush.
Upon the ascent Of the third ridge,
which Madeline remembered WAS the
last uneven ground between the point
she Ind rcnchcd md home. Florenc.
| eYcrcIepl even more guarded cnre In