The Wilmington morning star., 1940-02-13
Silver Escapes

The five outlaws got on their horses and fol-
lowed in the direction the other horseman had
taken. They did not travel so fast, however, for
it would take a lot of riding to get to the border,
and it was no use to wear themselves out use
lessly:
Grumbel?"
"About two, maybe three days." replied he.
The figure that had swept past them was no
where in sight. They would have been more I'M
easy than they were, had they known he was no
other than the one who had dropped their leader
back in the bar-roon. And furthermore, that this
swift rider was not unaware of their presence
on the prairie that night, but was riding like the
wind, hoping to circumvent their escape over the
border, by laying a trap for them to walk into,
instead of their getting their expected freedom.
And THE LONE RANGER rode swiftly on
into the night.
Miles separated the outlaws and the Lone
Ranger from each other. Still the lone horse and
rider pressed forward. AS the Ranger thought
fully reviewed the bar-room scene, he spoke to
his horse. "Come on, Nellie, old girl; I've a
bunch were going to have a surprise party some
where, and I don't want it just here. So hurry.
KING OF THE PRAIRIE
Hours later, Nellie's gallop became a trot,
then a walk. She wa too tired to travel further.
The Ranger quickly realized the willing horse
was worn out, and, patting her neck, pulled rein.
All right, old girl; you've done a good days
work. Well rest here" Getting off his horse,
he removed the saddle and, with a final pat to his
horse, lay down to sleep.
Far out over the cactus-covered prairie Sill
vers eyes wandered. A speck of dust was ap-
preaching from the south-of this he made a
mental note. Shaking his proud head with an
angry snort, he trotted off to a narrow gorge in
which tinkled a tiny stream.
Following the stream, he came to a larger and
deeper section of it. Thirstily he dropped his
mouth into the cool, refreshing water and drank
in great %draughts. Satisfied at last, he lifted his
head and, after looking about him, galloped to-
ward a nearby cliff.
Reaching it, he in his wisdom picked a spot
protected from the scorching sun by an over
hanging ledge. Beneath this ledge he rested and
thought of the most hated of his enemies-MAN.
Years ago, before Silver's time, man had come
into this big, shaggy country, which had so oft
felt the pounding hoofs Of laundering herds of
his ancestors. Little by little the superior being,
MAN had come, and had captured his friends; his
own father and mother, king and queen Of the
herd, were likewise taken from him, and because
OF that. ne hated MAN with all his horse heart:
Some day he would revenge himself upon the
ones who had killed his parents by breaking their
proud spirits with whips and plows and all that
goes with the curse Of being a captured horse.
his eyes, he gazed at a lone horseman drawing
near. riding one of his friends. Like a flash he
struck of, in the opposite direction, leaving his
enemy far behind.
AWAY, SfLVERi
ment showed on his So face. silver S i erop the e4 most
longed-for horse in the West. Look at him 20!
Why, there's not another horse alive that can
travel like that! Out of sight already, and I had
only a glimpse of him" spoke the rider to his
horse.
Faster the long legs of Silver carried himr
Faster! His great lungs choked for breath and
ne slowed down to a standstill. He looked back
to see If he had been followed by the man, who
had so often chased him and had so vainly tried
to catch him. Though Silver realized it not, he
had travelled miles without stopping.
The sun had sunk into the dark blue skv. !
floating past the white cloud birds into the un-
known world Of glory, Twilight deepened into
night.
Tired. dusty, Silver lay Town on the soft
weary eyes, doing into a deep sleep.
through the clouds. Birds, awaking, twittered.
Silver's eyelids blinked as he looked at the beau |
titul sight unfolding before him.
Truly, no human being could ever appreciate |
more the gorgeous sunrise than did Silver. He
watched until the big ball was pulled up, by mys-
ferrous cords, high into the morning sky.
Rising. he slowly assembled a nearby hill.
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