BED OLOCD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF
The Light of
IDestem Stars
CHAPTER XVI
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BorUta.
Hnvlnp exhausted nil flip resource
f the momitnln, micli Hint hnil Interest
for thorn, Mnth.'lli.e'H KtiPMtH nettled
quietly down for a rest, which Made
Hue know wotdd noon end In a desire
for clvlll.od comforts. Thoy wore nl
niOHt tlrod of roitKhlriK It. Helen's d In
content manifested Itself In her re
murk, "I Ritess nothing In Klng to hap
pen, after all."
Madeline awaited tholr pleasure In
regard to the breaking of camp; mid
meanwhile, an none of them cared for
more exertion, hIio took her walks
without thotn, Botnct lines accompanied
by one of the cowboys, always by the
ntfiK'liminilft. One day, while walking
nlone, before she realized It fihe had
gone a long way down n dim trnll
winding among the rocks. It was the
middle of a summer afternoon, and nit
about her wore shadows of the crngs
crossing the sunlit patches. The quiet
was undisturbed. She went on and on,
not blind to the fact that she was per
haps going too far from camp, hut
risking It liecHtue she was sure of her
way back, and enjoylm: the wild,
craggy recesses that Mere new to her.
Finally she rni'i t upon a bank that
broke abru;t . i.ito a bountiful little
.Inde. Hero she sat down to rest be
fore undertaking the return trip.
Suddenly Ituss, the keener of the
stag-hounds, raised his head and
growled. Madeline feared he might
hnve scented a niountaln-llon or wild
oat. She quieted him and carefully
looked around. The little glade was
open and grassy, with hero n pine tree,
there a boulder. The outlet seemed to
down Into a wilderness of canyons
nnd ridges. Looking In this direction.
Madeline saw the slight, dark figure of
a woman coming stealthily along un
der the pines. Madeline was amazed,
then a little frightened, for that
stealthy walk from tree to tree was
suggestive of secrecy, If nothing worse.
Presently the woman was Joined by
n tnll man who carried a package,
which he gave to her. Thoy came on
tip the glude and appeared to he talk
ing earnestly. In another moment
Madeline recognized Stewart. She had
no greater fooling of surprise than had
at first been hers. Hut for the next
moment she senrcely thought nt all
merely watched the couple approach
ing. In a Hash came back her former
curiosity as to Stewart's strange ab
sences from camp, and then with the
return of her doubt of him the recog
nition of the woman. The small, dark
bead, the brown face, the big eyes
Madellni! now saw distinctly be
longed to the Mexican girl ISnnltn.
Stewart had met her there. This was
the secret of hN lonely trips, taken
ever since he had come to work for
Madeline. This secluded glnile was a
rendezvous. He had her bidden there.
Quietly Madeline arose, with a ges
ture to the dogs, and went back along
the trail toward camp. Succeeding her
mirprlse was a feeling of sorrow that
Slewart's regeneration bad not been
complete. Sorrow gave place to In
suiYernble distrust that while she had
been romancing about this cowboy,
dreaming of her good Inlluence over
lilm, he had been merely base. Some
how it stung her. Stewart had been
nothing to her. she thought, yet she
bad been proud of him. She tried to
revolve the tiling, to bo fair to him,
when every Instinctive tendency wns
to expel him, nnd all pertaining tjo him,
from her thoughts. And her effort at
sympathy, at extenuation, fnlled utter
ly before her pride. Kxortlng her will
power, she dismissed Stewart from her
mind.
Madeline did not think of him ngaln
till late that afternoon, when, ns she
was leaving her tent to Join severnl of
lier guests. Stewart appeared suddenly
In her pntli.
"Miss Hammond, t snw your tracks
down the trnll," he began, eagerly, but
his tone was eajy and natural. "I'm
thinking well, maybe you sure got
the Idea"
"I do not wish for an explanation,"
Interrupted Madeline.
Stewart gave a slight start. His
manner had a aeinblap.ee of the old, I
cool nui'tielty. As he looked down at
her It subtly changed.
What effrontery, Madeline thought,
to face her before her guests with an
xplnnntlon of his conduct 1 Suddenly
flio felt an Inward flash of fire that
was pain, so strange, so Incomprehen
sible, that her mind whirled. Then an
ger possessed her, not at Stewart, but
at herself, that anything could rouse
In her n raw emotion. He stood there,
outwardly cool, serene, with level,
haughty eyes upon Stewart; but In
wardly she was burning with rage and
tihiiiiie.
"I'm suro not Rolng to hnvo you
think" He begun passionately, but
he broke off. and n slow, dull crimson
blotted over the healthy red-brown of
bis neck nnd cheeks.
"What you do or think, Stewart, Is
no concern of mine."
"Miss Miss Hammond! You don't
believe-'-" faltered Stewart.
The crimson receded from bis face,
leaving It pule. Ills eyes were, appeal
ing. They bad a kind of timid took
that struck Madeline, even In her tin
Mfc Thcrt wu ofBbtn Ujffjah
Hill!
about him then, ile took a step for
ward and reached out with his hand
open-pnlmed In a gesture that wns
humble, yet held a certain dignity.
"Hut listen. Never mind now what
you you think about me. There'B u
good reason "
"I have no wish to hear your rea
son." "Hut you ought," bo persisted.
"Slrl"
Stewart underwent another; swift
change. He started violently, A dark
tide shaded his face and a glitter
leaped to his eyes. He took two
strides loomed over her.
"I'm not thinking about myself," he
thundered. "Will you listen?"
"No," she replied; nnd there was
freezing hauteur In her voice. With a
slight gesture of dismissal, unmlstuk
able In Its finality, she turned her back
upon him. Then she Joined her guests.
Stewart stood perfectly motionless.
Then slowly he began to lift his right
hand In which ho held his sombrero.
He swept It up and up, high over his
bond. Ills tnll form towered. With
tierce suddenness he Hung his sombrero
down. He leaped nt his black horse
and dragged him to where his saddle
lay. With one pitch he tossed the
saddle upon the horso's back. His
strong band flashed nt girths and
straps. ICvery action was swift, de
cisive, tierce. Hounding for his bridle,
which bung over u bush, be ran against
a cowboy who awkwardly tried to
avoid the onslaught.
"(let out of my wnyl" he yelled.
Then with the same snvnge baste
be adjusted the bridle on his horse.
"Mobbe you better hold on n mln
nit. (icne, ole feller," snld Monty
Price.
"Monty, do you want me to brain
you?" said Stewart, with the short,
hard ring In his voice.
"Now, conslderln the high class of
my brains. I oughter be real careful
to keep 'em," replied Monty. "You
can botcher life, dene, I nln't goln'
to git In front of you. Hut I Jest says
Listen!" f
Stewart raised his dark face. Ev
erybody listened. And everybody
hoard the rapid beat of n horse's
hoofs. The sun had set, but the park
was light. Nols appeared down the
trnll. and his horse wns running. In
another moment he was in the circle,
pulling his liny hack to a sliding halt.
He leaped off abreast of Stewart.
Madeline saw and felt a difference
In Nols' presence.
"What's up, (lone?" he queried,
sharply.
Nols' long nrm shot out, and his
baud foil upon Stewart, holding him
down.
"Shore I'm sorry." said Nols, slow
ly. "Then you was goln' to hit the
trail?"
"I am going to. Let go, Nols."
"Shore you ain't goln', dene?"
"Lot go, d n you!" cried Stewart,
as he wrestled free.
"What's wrong?" asked Nels, lifting
bis baud again.
"Man! Uon't touch me!"
Nels stepped back Instantly. He
seemed to become aware of Stewart's
"What You Do or Think, Stewart, Is
No Concern of Mine."
white, wild passion. Again Stewart
moved to mount.
"Nels, don't make me forget we've
Ih'oii friends," he said.
"Shore 1 ain't forgettln," replied
Nols. "An' I resign my Job right here
an' now !"
His strange speech checked the
mounting cowboy. Stewart stepped
down from ".!ie atlrrup. Then their
hard faces were still and cold while
their eyes locked glnnces,
Madeline was as much startled by
Nols' speech as Ktewart. Quick to
note a change In these men, she now
soused one that was unfathomable.
itoslgu?" questional Stewart.
"Shore. What'd you think I'd do un.
dor circumstances slch as has come
up?"
"Hut see here. Nels, I won't stand
for it."
"You're- not my boss no more, an'
HP?-
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ain't beholdln' to Miss Hammond,
neither. I'm my own boss, an' Til do
as I plcnse. Sabe, senor?"
Nels' words were nt variance with
the meaning In his face.
"Gene, you sent me on n little scout
down In the mountains, didn't you?"
"Yes, 1 did," replied Stewnrt, with
n new sharpness in his voice.
"Wal, shore you was so good an'
right In your flggerln', ns opposed to
mine, that I'm sick with ndmtrln' of
you. If you hedn't sent me waJ, I'm
reckonln' somethlu' might hcv hap
pened. As It Is we're shore up against
a hell of a proposition!"
How significant was the effect of his
words upon all the cowboys I Stewart
mndu a fierce and violent motion, ter
rible where his other motions hnd been
but passionate. Monty leaped straight
up Into the air In n singular action ns
suggestive of surprise ns It wns of
wild ncceptnnce of menace. Like a
stalking giant Nick Steele strode over
to Nels and Stewart. The other cow
boys rose silently, without a word.
Madeline nnd her guests, In a little
group, watched and listened, unable to
divine what all this strange talk and
action meant.
"Hold on, Nels, they don't need to
hoar It," said Stewart, hoarsely, as he
waved a baud toward Madeline's silent
group.
"Wal. I'm sorry, bnt I reckon they'd
an well know fust as last. Mobbe
thet yoarnln' wish of Miss Helen's fer
somethlu' to happen will come true.
Shore I"
"Cut out the Joshln'," rang out
Monty's strident voice.
It hnd as decided an effect as any
preceding words or action. Perhnps
It was the last thing needed to trans
form these men, doing unnccustomed
duty as escorts of beautiful women,
to their natural state us men of the
wild.
"Toll us what's what," said Stewart,
cool and grim.
"Don Carlos on' his guerrillas are
campln' on tho trails thet lead up
here. They've got them trails blocked.
Ily tomorrer they'd bed us corralled.
Mobbe they meant to surprise us. He's
got a lot of dreasors an' outlaws.
They're well armed. Now, what do
they mean? You-all can llggcr It out
to suit yourselves. Mobbe the Hon
wants to pay a sociable call on our
ladles. Mobbe. his gang Is some hun
gry, as usual. Mobbe they want to
steal a few bosses, or anythln' they can
lay hands on. Mobbe they mean wuss,
too. Now, my Idea Is this, an' mobbe
It's wrong. I long since separated
from love with dreasors. Thet black
faced Don Carlos has got a deep game.
Thet two-bit of a revolution Is hevln'
hard times. The rebels want Amer
ican Intervention. They'd stretch any
point to make trouble. We're only ton
miles from the bonier. Suppose them
guerrillas got our crowd across thet
border? The United States cavalry
would foller. You-all know what thet'd
moan. Mobbe Don Carlos' mind works
thet way. Mobbe It don't. I reckon
we'll know soon. An' now, Stewart,
whatever the Don's game Is, shore
you're the man to outflgger him. Mob
be It's just as well you're good an'
mad about somethlu'. An' I'm going
to resign my Job because I want to
feel unbeholdln' to anybody. Shore It
struck me long since thet tho old days
bed come back for a little spoil, an'
there 1 was trallln' a promise not to
hurt any dreaser."
CHAPTER XVII
Don Carlos,
Stewart took Nels, Monty and Nick
Steele aside out of earshot, and they
evidently entered upon an earnest col
loquy. Presently the other cowboys
were called. They nil talked more or
loss, but the deep voice of Stewart
predominated over the others. Then
the consultation broke up, and the
cowboys scattered.
"Hustle, you Indians!" ordered
Stewart
The ensuing scone of action was not
reassuring to Madeline and her frichds.
They were quiet, nwaltlng some one
to toll them what to do. At the offset
the cowboys nppeared to have for
gotten Madeline. Some of them ran
off Into the woods, others into the open,
grassy places, where thoy rounded up
the horses and burros. Several cow
boys spread tarpaulins upon the
ground and began to awlect and roll
small packs, evidently for hurried
travel. Nels mounted his horse to ride
down the trail. Monty and Nick Steele
went off Into the grove, leading their
horses. Stewart climbed up a steep
Jumble of stone between two sections
of low, cracked cliff back of the camp.
Madeline's friends all Importuned
her: Was there real danger? Were
the guerrillas coming? Would u start
be made at onco for the ranch? Why
had the cowboys suddenly become, so
different? Madeline answered as best
she could ; but her replies were only
conjecture, and modltled to allay the
fears of her guests. Helen was In a
white glow of excitement.
Soon the cowboys nppeared riding
barebacked horses, driving In others
and the burros. Some of those horses
wore taken away and evidently hidden
In deep recesses between the crags.
The string of burro ware packed uud
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Copqriqht bq Harper and Brother j
lif
sent off down the trail In charge of a
cowboy. Nick Steele and Monty re
turned. Then Stewart appeared,
clambering down the break between
the cliffs.
Ills next move wns to order nil the
baggage belonging to Mudollne and
her guests taken up the cliff. This
was strenuous toll, requiring the need
of lassoes to haul up the effects.
"dot ready to climb," said Stewart,
turning to Madeline's party.
"Wherrt?" asked Helen.
He waved his hand nt the nscent to
bo made. Exclamations of dismay fol
lowed bis gesture.
"Mr. Stewnrt. In there danger?"
asked Dorothy; nnd her voice trem
bled. This wns the question Mndcllne had
upon her lips to nsk Stewnrt, but she
could not speak It.
"No, there's no danger," replied
Stewart, "but we're taking precautions
we nil agreed on as best."
Dorothy whispered that she believed
Stewnrt lied. Cnst'aton nsked another
question, and then Harvey followed
suit. Mrs. Hock made n timid query.
"Plense keep qn1- t and do as you're
told," said Stewnrt, bluntly.
At this Juncture, when the Inst of
the baggage wns luvig hnuled up the
cliff, Monty appnviohed Madeline nnd
removed bis sombrero. His black fuce
seemed the snme, yet this was a vastly
changed Monty.
"Miss Hnnimond, I'm glvln' notice I
resign my Job," he snld.
"Monty! What do you mean? What
does Nels mean now, when danger
threatens?"
"We Jest quit. That's nil." replied
Monty, tersely. He wns stern and
somber; he could not stnnd still; his
eyes roved everywhere.
Cnstleton Jumped up from the log
where he hnd been sitting, and his
face was very red.
"Mr. Price, does all this blooming
fuss mean we nre to be robbed or at
tacked or abducted by n lot of ruga
mutlln guerrillas?"
"You've called the bet."
Dorothy turned a very pale face
toward Monty.
"Mr. Price, you wouldn't you
couldn't desert us now? You and Mr.
Nels"
"Desert you?" asked Monty, blankly.
"Yes, desert us. Leave us when we
may need you so much, with some
thing dreadful coming."
Monty uttered n short, hard laugh
as be bent a strange look upon the
girl.
"Mo an' Nols Is pnrty much scared,
an we're goln' to slope. Miss Dor
othy, boln' as we've rustled round so
much, It sorta hurts us to see nice
young girls dragged off by the hair."
Dorothy uttered n little cry and then
became hysterical. Castloton for once
was fully aroused.
"Hy dad! You and your partner
are u couple of blooming cowards.
Where now Is that courage you boasted
of?"
-Monty's dark face expressed extreme
sarcasm.
"Dook, In my time I've seen some
bright fellers, but you take the cake.
It's most marvelous bow blight you
are. Klgger'n' mo an' Nols so correct.
Say, Dook, If you don't git rustled off
to Mexico an' roped to a cactus bush
you'll hev a swell story fer your Eng
lish chums. Hah Jove! You'll toll 'em
how you soon two old-time gun-men
run like, scared Jack-rabbits from a
lot of dreasors. Like h 1 you will !"
"Monty, shut up!" yelled Stewart,
as he came hurriedly up. Then Mont
slouched away, cursing to himself.
Madeline and Helen, assisted by
Castloton, worked over Dorothy, and
with somo dltllculty (piloted her.
Stewart passed several times without
noticing them, and Monty, who had
boon so ridiculously eager to pay every
little attention to Dorothy, did not see
her at all. Hudo It seemed ; in Monty's
case more than that. Madeline hardly
knew what to make of It.
Stewart directed cowboys to go to
the head of the open place In the cliff
and let down lassoes. Then, with lit
le waste of words, he urged the women
toward this rough ladder of stones.
"We want to hide yon," he said,
when they demurred. "If the guer
rillas come we'll tell them you've all
gone down to the ranch. If we have
to tight you'll be safe up there."
Helen stopped boldly forward and
let Stewart put the loop of a lasso
round her and tighten It. He waved
bis band to the cowboys above.
".lust walk up, now," bo directed
Helen.
It proved to the watchers to be mi
easy, safe and rapid menus of scaling
the stoop passage. The men climbed
up without asslsttnce. Edith Wayne
nnd Mndcllri cllubcd last, and, once
up, Mndollno snw n narrow bench,
thick with shruho and overshadowed
by huge, leaning crags. There were
holes In the rock, and dark fissures
loading buck. It was n rough, wild
place. Tarpaulins and bedding were
thou hauled up, uud fond and water.
Tho cowboys spread comfortable bods
In several of the caves, and told Made
Hue and her friends to be as quiet as
possible, not to make a light, and to
sleep dressed, ready for travel at u
moment's notice,
I Madeline deplored tho discomfort
and Htr?M but felt bo roal alarm,
She wan more Inclined to evasive kind
ness here than to sincerity, for she
had a decided uneasiness. The swift
change In the manner and looks of
her cowboys bnd been a shock to her.
The Inst glnncc she hnd of Stewart's
face, then stern, almost sad, and hag
gnrd with worry, remained to aug
ment her foreboding.
Darkness uppeured to drop swiftly
down; the coyotes began their haunt
ing, mournful howls; the stars showed
and grew brighter; the wind moaned
through the tips of the pines. The
cowboys below had built a tire, and
the light from It rose In a huge, fan
shaped glow. Madeline peered down
from the cliff. The distance was short,
and occasionally she could distinguish
a word spoken by the cowboys. They
were unconcernedly cooking and eating.
Presently Nick Steele silenced tho
cnmpflre circle by raising a warning
hand. The cowboys bent their beads,
listening. Madeline listened with all
her might. She heard one of the
bounds whine, then the faint beat of
horse's hoofs. The beat of hoofs grew
louder, entered the grove, then tho
circle of light. The rider wus Nels.
He dismounted, and the sound of bis
low voice Just reached Madeline.
"done, it's Nels. Something doinV
Madeline heard one of tho cowboys
cull, softly.
"Send him over," replied Stewnrt.
Nels stalked away from the lire.
"See here, Nels, the boys are nil
right, but I don't want them to know
"By Gadl You and Your Partner Aro
a Couple of Blooming Cowards."
everything about this mix-up." said
Stewart, us Nols came up. "Did you
find the girl?"
.Madeline guessed that Stewart re
ferred to the Mexican girl Houila.
"No. Hut I met" Madeline did nr.t
catch the name "an ho was wild. Ile
was with n forest -ranger. An' they
said Pat lluwe had trailed her an' was
takln her down under arrest."
Stewart muttered deep under his
breath, evidently cursing.
"Wonder why be didn't come on up
hero?" he queried, pre.-eiitly. "Ho can
see a trail."
"Wal, done. Pat kimwod you was
hero all right, for thet ranger said Put
bed wind of the guerrillas, an' Pat
said if Don Carlos didn't kill you
which ho hoped he'd do -then it'll be
time enough to put you in J a I i when
you come down,"
"He's dead set to arrest me, Nclv'
"An' he'll do It. like the old lady
who kept tavern out West, done, tho
reason thet red-faced coyote didn't
trull you up hero Is because he's
scared. Ho alius wan seared of you.
Hut I reckon ho'. shore seared to death
of mo an' Monty."
"Well, we'll take Pat In ids turn.
The thing now Is, when will that
dreuser stalk us. uud what'll we do
when ho comes?"
"My boy, I hero's only one way to
tiumtle a dreaser. I shore told you
thet. Ile menus rough toward us. He'll
come smilln' up, all sodiile like, In
sinuatln' an' sweeter 'n n woman. Hut
he's treacherous; he's wuss than an
Indian. An', done, we know for a
positive fact bow his gang hev been
operntln' between those hills an' Agua
Piioth. We know Jest about what
thet rebel war down there Hinounts to.
It's guerrilla wur. an' shore some har
vest time fer u lot of cheap thieves an'
outcasts."
"Oh, you're right, Nels. I'm not dis
puting that," replied Stewart. "If It
wasn't for Miss Hammond and tho
other women, I'd rather enjoy seeing
you and Monty open up on that bunch.
I't, thlnkln' I'd bo glad to moot Don
Carlos. Hut Miss Hammond! Why,
Nols, such a woman ns she Is would
never recover from the sight of real
.:.vpiuy, lot alone any stunts with n
rope. Those eastern women are differ
ent. I'm not beflttllng our western
women! It's In the blood. Miss Hnni
mond Is Is "
"Shore she Is." Interrupted Nols;
"but she's got a d n sight more spunk
than you think she mis, done Stewart.
I'm no thlek-skullotl cow. I'd bate
soinetbin' powerful to hev Miss limn,
moiid see any rough work, let alone me
an' Monty startlu' somethln'. An' m
an' Monty'll stick to you. dene, as long
as seems reasonable. Mind, ole feller,
hoggin' your pardon, you're shore stuck
on Miss Hammond, an' overtunder not to
hurt her feelln's or make her sick by
lottln' somo blood. Wo'ro In bad here,
an' iiiebbo we'll hev to fight. Salm,
senor? Wal, If wo do you can Jest
gamble thet Miss Ilammondll ho ciunu,
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