Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-10

but the plaything of thoughts diverse and way
ward.
Jim gone. And Camden, at any moment.
His face grew hot. An impulse carried him
a dozen steps, 81 ought to go up. Ought to
take the gun and go up" But there shrewd
sanity put ON the brakes. where's the use?
Couldn't find him in this dark. Besides,
oughtn' to leave Blossom here alon'.'
With that he went around toward the
kitchen, thinking to go In. But the sight OF
the lantern, left burning out near the Sheds
sent his ideas of on another course. At any
rate, it would give his muscles and nerves
something to work on Taking the lantern
and entering the paddock, he fell to patching
the gap into the pasture, using broken boards
from the wreck. AS he worked his eyes CHANGED
to fall on footprints in the dung-mixed earth
Camden's footprints leading away beyond the
little ring of light And beside them, taking
on from the landing place of that prodigious
leap he discerned the trail of the stallion. After
a moment he got down on his knees where the
earth softest, holding the lantern so that its
light fell full.
He gave over his fence building Returning
to the house his gait was no longer that Of the
roamer; his face, caught by the periodic flare
of the swinging lantern, was the face Of an
other man. In its expression there was kind
of fright and kind of calculating eagerness.
He looked at the clock on the kitchen shelf,
shook 1t, and read 1t again. He went to the
telephone and fumbled at the receiver. He
waited till his hand quit shaking, then re-
moved it from the hook.
s'Listen, Dared" he said. when he had got
the farmer at last, "get White and whatever
others you can and come over first thing it's
light. Come a-riding and bring your guns.
No. Cam amt back"
He heard Blossom calling Outside her door
he passed one hand down over his face as he
might have passed wash-rag to wipe of
what was there. Then he went in.
whats the matter with BlOSSie2 Cant
sleep?"
He sat down beside the bed
"Oh, frankie, Frankie, hold my hand!"
Pretty Blossom Beck Here, for wonder he
sat in her bedroom and held her hand One
brother was dead and the other was on the
mountain.
But little by little, as he sat and dreamed So
nightmare crept over his brain. He had to
arouse and shake himself. He had to set his
thoughts resolutely in other roads. Per-
haps there would be even the smithy The
smithy, the store, the farm. Complete. The
farm, the farmhouse the room in the farm
house.
FAR from rounding up their quarry in the
early hours after dawn, it took riders, five
Of them, till almost noon simply to make GER
tain that he wasn't to be found-not in any
of the pastures Then, when they discovered
the hole in the fence far UP In the woods
beyond the crest, where Blue Murder had led
the mares in a break for the open country Of
hills and ravines to the south, they were only
at the beginning.
Frank did the trailing Hopeless of getting
anywhere before shutdown In that unkempt
wilderness of hundred square miles Of scrub,
his companions slouched in their saddles and
rode more and more mechanically, knee to knee,
and 1t was he who made the casts to recover
the lost trail and, dismounting to read the dust,
cried back, Hes still with EN-" and with
gestures Of imperious excitement beckoned
them on.
Cam or the horse?" Ns#s
Frank wheeled his beast and spurfed back II