Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1923-09-05

holler tibet neads near the tran q few
miles down. Nels Was saying, as he
frightened his saddle-girth. "Thet hol-
Ter heads into big canyon. Once in
tibet, it'll be every man fer kisself. /
reckon there won't be anythin' wuss
than rough ride"
Nels smiled reassuangly at Made
line, but he did not speak to her.
Monty took her canteen and filed 1t
at the spring and hung it over the
pommel of her saddle. He put couple
Of biscuits in the saddle-bag.
Don't ferglt to take q drink an q
bite as you're ridln' along" he said
AN don't worry. Miss Majesty. Stew
art II be with you, an me an Nels
hangin' on the back TRAIL
His somber and sullen face did not
change in its strange intensity, but
the look in his eyes Madeline felt she
would never forget. Left alone with
these three men, now stripped Of all
pretense, she realized how fortune had
favored her and what peril still hung
in the balance. Stewart swung astride
his big black, spurred him, and whis-
tied. At the whistle Majesty jumped,
and with swift canter followed Stew
art. Madeline looked back to see Nels
already up and Monty handing him
rifle. Then the pines hid her view.
Once in the trail, Stewards horse
broke into a gallop. Majesty changed
his gait and kept at,the blacks heels.
Stewart called back a warning. The
low, wide-spreading branches of trees
might brush Madeline out of the sad
die. Fast riding through the forest
along crooked, INSTRUCTED trail called
forth all her alertness.
Before long Stewart wheeled at right
angles off the trail and entered a hol-
low between two low bluffs. Madeline
saw tracks in the open patches of
ground. Here Stewards horse took to
brisk walk.
At last Madeline was brought to q
dead halt by Stewart and his horse
blocking the trail. Looking up, she
saw they were at the head Of a can
yon that yawned beneath and widened
its gray-walled, green-patched slopes
down to black forest of FIR. Retract-
ing her gaze, Madeline saw pack
horses cross an open space a mile be-
low, and she thought she saw the stag
hounds. Stewards dark eyes searched
the slopes high up along the craggy
escarpments. Then he put the black
to the descent.
He led off to the right, zigzagging
an intricate course through the rough
est ground Madeline had ever ridden
over. He crashed through cedars,
threaded torluous way among
boulders, made his horse slide down
slanting banks of soft earth, picked a
slow and cautious progress across
weathered slopes of loose rock. Made
line followed, finding in this ride
tax on strength and judgment It was
dust and heat, parching throat, that
caused her to think of time; and she
was amazed to see the sun sloping to
the west. Stewart never stopped; he
never looked back; he never spoke.
After mile or so of easy travel
the ground again began to fall de-
cidedly, sloping in numerous ridges,
with draws between Soon night
Swallowed the deeper gullies. Madeline
was refreshed by the cooling of the air.
Stewart travelled slowly now. The
barks Of coyotes seemed to startle him.
Often he stopped to listen. And during
one Of those intervals the silence was
broken by sharp rifle shots. Madeline
could not tell whether they were near
or far, to right or left, behind or be-
fore. Evidently Stewart was both
alarmed and baff1ed. He dismounted.
He went cautiously forward to listen.
Madeline fancied she heard cry, low
and far away. It was only that Of a
coyote, she convinced herself, yet it
was so wailing, so human, that she
shuddered. Stewart came back. He
slipped the bride Of both horses, and
he led them. Every few PAGES he
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