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RED OLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF
CHAPTER XVII Continued.
An' I'll bet you a tiKlllon pesos thet If
foil K"t Koln' onct, an' .the ween you iim
I've fvi'U you wnl, I know wlint slio'tl
lliluk of you. This old world 'ain't
changed much, Home women may ho
wTilto-Fl.luucri mi' .soft-eyed an' sweet
voiced an' hlgh-muiled. hut they all like
to see a man ! Gene, here's your name.
Let Don Carlos come ulonj:. He civil.
If be an' Ills kmik are hungry, feed
eiu. Tulip even u Utile overhearln"
(lieo'-er tall;. Me blind If he wants
his KiK to deal soaiethln'. Let him
think (he women hev nuwlctl down to
the ranch. Hut If he says you're lyln'
If he as much us looks round to see
the women Jest Jump him name as
you Jumped Pat I la we. Me an' Monty'll
hunt; back for thet, an' If your KtrotiK
bluff don't go through, If (he Don's
CaiiK reu thinks of llashln' pins, then
we'll open up. An' all I j;ot to my Is
If them Creamers slntid for real kuii
play they'll be sure fust 1 over seen."
"Nels, there are white men In Hint
CiniKi" ald Stewart.
"Shore. Hut me an' Monty'll he
thlnkln' of thet. If they start any
thin' It'll hev to be shore quick."
"All rltfht, Nels, old friend, and
thanks." replied Stewart.
Nels returned to the cnmpllro, and
Stewart resumed his silent Riiard.
Madeline's guests sat talking In low
voices until n late hour. The Incident
now beKtm to take on the nature of
Helen's lons-ycunied-for ndciituro.
Some of the party even prow merry In
n subdued wny. Then, gradually, one
by one they tired imhI went to bed.
To keep r.oni thinking of Stewart
and the luiriiiiu; anger he had caused
her to feel for herself, Madeline tried
to keep her mind on other things. Hut
thought of him recurred, mid each time
'here was a hot commotion In her
1 reast hard to stllle. Intelligent rea
soning seemed out of her power. In
Hie daylight It had beep possible for
Jer to be oblivious to Stewart's deceit
after the moment of Its realization. At
night, boeer. In the strange silence
and hoxerlug shadows of gloom, with
the speaking Mars neemlng to call to
her, with the moan of the wind In the
pines, and the melancholy mourn of
coyotes in flirt distance, she was not
able to govern her thought and emo
tion. She had Inadvertently henrd
Nels conversation with Stewart ; nhe
had listened, hoping to hear some good
news or to hear the worst; she had
learned hoth, and, moreover, enlighten
ment on one point of Stewart's com
plex motives. lie wished to spare her
any sight that might offend, frighten,
or disgust her. Yet this Stewart, who
jdiowed n fineness of feeling that might
have been wanting even In Hoyd Har
vey, maintained a secret rendezvous
with that pretty, abandoned Itonltii.
Here alwnys the hot shame, like u
live, stinging, Internal fire, abruptly
ended Madeline's thought. The hours
wore on, and nt length, as the stura
Jbejjjin to pale nnd there was no sound
whatever, she fell asleep.
She was called out of her slumber.
Duy had broken bright and cool. The
aun was still below the eastern crags.
Ambrose, with several other cowboys,
had brought up buckets of spring wa
ter, and hot coffee and cakes. Made
line's party appeared to be none the
worse for the night's experience. In
deed, the meager breakfast might hnve
been as merrily partaken of as It was
hungrily had not Ambrose enjoined
"They're expecting company down
below," he said.
This Information and the suiniiinr.v
milliner In which the cowboys soon led
"I Promise Not to Make Any Noise,"
the party higher up among the ruined
shelves of rock caused u recurrence of
anxiety. Madeline InsMed on not giv.
Ing beyond a projection of cliff from
which she could see directly down Into
"Ambrose, do you really think the
guerrillas will come?" she asked.
"Sure. We know. Nels Just rode
In and said they were on their way up.
Mlsa Hammond, can I trust you? You
won't let out a squeal If there's a light
down there? Stewart told me to hide
you out of sight or keep you from
"I promise not to muke uny noise,"
Madeline arranged her coat so that
nbjccauhi lie vui0D lU.Mjd settled down
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to wait developments. There came u
slight rattling of stones In the rear.
She turned to see Uelcu sliding down
ii bank with a perplexed and troubled
cowboy, Ambrose sternly and heio
Ically prepared to carry her bnck to
the others. He laid hold of her. In n
fury, with eyes blazing, Helen whis
pered: "Let go of me I Majesty, what does
this fool ineaiP"
Madeline laughed. She knew Helen,
and hud marked the whisper, when or
dinarily Helen would hive spoken Im
periously, and not low. Madeline ex
plained to her the exigency of tne sit
uation. "I might run, hut I'll never
scienin," said Helen. With that Am
brose bad to be content to let her stay.
However, he found her a place some
what farther hack from Madeline's po
sition, where he said there was less
danger of her being seen. Then he
Mernly bound her to silence, tarried a
moment to comfort Christine, his wife,
acting as maid to the ladles, and re
turned to where Madeline lay con
cealed. He had been there scarcely n
moment when he whispered :
"I hear bosses. The guerrillas are
Madeline's hiding place was well
protected from possible discovery from
below. She could peep over a kind of
parapet, through un opening in the
tips of the pines that reached up to
tin cliff, and obtain a commanding view
of i In- camp circle and Its Immediate
surroundings. She could not, however,
see far either to right or left of the
camp, owing to the obstructing foliage
Presently the sound of horses' hoofs
quickened the beat of her pulse and
cmised her to turn keener gaze upon
the cowboys below.
Although she had some Inkling of
the course Stewart and his men were
to pursue, she was not by any means
prepared for the Indifference she saw.
Frank was asleep, or pretended to he.
Three cowboys were lazily and uncon
cernedly attending to campllre duties,
such as baking biscuits, watching the
ovens, and washing tins und pots. The
elaborate set of aluminum plates, cups,
etc., together with tl)e other camp fix
tures that had done service for Made
line's party, bad disappeared. Nick
Steele sat with his back to u log, smok
ing his pipe. Another cowboy had Just
brought the horses closer Into eamn.
where they stood waiting to he sad
dled. Nels appeared to be fussing over
a pack. Stewart was rolling a cig
arette. Monty had apparently nothing
to do for the present except whistle,
which he was doing much more loudly
than melodiously. The whole ensem
ble gave an Impression of careless In
difference. The sound of horses' hoofs grew
louder and slowed Its heat. One of the
cowboys pointed down the trail, toward
which several of his comrades turned
their head for a moment, then went
on with their occupations.
Presently a shaggy, dusty horse
bearing a lean, ragged, dark rider rode
Into the camp and halted. Another
followed, and another. Horses with
Mexlcnn riders came In single file and
stopped behind the leader.
"Huenos dlas, senor," ceremoniously
said the foremost guerrilla.
Hy straining her ears Madeline
heard that voice, and she recognize.!
it as belonging to Don Carlos. S-ewart
answered the greeting In Spanish, nnd,
waving his hnnd toward the cnmptlrc.
added In KnglUh, "(Jet down and eat."
The guerrillas were anything but
slow In complying. They crowded to
the tire, then spread lu a little circle
and squutted upon the ground, laying
their weapons beside them. The cow
boys were not cordial lu their recep
tion of this visit, but they were hos
pliable. The law of the desert had
always been to give food and drink to
wayfaring men, whether lost or hunted
"They appear to be friendly enough,"
whispered Madeline. "Ambrose, tell
tne explain to me the real thing."
"Sure, dene thinks they're after
you lailies to carry you off. Hut
(cue Oli, dene's some hlghfalutln
lu his Ideus lately. Most of ns boys
think the guerrillas are out to rob
Whatever might have been the se
cret motive of Don Carlos and his men.
they did not allow It to Interfere with
a hearty appreciation of a generous
amount of food. Then, ns each and
eery one began to roll and smoke the
Inevitable cigarette of the Mexican,
there was ii subtle change in manner.
They smoked and looked about the
amp. olY Into the woods, up at the
crags, ami back at the leisurely cow
boys. They had the air of men waiting
"Senor," began Don Cnrlos, address
In?, Stewart. As he spoke he swept
bis sombrero to indicate the camp
Madeline could not distinguish his
words, hut his gesture plainly Indi
cated a question In regard to the rest
of the camping party. Stewarts reply
and the wave of his hand down the
trull meant that his party had gone
home. Stewart turned to some task,
and the guerrilla leader quietly
smoked. He looked cunning anil
thoughtful. Presently a blgboned man
with a bullet bead and a blistered red
face of evil coarseness got up and
threw away his cigarette. He was an
"Hev. cull." he cnllfsl In limit vol,.,.
1 "ain't ye. auln' to eoiuib. ua a drink?"
"My boys don't enrry liquor on the
(rail," replied Stewart.
"Haw, bawl I heerd over In Rodeo
thet ye was glttln' to be shore some
for temperance," said this fellow. "I
hate to drink water, but I guess I've
gotter do It."
He went to the spring, sprawled
down to drink, and all of a sudden he
thrust his arm down In the water to
bring forth a basket. The cowboys lu
the hurry of packing had neglected to
remove this basket; nnd It contained
hollies of wine and llr,uors for Made
line's guests. They had been sub
merged lu the spring to keep them
cold. The guerrilla fumbled with the
lid, opened It, and then got tip, uttering
a loud roar of delight.
Stewart made an almost Impercept
ible motion as If to leap forward; but
be checked the Impulse. "Guess my
parly forgot that. You're welcome to
Like bees the guerrillas swarmed
uround the lucky finder of the bottles.
The drink old not last long, and It
served only to llbenttu the spirit of
Like Bees'' the Guerrillas Swarmed
Around the Lucky Finder of the
recklessness. The several white out
laws bcgiin to prowl around the camp;
some of the Mexicans did likewise;
others waited, showing by their Ill
concealed expectancy the nature of
It was the demeanor of Stewart and
his comrades that puzzled Madeline.
Apparently they felt no anxiety or even
particular Interest. Don Cnrlos, who
a. been covertly watching them, now
mad his scrutiny open, even aggres
sive. The guerrilla leader seemed un
decided, but not lu any sense puzzled.
In her growing excitement Madeline
bad not clearly heard Ambrose's low
whispers ami she made an elTort to
distract some of her attention from
those below to the cowboy crouching
The quality, the note of Ambrose's
whisper bad changed. It had a slight
"Don't be mad If sudden-like I clap
my hands over your eyes, Mis Ham
mond," be was saying. "Somethln's
brewln' below. I never seen (iene so
coed. That's a dangerous sign lu him.
And look, see how the boys are work
In' together! Oh, It's slow and nccl-dent-like,
but I know It's sure not
accident. That foxy Greaser knows,
too. Hut niiiybe his men don't. If
they me wise they haven't sense
enough to care. The Don, though
he's worried. It's Nels and Monty he's
watchln'. And well he need do It!
There, Nick and Frank have settled
down on that log with Hooly. They
don't seem to' be packln' gun. Hut
look how heavy their vests hang. A
gun In each side! Those boys can pull
a gun and Hop over that log quicker
than you can think. Do you notice
how Nels and Monty and Gene are
square between them guerrillas nnd
the trail up here? It doesn't seem on
purpose, but It Is. Look at Nels and
Monty. How quiet they are coufabbln'
together, paying no attention to the
guerrillas. I see Monty look at Gent,
then I see Nels look at Gene. Well.
It's up to Gene. And they're goln' to
buck him. 1 reckon, Mixs Hammond,
there'll be dead Greasers round that
camp long ago If Nels and Monty
were foot-loose. They're behoblln' to
Gene. That's plain." And. Lord : how
it tickles me to watch them! Hoth
packln' two foity-rivos, butts swlngln
clear. There's twenty -four shots In
them four guns. And there's twenty-
three guerrillas. If Nels .and Monty
ever throw guns at that close range,
why, Jiefon you'd know what was up
there'd be a idle of Greasers, Therel
Stewart said something to the Don. I
wonder what, I'll gamble it was some
thing to get the Don's outfit all closo
together. Sure! Greasers have no
sense. Hut them white guerrillas
they're lookln' some dubious. What
over's comln' off will come soon, you
can bet. I wish I was down there.
Hut maybe It won't come to a scrap.
Stewart's set on avoldln' that He's
a wonderful chap to get his way. Lord,
though, I'd like to see hi in go alter
that overbcarln' Greater! See! the
Don can't stand prosperity. All this
strange behavior of cowboys Is beyond
his pulque-soaked brains. Then he's
a Greaser. If Gene doesn't kwM; him
lun. tiie huiul iimseatlit iut'll kcalu to
get OTr his fcnre, rven of NcH and
Monty. Hut Gene 'II pick out the right
time. Never uaw Nels lu but one
light, then ho Just shot h Greaser's
u rm off for tryln' to draw on him. Hut
I've heard all about him. And Monty I
Monty's the real old-fashioned gun
man. What I don't understand In how
Monty keeps so quid and easy and
peaceful-like. That's not his way, w'th
such un outfit looktn for trouble.
O-liu I Now for the grand bluff. Looks
like no light at ull I"
The guerrilla leader br.d ceased his
restless steps and glances, and turned
to Stewart with something of bold
resolution In bis aspect.
"Graclas, senor," he subl. "Adlos."
He swept his sombrero In the direc
tion of the trail leading down the
mountain to Hie ranch; nnd as he com
pleted the gesture a smll", crafty and
Jeering, crossed his swarthy nice.
Ambrose whispered so low thht
Madeline scarcely heard him. "If the
Greaser goes that way he'll find our
horses and get wise to the trick. Oh,
he's wise now I Hut I'll gamble he
never even starts on that trail."
Neither hurriedly nor guardedly
Stewart rose out of his leaning posture
and took a couple of long strides
toward Don Carlos.
"Go hack the way you came," he fair
ly yelled ; and his video had the ring
of a bugle.
Ambrose nudged Madeline; his whis
per was tense and rnptd : "Don't miss
nothin'. Gene's called him. What
over's comln' oft will be here quick as
llghtnln'. S e! I guess maybe that
Greaser don't savvy good U. S. lingo.
Look ut that dlrly yaller face turn
green. Put one eye on Nels and
Monty! That's great Just to see
'em. Just as quiet and easy. Rut oh,
the difference I I . it nnd stiff that
means every muscle g like a rawhide
rlata. They're wai '. In' with eyes that
can see tlio workln's of them Greasers'
minds. Now there ain't a hoss-balr
between them ( leasers and b I!"
Don Carlos gave Stewart one long
malignant stare; then he threw back his
head, swept up the sombrero, and his
ell smile showed gleaming teeth.
"Senor " he began.
With nuigniticent bound Stewart was
upon him. The guerrilla's cry was
throttled in his throat. A fierce
wrestling ensued, too swift to see
clearly; then heavy, sodden blows, and
Don Carlos was beaten to the ground.
Stewart leaped back. Then, crouch
ing with his bauds on the butts of
guns nt his hips, be yelled, he thun
dered at the guerrillas. He had hem
quicker than a panther, and now bis
voice was so terrible thnt It curdled
Madeline's blood, and the menace of
deadly violence In his crouching posl
tloTi made her shut her eyes. Hut she
had to open them. In that single in
stant Nels and Monty had leaped to
Stewart's side. Roth were bent down,
with hands on the butts of guns at
their hips. Nels' piercing yell seemed
to divide. Monty'a roar of rage. Then
they censed, nnd echoes clapped from
the. crags. The silence of those three
men crouching like tigers about to leap
was more menacing than the nerve
Then the guerrllhiB wnvered and
broke und run for their horses. Don
Carlos rolled over, rose, and staggered
away, to be helped upon bis mount,
lie looked back, his pale nnd bloody
face that of a thwarted demon. The
whole baud got Into action and were
gone in a moment.
"I knew It," declared Ambrose.
"Never seen u Greaser who could face
gun-pluy. That was some warm. And
Monty Price never flashed n gun! He'll
never get over that. I reckon, Miss
Hammond, we're some lucky to avoid
trouble, (iene had his way, as you
seen. We'll be makln' tracks for the
ranch In about two shakes."
"Why?" whispered Madeline, breath
lessly. She became conscious that she
was weak and .shaken.
"Hecause the guerrillas sure will get
their nerve back, and come sneakln'
on our trail or try to bead us off by
anibusbln'," replied Ambrose. "That's
their way. Otherwise three cowboys
couldn't bluff a whole gang like that.
Gene know! the nature of Greasers.
They're whlte-llveiHl. Hut I reckon
we'te In more dunger now than before,
unless we get a good stmt down the
mountain. There! Gene's callln'.
Helen had slipped down from her
vantage point, and therefore bad not
seen the Inst act In that little camp
tire draiun. It seemed, however, that
her desire for excitement was satis
fied, for her face, was pale and she
trembled when she asked If the guer
rillas were gone.
Ambrose hurried the three women
over the rough rocks, down the cliff.
The cowboys below were saddling
horses In haste. Swiftly, ylth rcgiifd
only for life and limb, Madeline, Helen,
und Christine were lowered by lassoes
anil half carried down to the level. By
the time they were safely down the
other members of the party appeared
on the dill' above. They were In ex
cellent spirits, appearing to treat the
matter as a huge Joke.
Ambrose put Christine on n horse
and rodo away through the pines;
Frankle Slado did likewise with Helen.
Stewart led Madeline's horse up to
her, helped her to mount, and spoke
ono stern word, "Walt I" Then as fast
as ono of the women reached the level
she was put upon a horse and taken
away by u cowboy escort. 1'Yw words
were spoken. Haste seinneil to be the
great essential. The horses were
urged, and, once In the trail, spurred
and led Into u swift trot. One cowboy
drove up four pack-horses, and these
were hurriedly loaded witJi the party's,
baggage. Castleton and his com
panions mounted, und galloped off to
catch Clio others In the luad. Tills left
Madeline behind with Stewart and
Nels and Monty.
"Thuii'ra iiola' ta switch off at ilia
sMIer thet hearts nenr the. trail i fe
miles down," Nels was saying, an hn
lightened his saddle-girth. "Thet hoi
Iir bends Into a big canyon. Once in
thet, It'll be every man fer blsself. I
reckon there won't be anythln' wuss
(ban n rough ride."
Nels smiled reassuringly nt Made
line, but he did not speak to her.
Monty took her canteen and filled It
ut the spring and hung It over the
pommel of her saddle. He put u couple
of biscuits In the saddle-bag,
"Don't f'erglt to take a drink an' n
bite as you're rldln' along," he said.
"An' 'don't worry, Mls Majesty. Stew
art ll be with you, an' me un' Nels
hangln' ou the bnck trail."
His somber and sullen face did not
change In Its strange Intensify, but
the look In Ids eyes Madeline felt she
would never forget. Left alone with
these three men, now stripped of nil
pretense, she reullzed how fortune had
favored her and what peril still hung
In the balance. Stewart swung astride
bis big black, spurred him, and whis
tled. At the whistle Majesty Jumped,
and with swift canter followed Slew
art. Madeline looked back to see Nels
already up and Monty handing him it
rifle. Then the pines hid her view.
Once In the trail, Stewart's borso
broke Into a gallop. Majesty changed
his gait and kept nt the black's heels,
Stewart called back a warning. The
low, wide-spreading branches of trees
might brush Madeline out of the sad
dle. Fast riding through the forest
along n crooked, obstructed trull called
forth all her alertness.
lUfore long Stewart wheeled at right
angles off the trail and entered a hol
low between two low bluffs, Madeline
saw tracks In the open patches of
ground. Here Stewart' horse took to
a brisk walk.
At last Madeline was brought to a
dead halt by Stewart end his horse
blocking the trail. Looking up, she
saw they were at the head of a can
yon that yawned benenth and widened
Its gray-walled, green-patched sloe.s
down to a black forest of fir. Retract
ing her gaze, Mudellue saw pa k
horses cros an open space a mile be
low, and she thought she saw the stag
hounds. Stewart's dark eyes searched
the slopes high up along the craggy
escarpments. Then he put the black
to the descent.
He led off to the right, zigzagging
an intricate course through the rough
est ground Madeline had ever ridden
over. He crashed through cedars,
threaded a tortuous way among
boulders, made his horse slide down
slanting banks of soft earth, picked u
slow nnd cautious progress hci'oss
weathered slopes of loose rock. Made
line followed, finding lu this ride u
tux on strength and Judgment. It was
dust nnd heat, u parching throat, that
caused her to think of time; and she
was amazed to see the sun sloping to
the west. Stewart never stopped; ha
never looked back; he never spoke.
"After a mile or so of easy travel
the ground again began to fall de
cidedly, sloping In numerous ridges,
with draws between. Soon night
shadowed the deeper gullies. Madeline
was refreshed by the cooling of the air.
Stewart traveled slow.y now. The
barks of coyotes seemed to startle him.
Olten be stopped to listen. And during
one of those Intervals the silence was
broken by sharp rille shots. Madeline
could not tell whether they were near
or far, to right or left, behind or he
foie. F.vldontly Stewart was both
alarmed and battled. He dismounted.
He went cautiously forward fo listen.
Madeline fancied she heard a cry, low
and far away. It was only that or a
coyote, she convinced herself, yet It
was so walling, ;;o human, thnt slio
shuddered. Stewart came bnck. He
slipped the bridle of both horses, and
he led them. Kvery few paces he
He Went Cautiously Forward to
stopped to listen. He changed his di
rection several times, and the last time
he got among rough, rocky ridges. Tint ,
Iron shoes of the horses ciacked on thtf '
rocks. That cound must bine pene
trated far IiWo the forest. It perturbed
Stewart, for he searched for softer
ground. Meanwhile the shadows !
merged Into darkness. The stars shone. '
The wind rose. Madellnu belVned
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