Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-09-09
CHAPTER rHiRTY-EIGHT
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MOVING DOWN the winding
dry stream bed was comparatively
easy, and Lorena felt that it was
safe because shrubbcry there
screened her from view. Blu: In a
very short time Shots tracks led
her to the spot where his merged
with the cow tracks. Here, she
knew, the stolen animals had left
the water course, and here doubt
less Shot himself had turned off
last night. She turned off to follow
them.
Immediately she was climbing
again, finding the walking much
harder. Her limbs were sore from
yesterdays hike, despite the fact
that she was in good condition.
Muscles in her calves seemed
,knotted today. But she ignored
these minor pains. She moved now
in starts and stops. First she would
bend low to keep near the buck
brush and weed growths, and final
ly halt to rest briefly behind rock
while she surveyed the country.
She had Jerry Dale's field glasses,
and they came in good use now.
With them she could study the
landscape minutely, and the fact
that she saw no sign of life was
encouraging.
She did not know how long she
walked, nor how far, but she was
fatigued and breathing rather fast
from the exertion when she was
halted abruptly by the distant bel
lowing of cattle. "BaW-W-W-W-W,
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES" It was a
faint chorus, but unmistakable; a
sound that had become common to
her ears. She stopped low and
moved by cautious degrees now,
cutting directly off the cattle trail
at right angle. Her heart was
throbbing fast; she felt that she
was about to find something signi-
ficant, and she realized that she
herself must not be seen.
Nor was her surmise wrong.
When, she had alternately hidden
and studied the landscape and crept
along some more, moving almost
half mile in this manner, she saw
a rocky ledge hundred yards or
so above her. From her position it
appeared to be a cliff top, a nat
ural rim similar to that which
loomed behind the Brazee ranch
home. What first attracted her to
it was an eagle. The great bird of
prey came into her fieldglass vision
and flew straight toward the cliff.
Near there, too, she saw huge
jackrabbit jumping along rather
slowly, as if unafraid.
If an eagle alights there, and a
jackrabbit plays" Lorena tolG her
self. 1T means that no human be-
ing is near. could 20 up there
safely. if I'm not seen on the wav
up"
She took care not to be seen. It
was tedious, and she had to walk
IN a half squat, half crawl most of
the time, but she labored, painting
to the rim itself, and could barely
wait to crawl to its edge and peer
down.
Glor-ree" she breathed.
AHeie oelOW ner, spread out for
more than a mile, was a scene of
miniature life and activity. Rows
or toy browne vents were visible
Smoke came from a fire at one
side. A remuda of horses erazed TO
iher left at the base of a cliff not
unlike her own, and cattle were
grazing on the opposite side of the
valley there. Several hcrsemen
were visible and she could count 30
or 40 people on foot.
Thes things she could see in
ant-like proportions witn her bare
eyes. With che powerful field
glasses she brought them startling
ly close.
"S-Shot!" she n1urmured it trern-
ulously, staring hard.
There by the fire she had seen
him. With the glasses it was easy