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RED 0T.0OD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF
CHAPTER XIII. Continued.
11
"Now, Stlllwell, out with It," she
mhl, briefly.
"Will, Mlsa Majesty, there's goln' to
be n light somewhere, nti Stewart
wanted to get ynu-nll In liuforo It come
off. Up says the vnlley'H overrun by
vaqueros m' guerrillas nn' robbers, an'
Lord knows what pIrp."
He stninped off the porch, his huge
ipurs rattllnR, and Hturted down the
path toward the waltltiR men.
Stewnrt stood In IiIb familiar atten
tive position, erect, silent, with a
hand on potntnel and bridle,
"Stewart, .you are exceedingly
thoughtful of my Interests," she Raid,
watitlnR to thank him, and not readily
(IndlnR words. "I would not know
what to do without you. Is there dun
Rcr?" "I'm not sure. Hut I want to be on
Ihe nfe side."
She hesitated. It was no lonRcr easy
lor her to talk to him, and she did not
Inow why.
"May T know tho special orders you
tvo Nels and Nick und Monty?" she
Isked.
"Of course I'll tell you If you Insist.
My orders were that nt least one of
them must he on Riiard near you day
and night never "to be out of hearliiR
of jour voice."
"I thought as much. Stpwart, you
mill think Don Carlos tried to make
oft with me may try It again?"
"I don't think. I know."
"And besides nil your other duties
rou have shnrod the watch with these
three cowboys?'
"Yes."
"It has been going on without my
knowledge? How long Is It to con
tinue?" "That's hard to say. Till the revo
lution Is over, anyhow."
She mused a moment, locking away
to the west, where the great void was
nillni' with red haze. She believed Im
plicitly In film, and the menace hover
ing near her fell like n shadow upon
her present happiness.
"What must I do?" she asked.
"I think you ought to send your
friends back East and go with them,
until this guerrilla war Is over."
"Why, Stewart, they would be
broken-hearted, and so would I."
He had no reply for that.
"If I do not take your advice It will
be the first time since I have come to
look to you for so much," she went on.
"Cannot you suggest something else?
My friends are having such a splendid
visit. Helen Is getting well. Oh, I
should be sorry to see them go before
they want to."
"We might take them up Into Uie
mountains nnd camp oit for a while,"
he said, presently. "I know a wild
place up among the crags. It's n hard
climb, tint worth the work. I never
Ritw ii more beautiful spot. Fine wa
ter, and It will be cool. Pretty soon
It'll be too hot here for your party to
go out-of-doors."
"You mean to hide me away among
the crags nnd clouds?" replied Made
line with a laugh.
"Well, It'd amount to that. Your
friends need not know. Perhaps In a
few weeks this spell of trouble on the
border will be over till fall."
"You say It's a hard climb up to this
place?"
"It surely Is. Your frlendR will get
the real thing If they make that trip,"
"Thnt suits me. Helen especially
wants something to happen. Very
well, I nm decided. Stewart, of course
ou will take charge? I don't believe
I Stewart, Isn't there something
more you could tell mc why you
think, why .you know my own personal
liberty Is In peril?"
t, "Yes. Hut do not ask me what It Is.
If I hndn't been a rebel soldier I would
never have known."
"If you hod not been n rebel soldier,
where would Madeline Hammond be
now?" she asked, earnestly.
He made no reply.
"Stewart," she continued, with warm
Impulse, "you once mentioned a debt
you owed hip " And seeing his dark
face pale, she wavered, then went on.
"It Is paid."
"No, no. That never can ho paid."
Madeline held out her hand.
"It Is paid, 1 tell you." she repented.
Suddenly he drew buck from the
outstretched white hand that seemed
to fascinate him.
"I'd kill n man to touch your hand.
Hut I won't touch It on the terms you
offer."
His unexpected passion disconcerted
her.
"Stewart, no man ever before re
fused to shake hands with me, for nny
reason. It It Is scarcely flattering,"
she said, with a little laugh. "Why
won't you? Hecuuse you think I olTer
It as mistress to fcorvunt rancher to
cowboy?"
"No."
"Then why? The debt you owed me
Is paid. I cancel It. So why not shake
hands upon It, as men do?",
"I wont. Tliut's all."
"J fear 70U ara unxraclous. wtuitsver
your renson," she replied. "Still, I
mny offer It again some tiny. Good
night." He said good-night nnd turned.
Madeline wonderlngly watched him go
down the path with his bund on the
black horse's neck.
She went InQo rest a little before
dressing for dinner and, being fatigued
from the day's riding nnd excitement,
she fell nsleep. When she awoke It
was twilight. She wondered why her
Mexican maid had not come to her,
and she rnng the bell. The moid did
not put In an appearance, nor was
thero any answer to th; ring. The
house seemed unusunlly quiet. It was
n brooding silence, which presently
broke to the sound of footsteps on the
'porch. Madeline recognized StlllweH's
tread, though It appeared to be light
for him. Then she heard him call
softly In nt the open door of her of
fice. The suggestion of caution In his J
voice suited the strangeness of his
walk. With a boding sense of trouble
she hurried through the rooms. He
was standing outside her nfllce 3oor.
"Stlllwelll" she exclnlmed.
"Please come out on the porch."
She compiled and. onco out, was en
abled to see him. His grave face, paler
than she hnd ever beheld It, caused
her to stretch an appealing tinml to
ward him. Stlllwell Intercepted It nnd
held It In his own.
"Miss Majesty, I'm nmuzln' sorry to
tell worrisome news. Hut It can't be
avoided. The fact Is we're In a bad
lis. If your guests ain't scared out
of their sktns It'll be owln' to your
nerve an' how you carry out Stewart's
orders."
"You ran rely upon me," replied
Madeline, firmly, though she trembled.
"Wnl. what we're up against Is this:
that gang of bandits Pat Hawe was
chasln' they're blilln' in the house!"
"In the house?" echoed Madeline,
aghast.
"Miss Majesty, it's the ninazln' truth,
an' shamed Indeed am I to udmlt It.
Stewart why, he's wild with rage to
think It could hev happened. You see,
it couldn't hev happened If I hedu't
sloped the boys off to the gol-lof links,
an' IV Stewart hedn't rid out 011 the
mesa after us. It's my fault. Hut tiow
we've got to face It to llgger. Now,
listen. When Stewart left you nn hour
or so ago he follered me direct to
where me an' the boys was tryin' to
keep Pat Hawe from teurln' the ranch
to pieces. At that we was helpln' Pat
all we could to find them bandits. Hut
when Stewart got there he made a dif
ference. Pat was nasty before, but
sct'ln' Stewurt made him wuss. I
reckon Uene to Pat Is the same as
red to a (ireaser bull. Anyway, when
the sheriff set tire to an old adobe hut
Stewart called him an' called him hard.
Pat Hawe bed six fellers with him, an'
from all appearances bauilit-huutln'
was some fiesta. There was a row, an'
It looked had fer a little. Hut Gene
was cool, an' he controlled the boys.
Then Pat an' his tough de-pootles went
on liuntln'. That huntln', Miss Majesty,
petered out Into what was only u farce.
House?" Echoed
Aghast.
Madeline,
Pat Hawe wasn't lookln' hard fer any
bandits; he wasn't dald set huntln'
nnythln', unless It was trouble fer
Stewurt. Finally, when Pat's men
made fer our storehouse, where we
keep ammunition, grub, liquors, an'
slch, then Gene called a halt. An' he
ordered Pat Hawe off the ranch. It
was hyar Hawe an' Stewart locked
horns. An' hyar the truth come out.
There was a gang of bandits bid some
wheres, nn' ut fust Pat Hawe lied been
powerful active an' earnest In hi.-, hunt
ln'. Hut suddeullke he'd fetchwl a pe
cooller chr.nge of heart. He hud been
some flustered with Stewart's eyes a
pryln' Into his moves, an' then, meblie
to hide somethln', mebbe Jest nut'rul.
K-Jww
mfvw
hi got mad. He Hollered law. He
pulled down off the shelf his old stock
grudge on Stewart, uccusln' blin over
again of that Greaser murder lust fall.
Stewart made him look like a fool
showed him up as belli scared of the
bandits or hevln' sonic renson fer
slopln' off the trull. Anyway, the row
started all right, an it might hev
amounted to u light. In the thick of
It, when Stewart was drlvln' Pnt an'
his crowtl off the place, one of them
de-pootles lost his head an' went fer
his gun. Nels throwed bis gun an' crip
pled the feller's arm. Monty Jumped
then un' throwed two forty-fives, an'
fer 11 second or so It looked ticklish.
Hut the bandit-hunters crawled, nn'
then lit out."
Stlllwell pnused In the rnpld deliv
ery of his narrative; he still retnlned
Madeline's hand, us If by thnt he might
comfort her.
"After Pat left we put our lmlds to
gether," began the old cattleman, with
a long respiration. "We rounded up a
lad who had seen 11 dozen or so fellers
he wouldn't say they was Greasers
brenkln' through the shrubbery- to the
back of the house. That was whllo
Stewart was rldlu' out to the mesa.
Then this lad seen your servants all
runolu' down the bill toward the vil
lage. Now, lieah's the wny Gene Ag
gers. There sure wns some deviltry
down along the railroad, nn Pat Hawe
trailed bandits up to the ranch. He
hunts hard an' then all to onct he qiflts.
Stewart says Tat Hawe wasn't scared,
but he discovered signs of somethln', or
got wind tu some strange wny that
there was In the gnng of bnndltB some
fellera he didn't want to ketch. Sabe?
Then Gene, qnlcker'n n flash, springs
hir. plan on me. He'd go down to
Vatlre Marcos an' hev him help to find
out all possible from your Mexican
servants. I was to hurry up hyar nu
tell you give you orders, Miss Majes
ty. Ain't thnt umazln' strange? Wnl,
you're to nssemble all your guests In
the kitchen. Make n grand bluff an'
pretend, as your help has left, that It'll
be great fun fer your guests to cook
dinner. The kitchen Is the snfest room
In the house. While you're Joshln' your
party along, mnkln' a kind of picnic
out of It, I'll place cowboys In the long
corridor, an' also outside In the corner
where the kitchen Joins on to the main
house. It's pretty sure the bandits
think no one's wise to where they're
hid. Stewart says they're in that end
room where the alfalfa is, nn' they'll
slope In the night. Of course, with me
an' the boys wntchln', you-nll will be
safe to go to bed. An' we're to rouse
your guests early before daylight, to
hit ,the trail up Into the mountains.
Tell them to pnek outfits before goln'
to bed. Say as your servants hev
sloped, you might us well go campln'
with the cowboys. That's all. If we
hev any luck your frlends'll never
know they've been slttln on a powder
mine. Now, Miss Majesty, I've used up
a lot of time explnlnln'. You'll sure
keep your nerve?"
"Yes," Madeline replied, nnd was
surprised nt herself.
"Better tell Florence. She'll be a
power of comfort to you. I'm goln'
now to fetch up the boys."
Instead of returning to her room
Madeline went through the olllce Into
the long corridor. It was almost ns
dark as night. She fancied she saw a
slow-gliding figure darker than the sur
rounding gloom ; und she entered upon
the fulfillment of her part of the plan
In something like trepidation. Her
footsteps were noiseless. Finding the
door to the kitchen, and going in, she
struck lights. Upon passing out again
she mnde certain she discerned a dark
shape, now motionless, crouching along
the wnll. Hut she mistrusted her vivid
Imagination. It took all her boldness
to enable her unconcernedly and natur
ally to strike the corridor light. Then
she went on through her own rooms
and thence Into the patio.
Her guests laughingly nnd gladly en
tered Into the spirit of tho occasion.
They trooped merrily Into the kitchen.
Madeline, delaying at the door, took a
sharp but unobtrusive glance down the
great, barnllke hall. She saw nothing
but blank dnrk space. Suddenly from
one side, not 11 rod distant, protruded
n pale, gleaming face breaking the
even blnckness. Instantly It flashed
back out of sight. Yet that time wns
long enough for Mndellne to see a pair
of glittering eyes, and to recognize
them, as Don Carlos'.
Without betraying either hurry or
alarm, she closed the door. It had a
heavy bolt which she slowly, noiseless
ly shot. Then tho cold amaze that had
all but stunned her Into Inaction
throbbed Into wrnth. How dared that
Mexican steal Into her home! What
did he mean? Was he one of the ban
dits supposed to be hidden In her
house? She wns thinking herself Into
greater anger and excitement, and
probably would have betrayed herself
had not Florence, who had evidently
seen her bolt the door and now rwad
her thoughts, come toward her with n
bright, Intent, questioning look. Made
Hue caught herself In time.
Thereupon she gave each of her
guests a duty to jierform. Leading
Florence Into the pantry, she unbur
dened herself of the secret In one brief
whisper. Florence's reply was to point
out of the little open window, passing
which was a tile of stealthily moving
cowboys. Then Madeline lost both
anger and fear, retaining only the glow
of excitement.
The miscellaneous collection of
dishes so confusingly contrived made
up a dinner which they all heartily en
joyed. Madeline enjoyed It herself,
een with the feeling of a sword hang
ing suspended over her.
The hour was late when she rose
from the table and told her guests to
go to their rooms, don their tiding,
clothes, pack whnt they needed for the
long und adventurous camping tup
that she hoped would be the clluiux of
their western experience, and to snntch
a little sleep before the cowboys roused
them for the enrly start.
Madeline went Immediately to her
room, and was getting out her camping
apparel when u knock Interrupted her.
"Who's there?" she questioned.
"Stewart." came the reply.
She opened the dom-. He stood on
the threshold.
"May I sjienlc to you?" ho asked.
"Certainly." She hesitated n mo
ment, then asked him In and closed the
door. "Is Is everything all right?"
"No. These bnndlts stick to cover
pretty close. They must hnve found
out we're on the watch. Hut I'm sure
we'll get you nnd your friends uway
before anything starts."
"Do you have any Idea who Is hid
ing In the house?"
"I wns worried some at first. Pnt
Hnwe acted queer. I Imagined he'd
'discovered he was trailing bandits who
might tuni out to be smuggling guer
rilla cronies. Hut talking with your
servants, finding n bunch of horses
bidden tlown In the mesqultc behind
the pond several things have changed
my mind. My Idea Is that a cowardly
handful of riffraff outcusts from the
border have hidden in your house,
more by accident than design. We'll
let fhein go get rid of them without
even 11 shot. If I didn't think so well.
I'd be considerably worried. It would
make a different state of nffalrs."
"Stewart, you arc wrong. I saw one
of these bandits. I distinctly recog
nized him."
One long step brought him close to
her.
"Who was he?" demanded Stewart.
"Don Carlos."
He muttered I w and deep, then
said, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. I -, his figure twice
In the hnll, then bis face In the light.
I could never mlMul.e his eyes."
Madeline was tiembllngly conscious
that Stewart um'-rwent u transforma
tion Mjyty.
"Stewart, I Forbid You to Fight, Un
less In Self-Defense."
tion. She saw as well as felt the leap
ing passion that changed him.
"Call your friends get them In
here !" he ordered, tersely, and wheeled
toward the door.
"Stewart, wait!" she snld.
He turned. His white face, his burn
ing eyes, his presence now chnrged
with definite, fearful meaning, influ
enced her strangely, weakened her.
"Whnt will you do?" she asked.
"That needn't concern you. Get your
party In here. Har the windows and
lock the doors. You'll be safe."
"Stewart I Tell me what you Intend
to do."
"I won't tell you," he replied, nnd
turned awny again.
"Hut I will know," she snld. With a
hnnd on his nrm she detained him. She
saw how he bilted felt the shock In
him as she touched him. "Oh, I do
know. You mean to tight!"
"Well. Miss Hnmninnd, Isn't It about
time?" he asked. There wns weari
ness, dignity, even reproof In his ques
tion. "The fact of that Mexican's pres
ence here In your house ought to prove
to you the nature of the case. These
vuqueros, these guerrillas, have found
out you won't stand for any lighting
on the part of your men. Don Carlos
Is a sneak, a coward, yet he's not
afraid to hide In your own house. He
has learned you won't let your cow
boys hurt anybody. Ho's taking ad
vantage of It. He'll rob, burn, and
make off with you. He'll murder, too,
If It falls his way. These Greasers
use knles In the dark. So I ask Isn't
It about time we stop him?"
"Stewart, I forbid you to fight, un
less In self-defense. I forbid you."
"What I mean to do Is self-defense.
Haven't I tried to explain to you that
Just now we've wild times nlong this
stretch of border? Must I tell you
again that Don Carlos Is hand nnd
glove with the revolution? The rebels
are crazy to stir up the United States.
You ire u woman of prominence. Don
Curios would make off with you. If
he got you, what little matter to cross
the bonier with you I Well, where
would the hue and cry go? Through
the troops along the border I To New
York! To Washington! Why, It
would menn what the rebels are work
ing for United States Intervention. In
other words, war!"
"Oh, surely you exaggerate!" she
cried.
"Maybe so. Hut I'm beginning to see
the Don's game. And, Miss Hammond,
It's awful for me to think what you'd
suffer If Don Carlos got you over the
line. I know these lov-custo Mexicans.
I've been among the peons the
slaves."
"Stewurt. don't let Do Oarloa set
me, replied Madeline, la sweet direct
ncss
She snw him shnke, saw his throat
swell as he swallowed hard, saw tli
hnrd fierceness return to his face.
"1 won't. That's why I'm golug after
him."
"Hut I forbade you to start a tight
deliberately."
"Then I'll go ahead and start one
without your permission." He shook
off her hand und strode forwanl.
"Please, don't gol" she called, be
seechingly. Hut he kept on. "Stew
art 1"
She ran abend of him, Intercepted
him, faced him with her buck ugulnst
the door. He swept out n long arm as
If to brush her aside. Hut it wavered
ami fell. Haggard, troubled, with
working face, he stood before her.
"It's for your snkf," he expostulated.
"Let me out, Miss Hammond. I'm
going to take the boys und go ufter
these guerrillas."
"No!"
"Good Heavens 1" exclaimed Stew
art. "Why not let me ro? It's the
thing to do. I'm sorry to distress you
nnd your guests. Why not put an end
to Don Carlos' bodgerlnR? Is It be
cause you're nfrald n rumpus will spoil
jour friends' visit?"
"It Isn't not this time."
"Then It's the Idea of a little shoot
ing nt these Grcnsers?"
"No."
"You're sick to think of n little
Greaser blood staining the halls of
..' i,
your noinu; it"?
"No," ' ' 3',i",E"ri
'Well, then, why keep me from do
Iiir what I know Is best?"
"Stewart. I I" she faltered, In
growing agitation. "I'm frightened
confused. All this Is too too much
for me. I'm not a cownrd. If you
have to fight you'll see I'm not a cow
ard. Hut your way seems so reckless
thnt hall Is so dark the guerrillas
would shoot from behind doors. You're
so wild, so dnrlng, you'd rush right In
to peril. Is thnt necessary? I think
I menn I don't know Just why I feel
so so about you doing It. Hut I be
lieve It's because I'm afraid you you
might be hurt."
"You're afraid T I might be hurtr
he echoed, wonderlngly, the hnrd
whiteness of his face warming, flush
ing, glowing.
"Yes."
The single word, with all It might
mean, with all It might not mean,
softened him ns If by magic, made him
gentle, ninnzed. shy ns a boy, stifling
undpr a torrpnt of emotions.
Madeline thought she hnd persunded
him worked her will with him. Then
nnother of his stnrtlingly sudden
moves told her that she had reckoned
too quickly. This move wns to put
her firmly aside so be dould pass; -nn
Madeline, seeing he would not lies'
tnte to lift her out of the wny, surren
dered the door. He turned on the
threshold. Ills face was still working,
but the tlnme-jiolnted gleam of his eyes
indicated the return of that cowboy
ruthlessness.
"I'm going to drive Don Carlos nnd
his gang out of the house." declared
Stewart. "I think I mny promise yon
to do It without a fight. Hut If It takes
a light, off he goes!"
CHAPTER XIV
The Mountain Trail.
As Stewart departed from one door
Florence knocked upon nnother; and
Madeline, fur shaken out of her uslinl
serenity, admitted the cool western
girl with more than gladness. Just to
have her near helped Mndellne to get
bnck her balance. She wns conscious
of Florence's sharp scrutiny, then of
a sweet, deliberate change of manner.
Florence might hnve boon burnlnc
with curiosity to know more about the
bandits hidden In the house, the plans
of the cowboys, the reason for Made
line's suppressed emotion ; but Instend
of asking "Mndellne questions she In
troduced the Important subect of
whnt to take on the cnmplng trip. For
nn hour they discussed the need of
this and thnt nrtlcle. selected those
things most needful, nnd then packed
them In Madeline's duffle-bngs.
That done, they decided to He down,
fully dressed ns they were In riding
costume, and sleep, or at least rest,
the little remaining time left before
the cnll to saddle. Madeline turned
out the light and, peeping through her
window, saw dark forms stnndlng sen
tlneMIke In the gloom. When she lny
down she henrd soft steps on the path.
This fidelity to her swelled her hpart,
while the need of It presaged thnt
fearful something which, since S'ew
art's passionate appeal to her, haunt
ed her as Inevitable.
Madeline did not expect to sleep,
yet she did sleep, nnd It seemed to
have been only 11 moment until Flor
ence called her. She followed Florence
outside. She could discern saddled
horses being held by cowboys. There
was an air of hurry and mystery about
the departure. Helen, who enme tip
toeing out with Madeline's other
guests, whispered that It was like an
escape. She was delighted. Tho others
were amused. To Madeline It was in
deed an escape. She henrd low voices,
the champing of bits ami thumping of
hoofs, and sm recognised Stewart
when he led up Majesty for her to
mount. Then came a pntterlng of soft
feet and the whining of dogs. Cold
noses touched her hands, nnd she saw
the long, gray, shaggy shapes of her
pack of Russian wolf-hounds. That
Stewart meant to let them go with her
was Indicative of how he studied her
pleasure. She loved to he out with
the hounds and her horse.
(TO PR CONTINUED.)
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Are you lame in the morning; bothered
with headaches, dizziness and urinary
disorders? Feel tired, irritable and
discouraged? Then there's surely
Homething wrong, and likely it's kid
ney weakness. Don't neglect itl Get
back your health while you can. Use
Doan's Kidney Pills. Doan's have
helped thousands of ailing folks. They
should help you. Ask your neighbor!
A Nebraska Case
Mrs. Den "Wat
son, Albion, Nebr..
uaya: "My back
was weak and
lame and some
times I couldn't
bend over without
sharp stitches tak
lnir me through
my kidneys. Many
times I had dizzy
f iilKht blurred. I
irot n nuDDly of
Doan's Kidney TUlo and four boxes
cava me a cure and I haven t had
kidney trouble nlnce."
Ct Doan's at Any Stare, 60e Box
DOAN'S "VLIV
FnCTER'.MILBURN CO- BUFFALO. N. Y.
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