The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1924-04-24
CHAPTER XlIi-Continued.

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them. They had short, lyrate horns
white faces, and rufous bodies. And
then he understood what the herd sig.
nifed.
The herd was not sheep, but ante
Iope-springbuck. 1t was, in fact,
one of the periodical ~migrations of
these animals, of which Winton had
heard. After a Drought, when the
rain falls, they travel from the inte-
rior in countless numbers in search of
water, turning aside for nothing, pass
ing ever through populous cities.
Herds of half a million have been en-
countered.
And what had looked like an orderly
progression, seen at a great distance,
was a succ Lion Of the gigantic leaps
that have given the animal it's name.
The springbuck were streaming into
the valley, jumping to a height of ten
or a dozen feet, and jostling against
the riders horses, as if devoid of fear.
Winton galloped through the adj
M guard in pursuit of Davis, who
was far in advance of him and ear
ing the village. He emerged out of
the pass suddenly, almost into the
middle space among the beehive huts.
The village appeared deserted, ex-
cept for an old man and an aged
woman who had crouched over the
embers of a dying fire. The woman
was the old queen of the tribe; the
man was Seaton. He rose and faced
Davis.
Winton saw the judges hand tight
en- upon his revolver. But suddenly
the weapon was lowered. The judge
was looking into the old woman's face;
his own seemed to become rigid as a
plaster cast, and he noticed Seaton no
longer.
$50 it is you, Amy?" he said. 81
have found you at last?"
YES, it is IT, answered the
in a strange cultural voice, speaking
as if the words were difficult to pro
nounce.
Il have come to take you home,
my dear; you and the child"
Homer mumbled the old woman.
Home" the judge repeated impa-
tiently, passing his hand across his
forehead.
"How long ago it seems since you
went awayl You must have been i'll,
/ think. Or perhaps it is l. Bring
u baby; 1 want to see her. What
did we call her? l have forgotten"
81 forget what we called her." an
swered the old woman; but she is
called Sheila now"
"a pretty name" answered the
judge.
AS he spoke, Sheila came out of n
of the huts. She fixed her eyes ON
Winton in inquiry; he could see that
Seaton had told her the truth. Then
she looked at Davis. She stepped
him.
II am here" she said in a low
voice.
Judge Davis did not appear to no
tiee her.
II wish she would GOMEZ he said.
"She must be a big girl by now.
Where is she, Amy?"
81 don't know muttered the wom-
an, passing her hand across Eer fore
head.
And Winton knew that the past
twenty years had been completely
Obliterated from Judge Davis mem
DRY. He had no notion that it was
his own daughter who stood before
him If the old woman had kept her
wits, they were gone now, perhaps
through the shock of the meeting.
And a strange metamorphosis had
come over her. The withered old
assumed the attitude of one
Of thirty years. There was a vivacity
in her gestures.
tTll go home with you now, my
she said, advancing and laying
her hand upon the horses neck. 81
have been waiting such a long time
FOR you. Did you have a hard journey
here, my dear?"
mot very hard" answered the
Judge. "Tll carry the child, and YOU
shall ride my horse. Where is she?
Wait a moment, though, Amy; there
vas something else I had to do"
Seaton, recognizing the situation,
lad stolen quietly away toward a
'ldge of rocks behind the village.
Watching him, Winton saw him I'M
ether and saddle a horse that was graz
ng there. He was not greatly interested ;
n this maneuver. The man -ylthout
people seemed to have become an !
once nor /
There was only one passage from
huts, which stood on a small ele- I
half way up the hill, into the F,
alley. Seaton climbed into the saddle s
nd started down this track. The t
movement arrested the judges atten-
ion. '
Instantly he remembered. His old
ace flushed. He spurred his horse
set off in pursuit, ~leveling his
eyoly er. '
S~eaton's horse stumbled, but the q
ider pulled him t o his feet and dashed t
own the winding trail. Winton was {