The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1923-10-25
CHAPTER xiIi--continued.

ID
The latter came down the siantlng
bank gingerly and made for the near
est water hole, the Cir! slipping
quickly from the saddle and seeking
to quench her thirst farther upstream.
The water, slightly brackish, but still
fairly clear and pure, brought new
life, the animal wandering about In
his fresh environment. nibbling con
tentedly at the scattered tufts of
grass, while Deborah studied her sur
%roundIngs with awakened interest.
Old Tom Meager, In their rides to
gether. had taught her some of the
fundamentals of plalnscraft, how to
observe this thing and that, when
nlone in the wllds. Now she applied
these lessons eagerly. searching for
some evidence Of that trail which she
felt convinced must run up this lonely
valley. Nothing could be better
adapted TO the purpose of these our.
laws than the course of this desolate
stream, a mere thread extending
through leagues Of sand. lying sufi-
GENTLY below the level TO conceal
their movements. and yet furnishing
water for their stock. Surely they
must have left some trail behind.
But If so no trace remained along
the western shore. Convinced OF this,
Deborah, leading her horse. crossed
the narrow stream. stepping from rock
to rock. and clambering up the level
plateau on the other side. Even here
little was visible, and she would have
overlooked even these signs but for
old Toms training. Evidence was
found-the scattered dead ashes of a
fire the mark Of a shod horses hoof,
an open sheath knife, the blade not yet
rusted from exposure, and a half
dozen emptled cartridge shells. Later,
upstream a few rods. She found where
81 dozen horses had been tied to n
picket rope. stamping their hoofs into
the soft sod. But beyond this point
the soil ceased. and, whatever trail
there was vanished on a surface of
hard rock which left no trace. Never.
theless she mounted once more. and
rode on, still with her course to the
south.
How terribly exhausted she was,
reellng In the saddle from faintness.
She ached from head Ia foot. and she
felt strangely dizzy. Twice she dis.
mounted to battle her face In the run.
ming water, but had found II so diff
cult TO climb up into the saddle again
GhR 6u rQ nnf vanfirn a tlIr1 ti,,.a
She could only cling tight to the pom
mel. with eyes closed. and let the
horse pick his own way along the out
law trail. Box canyonl Could this
be Box canyon? She opened her eyes
to look up, the great cliffs towering
so high above she could scarcely gain
glimpse of a ribbon Of blue sky. II
was like twilight where she rode. the
walls purplish blue, nothing clearly
visible a dozen yards ahead. She
shuddered at the dreary loneliness,
the awful silence. II this was Box
there were no soldiers there.
She closed her eyes again, struggling
for control. for courage, c%lCtching at
the pommel TO hold herself upright.
Then the horse stopped as though
gripped by a hand. and a voice said
shortly:
Gee! but It's a woman Say, wake
II D sister, and tell US what yer dom
here"
She stared at him dumbly. a boy In
khaki. his hand grasping her bride
rein. a short rifle in the hollow of his
other arm. his face featuring aston
ishment.
asleep, was yer7 H of a place
ter Sleep"
Are you a soldierf" she asked.
struggling with her dizziness. "a cav.
airymanr'
"Sure-U. S. You're Yank too.
amt yer? That's what bothers me
now If yer was Mex. Id know what
to do"
@what?"
Hustle yer on to the Lieut. he an
the rest Of 'em are back there
.Yes. yes. I know" she exclaimed
excItedIy. "You are here TO intercept
gun-runners across the line. IL have
been hunting for you all night. He
he Is dead-kiled"
"Deadi Who's deadT" -Tl.
captain KeIleen."
She reeled IN the saddle. everything
black before her. The trooper sprans
and caught her as she fell.
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