New Britain herald., 1924-12-26
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CHAPTER VII Out of Sight


 her horse break out of the shrub bery and. running to the place. he was in time to zee the bay gelding. glistsn!ng in the moonshlne, dart ing away at full speed. Even with an equal start he knew that he could not keep In torch with that fugitive. And through a strange country by night 1t was impossible 10 trace her.
 Yet he was 50 excited that for a time reason had nothing to do with his actions. He ran short distance on foot before he realized his folly. Then. standing for another mo- ment. he watched the horse fade into the moon-haze and knew that he had lost her indeed.
 The sound Of her voice and Que viva la rumba" was all that he had by which to trail her. It would have been better to have had nothing at all.
 But he found that impulse was breaking through reason again and again. He had heard only her voice, but it was a voice to dream of --- low, sweet-toned. gentle - and all the freshness of girlhood was in 1t. She must be beautiful, he told him self with such 6 voice as that.
 He was beginning to feel that an ugly fate had hold of him in this country.
 Haines had told him that Joe Macarthur was the name of the man he had Knocked out. and Joe Macarthur woulG thunder south along the trail which a dozen peo- pie could point out 10 hlr. Let him go! Harry Gloster would start later and by a different route. For he had no desire to meet man who was d professional in the use Of gun.
 He himself could occasionally hit a target fl it were large enough and he had time enough to aim with care. but this magic Of swift drawing and murderous straight shooting combined was quite be- yond him. Fighting for its own sake he loved with a passionate devo- ton,
 But to face a gunman would be suicide. So he had fingered in the town until the dark, and then he started forth leisurely on a trail that ran south and west So it was that he came to the lighted school-' house, Twice he rode by it, and twice he turned and came back 10 listen to the gusts of young voices and 70 the bursts of the music. All common sense told him to be off and away, But 1t was year since he had danced, and Harry Gloster vas young,
 So he went inside the school, but once inside he regretted his step more than ever Something had died n him, so 1t seemed, during that last year. The music was fiat; not a smile which his great size and his handsome face won for him penetrated his armor of indilfer. ence, and, after he had spent i5 minutes in the hall he got up and left. He was on his way 10 his horse when he heard
 "0ue viva Ia runba,
 Que viva, que viva placer" ring sweet and thin from the ! thicket.
 And now he was coming back to- ward his horse with the solemn realization that there would be no shelter for him below the Rio Grande. For, sooner or later. he must come back to find the trail of this nameless girl, and, when he returned, he would be placing his head in the lions mouth of the law.
 He paused again on his way to the horse. The music had differ ent meaning now. His pulse was quick. His blood vas hot,
 ID the steps he went, and into the hurly-burly of a dance which vas just beginning, He vas too late to get a partner. AS usual, there were three men for every two girls st this western dance. Every elrl was swept up in half a minute after dance began, and still there 7-pre men along the walls and 1 rnoking on the steps.
 Harry Gloster went to the orches- Ira. Into the hand of the Vlolinist Harry Gloster slipped a five dollar bill
 Switch back to Que viva Ia rumba' vhen you get a chance, '" he said, and walked hurriedly away :cr If he had, stayed the cid must can would doubtless have had rride enough to refuse the money Ii vas a tag dance which he vas watching, q queer institution in- stalled particularly for merrymak- lnEs in which there vas shortage If girls Once the dance was un- der way the men from the sides worked onto the floor and touched the arms of those who were danc- ing with the girls Of their choice. And 90 there vas, pertorce, q C0dGEG C- EHEJ!l't9t 9t anu A4dHF a psrl tounI herself whirling a"ay in tne arms Of a man she had never trQwn betore.
 Harry Closer, from the side,
 9tche1 the tumble 0: int;rweav-
 forms - saw the vain effort of
 uclng couples 10 elude the ap- roach Of the tageers heard the rear of laughter which almost
 owncd the strain of the waltz.
 1ere was q brief pause in the .1sic. then the orchestra struck 10 the peasant rhythm of Que .,a la rumba and the dance, ,nich had hardly paused, started gln more wildly than ever.
 GIoster searching the faces, felt that they had been transformed. That old touch of magic which he had felt in hls hoyhood. nov had returned. One dance, then away for