Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1923-07-27
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Copyright by Harper and Brothers
SYNOPSIS
By
Zane Grey
Illustrations by Irwin Myers

SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I--Arriving at the lonely
little railroad station OF El CaJon, New
Mexico. Madeline Hammond, New YORK
the waiting room drunken cowboy en-
eaSns issS her tsnssd sas IL astaaas
priest. who goes through some sort qf
ceremony. 1S,y ana the cowboy forces her e
her identity the cowboy seems dazsd. II
ssTisss safsSs sIsSS seSssy 'Ys lss
eong,. take ss horse - ana srsSs sscsRs
Kingsley. friend q Hss her brother.
learns sl Story ssa s.sss ne eeS asE
ax axumond saS Ms%sI MsdeInss Nebs SrotSss Ss tafes
st,, Stewart var to tack. M.a.dasiine exonefates
CHAPTER HAP 1It.-Alfred. scion Of 2
wealthy family. had been dismissed from
%sasli%e sees sSsSss ssst " Msst t'iS'ssSs
SSzss lssERs a.vs Mss' e. ssashs sons B1ss
stillwell's cowboys, has disappearrsd
friends link II. name name with the girl b.
>. CHAPTER HtA # Y:zaa Y:.Msdsiins gets glimpse
to {he ranch With snose' note on Vass the saaals
asking Madeline to accept the beautiful
animal With her br21thhsr's consent she she
pets pet nieknsrne' sSl S Madeline, Man lndependenaY
esh ena thar 81 Bsn e
Dor.
CHAPTER VII.-Madeline feels she
has found her right place. under the light
Of the western stars.
CHAPTER v1r.-Learning Stewart had
been hurt in brawl at Chiricahua, and
kno%ng her srPthes f0ndnesaa for h
come to the ranch as the boss Of her
cowboys.
CHAPTER Ix.-Jim Nels Nick Steele,
and Monty" Price are Madeline's chief
riders. They have feud with Don Car
los vaqueros. who are really guerrllas,
Madeline pledges Stewart to see that
peace is kept
"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. 81 don't like this a little bit.
Heah's where I've got to 'figger,' as
Bill says"
She pondered a moment, then hur-
ried into the house, to return presently
with the field-glass that Alfred had
used. With this she took a survey of
the valley, particularly in the direc-
tion 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.
"There's mesquite on the ridges. We've
got cover long enough to save us till
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. 1 wish Bill
and AL hadn't left us. Still, come to
think Of that, they couldn't help us
much in case Of a chase. We'd run
right away from them. Besides, they'd
shoot. I 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 is to hit the trail for
home. Come, let's ride. You stick
like Spanish needle to me-"
A heavy growth Of mesquite GOV.
cred the top Of the first ridge, and
the trail went through it. Florence
appeared cautious, deliberate, yet she
lost no time. She was Ominously 81.
lent. Madeline's misgivipgs took def.
mite shape in the fear of vaQueros in
ambush.
Upon the ascent of the third ridge,
which Madeline remembered was the
last uneven ground between the point
she had reached and home, Florence
exercised even more guarded care In
advancing. Before she reached the
top Of this ridge she dismounted,
lOoped her bride round a dead snag,
and, motioning Madeline to wait, she
slipped ahead through the mesquite out
Of sight. Madeline waited, anxiously
listening and watching. All Of sud-
den she saw Majesty's ears were held
up. Then Florence's face, now strange
ly white, showed round the turn Of
the trail.
"S-s-s-sh whispered Florence,
holding up warning finger. She
reached the black horse and petted
him, evidently to still an uneasiness
he manifested. "Were in for t,"sshe
went on. "a whole bunch of vaqueros
hiding among the mesquite over the
ridgel They've not seen or heard us
yet. We'd better risk riding ahead,
cut off the trail, and beat them to the
ranch. Madeline, you're white as
DEATH Don't faint noww
VI shall not faint But you frighten
me. Is there danger? What shall we