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<j»l> •"Mil.1,! able <**§• Concealed their VMMMllts from UM tenth. At last )fo<M» tVtMd sharply itM plunged Into wtit l#IUbled * narrow nvtM through fee ridge. 8«n they struggled knee deep In the wind, but finally emerged OC the AUTHOR. OF THB PBV1L'.5 OWT-J "MY"LADY" OF THE NORTH * ETC CHAPTER XIII--Continued I0"v . It's Moore's team, all right," he whispered back, "and Matt Is driving them. There Isn't anyone else on the seat, so I guess he must be alone." "We can't be sure of that" returned Brennan, wise In guarding against {surprises. "There was another fellow with him on the out trip and he might ibe lying down back in the wagon. !We'd better both of us hold 'em up. I can hear the creak of the wheels now, so maybe you best slide down. Is the wutft loaded?" **l4avellng light, I should say," and Westeott after one more glance, crept down the sand heap and Joined the waiting man below. Both stood intent and ready, revolvers drawn, listening. The heavy wheels grated in the sand, ithe driver whistling to while away the dreary pull and the horses breathing iheavily. Moore pulled them up with a Jerk as two figures leaped Into view, Ms whistle coming to an abrupt pause. "H--l's Are!" was all he said, staring •dumbly down into Brennan's face over the front wheel. "Where in Sam Hill did you come from?" Tm the one to ask questions, son," returned the little marshal, the vicious blue barrel shining In the sunlight, "and the smarter yon answer the less reason I shall have to hurt yer. Don't reach for that gun! Are you traveling alone?" Moore nodded, his hands wp, tat still grnsplng the reins. "Then climb down over the wheel. Jim, take a look under that canvas; Moore, here, is generally a genial sort W* ' A i* * ' •WHsre la Sam Hill Did Yow Come From?" •* liar and we'd better be sure. All right--h£y ? Then dismount. Matt, and be quick about it. Now unbuckle that belt and hand the whole outfit over to Westeott; thai we'll teifc business together." He shoved his own weapon back Into its holster and faced the prisoner, who bad recovered from his first shock of Surprise and whose pugnacious temper was beginning to assert itself. Brennan read this in the man's sulky, defiant glance, and his lips smiled grimly. "Getting bullish, are you, Matt?" he said, rather softly. "Goin" ter keep a . dose tongue In yer head; so that's the game? Well, I wouldn't, son, if I was yon. Now, see here, Moore," and the marshal's eyes were like flints. "You know me, I reckon, an* that I ain't much on boys' play. You never heard tell o' my hlttln' anybody Just fer fun, did yer?" There was no answer. "An' yer never heard no one say." went on Brennan, "that I was afraid ter hit when I needed to. I reckon also yer knows what sorter man Jim Westeott Is. Now the two ov us ain't out here in this d d Shoshone desert fer the fun of it--not by a Jugful. Get that fact into yer head, son, an' maybe if 11 bring yer some sense. Do yer get mer , "Yes," sullenly and reluctantly, "but yer haven't got nuthln' on me/' "Oh, haven't I? You drove a young " woman out here from Haskell night " afore last for Bill Lacy. Ain't abduction no crime? An' that's only one count. I've had an eye on you for more'n six months, an' Lacy's been making a cat'spaw out of you all that time. Well, Lacy is playln' his last hand right now, an' I've got, the cards." The marshal paused, fully aware that he had struck home, then added quietly: "It allers struck me. Matt, that naturally you was a pretty decent fellow, but had drifted In with a bad crowd. I'm,, offering you now a Chance to get straight again." He tbrew back his coat and exhibited his •tar. Ter see, I ain't Just talkln' ter yer as Dan Brennan--Tm the law." The boy, for he was scarcely more than that In years, shuffled his feet uneasily, and his eyes wandered from Brennan to Westeott. The look of sultan defiance had vanished. "Wotcher wanter ask?" v "Who was with you the out-trip, •tag with Miss Donovan?" "Joft Slltttk" "And yer left him back there, guarding the girl?" "He stayed; them was the orders, while I was to bring back the team; but I reckon he won't need to do no guardin' to speak of, fer WA.rua inter a bunch o' fellows." "How many are theyT* "yj':' "Maybe a- dozen; I don't Juist know." "What was done with the young lady?" f • Moore spat vindictively into the sand, digging a hole with his heel. He had talked already more than he Intended. but what was the difference? "Cateras took her," he admitted, "but I don't know whar. I tried ter find out whar she was, but nobody'd tell me. Then I had ter pull out" Westeott Interjected a question. "What's the valley like, an' how do you get Into It?" "Well, Td say It was Just a sort o* sink In the desert, a kinder freak. Anyhow, I never saw nuthin' like It afore. The walls Is solid rock, almost straight up an' down, but thar's a considerable stream flowin' down thar that Just bursts out a hole In the rock, an' plenty o' grass fer quite a bunch of steers." "How do they get .down Into It?" " 'Long a wlndln* trail on the west side. It used to be mighty rough, I reckon, an' only good fer hikers, but they fixed it up so they can drive cattle down, an' even a wagon If yer take it easy." "And there is no other way to the bottom except along this trail?" "That's 'bout all." Brennan and Westeott looked at each other, both uncertain as to the next step. What were they to do with their prisoner? And how could they proceed toward effecting the rescue of the helpless girl? It was a problem not easy to solve. If what Moofe told them was true. The latter shuffled his feet in the sand, lifted his eyes shrewdly, and studied the faces of his captors. He was figuring his own chance. "You fellows want ter get down Inter the valley?" he asked at last "Yes," and Brennan turned again quickly, "If it can be done. Of course thar's only two of us, an' it would be sort o' foolish tryin' ter fight a way through, even ag*in* Mexicans. Fifteen ter two is some odds, but 'taln't in my nature, or Jim's here, ter turn round an' leave that girl in the hands o' them cusses--Is it Jim?" "I never will," replied Westeott earnestly. "Not If I have to tackle the whole outfit alone." "You won't have to do that What's the idea, Moore?" "Oh, I was Just thlnkin'," he answered, still uncertain. "If I show yer a way, what Is thar in It fer me?" Brennan stiffened, his features "expressing nothing. "What do you mean? I'm an officer o* the law!" "I know It; I ain't asking yer ter make no promise. But yer word will go a h--1 ov a ways if this ever gets in court If I help yer I've got to be protected from Bill Lacy. He'd kill me as quick as he'd look at me. Then I'd want yer ter tell the Judge how it all happened. I know ye're square, Dan Brennan, an' whatever yer says goes." The marshal stuck out his hand. "That's the gospel truth, Matt" he said gravely, "an' I'm with yer till the cows come borne. What Is It yon know?" "Well," with a quick breath as he took the plunge, "it's like this, marshal; there is just one place out yonder," and he waved his hand to Indicate the direction, "on the east rim o' the valley, where yer might get down. Ye'd have ter hang on tooth an' toenail; but both of yer are mountain men, an' I reckon yer could make the trip If yer teok it careful an' slow like." Westeott asked: "How can we get there safely? Can you guide us?" Moore swept his eyes over the dull range of sand, expectorated thoughtfully, and rammed his hands deep Into his trouser-pockets. He was slow about answering, but the two- men waited motionless. "If It was me," he said finally, Td take it on foot It'll be a Jaunt ov near on to three miles, unless yer want ter risk bein' seen by them Mexes on the main trail. You couldn't go straight, but would have ter circle out an' travel mostly behind that ridge o' sand thar to the left Goln' that a-way nobody's likely ter get sight o' yer on foot You couldn't take no j boss, though. Here'd be my plan: j Lead this yere outfit o' mine an' your I ponies back inter them sand dunes | whar nobody ever goes. They're tired 'nough ter stand, an' there ain't anything fer 'em to graze on. Then we kin hoof It over ter the place I'm tellin' yer about an' yer kin sorter size it up fer yerselves. That's -fair, ain't it?" . They went at It with a will. The team was driven Into the security of the sand drifts and unhitched. The saddles were taken from the backs of the ponies, and what grain Moore had in the wagon was carefully apportioned among the four animals. Satisfied these would not stray, the men looked carefully to their supply of ammunition and set forth on their tramp. This proved a harder journey than either Brennan or Westeott had anticipated, for Moore led off briskly, tafcia# a wKtedrcla, until a eonstderrlm overlooking the valley. So perfectly was It concealed they were within ten feet of the edge before the men, their heads bent in the strenuous effort to advance, even realized Its immediate presence. Moore grinned as he noted the surprise depicted on tttelr faces, fend waved his hand. "Yer better lie down an' crawl up ter the edge," he advised. "Some hole, ain't it?" "I should say so," and Westeott dropped to Lis knees, "I never dreamed of such a place. Dan, alnt this an eye-opener?" ^ "It sure is," and the marshal crept cautiously forward. "Only It's devils who've got possession. What's that down below. Matt? Houses, by Jingo! Well, don't that beat h--1?--all the comforts of home.'* "Two big cabins," .explained Moore, .rather proud of his knowledge. "Carted the logs In from ol* Baldy, more'n forty miles. Creep up a bit an' HI show yer how the trail runs. Don't be afeerd: nobody kin see yer from down below." "All right son; where Is It?" "It starts at the foot o' that bowlder," indicating with his finger, "an' goes along the shelf clear to the end; then thar's a drop ov maybe five feet to that outcroppln' o' rock just below. It's wider than it looks to be from yere. After that yer can trace It quite a spell with yer eyes, kinder sidlln' ter the left, till yer come to that dead root ov a cedar. Then thar's a gap or two that ain't over easy, an' a slide down ter another shelf. Yer can't miss it cause there's no other way ter go." # "And what's at the bottom?" "Them huts, an' the mouth of fl Mg cave just behind 'em. I reckon it's in the cave they've got the gal; there's places there they kin shut up, but I don't know what they was ever made fer. I asked Lacy wunst but he only laughed." The two men lay flat, staring down. It was almost a sheer wall, and the very thought of climbing along the almost Impassable path pointed out by Moore made Westeott dizzy. It was such a sheer, precipitous drop, a path --If path it could be called--so thickly studded with danger the mind actually ^colled in contemplation. They were still sitting there crosslegged In the sand when the silence was suddenly punctuated by the sharp report of a revolver. The sound barely reached their ears, yet It undoubtedly came from below, and all three were upon their feet when a second shot decided the matter. * Westeott was first at the rim, staring eagerly downward. For a moment all he noticed was a man lying on the ground In front of the small hut, but almost Immediately men began to swarm out through the door of the bunk-house, and a horseman came spurring from the- field beyond. The men were armed, several with guns In their hands; all with revolvers buckled at the waist and they bunched there, Just outside the door, evidently startled, but not knowing which way to turn. The figurejpn the ground lifted itself partly, and the fellow must hate called to the others, although no sound of a voice attained the summit of the cliff, for the whole gang rushed In that direction, and clustered about, gesticulating excitedly. An occasional Spanish oath exploded from the mass with sufficient vehemence to reach the strained ears above, and the watchers were able to perceive the fellows lift the fallen man to his feet, and untie his hands, which were apparently secured behind his back. He must have been wounded also, for one sleeve was hastily rolled up, and water brought from the stream, in which it was bathed. Moore's hand closed convulsively on the marshal's arm. It's ol* Mendez, as I'm a livin' pinner," he announced hoarsely. "An* somebody's plunked him. What'd yer make o* that?" Brennan never removed his gase from the scene below, but his face was tense with Interest "Blamed If I know; might be a< mere row--hold on, there! Whoever did It , ILL. Westeott Was the First at the Rim, Staring Eagerly Downward. Is in that cabin; watch what they're up to, now." More guns were brought forth from the bunkhouse, and distributed ; the single horseman rode swiftly up the valley, and a half-dozen of the fellows lugged a heavy timber up from the corral, and dropped it on the ground in front of the smaller cabin. Mendez, his arm In a sling, passed from group to group, profanely busy, snapping out orders, V . „ with tfcat kttt* siki^Ml lii twsea IMS ctancbed teeth, "Xhftt wait* head dowa t&sfe is boUiag irith mge> *nd whoever the poor devil, or devils, may be, they'll have to fight." "Yes, but who are they?" and Breix nan sat up. "The whole gang must b« outside there; I counted fourteen. Then, did you notice? Mendez had his hands bound behind his back. He couldn't even get up until those fellows untied him. That's what puzzles ms," y , "It would take more than one to do that Job. Maybe we'll find cut now-- he's pounding with a. revolver butt on the front door." They listened breathlessly, hanging recklessly over the rim of the chasm, and staring at that strange scene beloW, birt the man's words only reached them broken and detached. They got enough, however, to realize that he demanded the unbarring of the door, and that he both threatened and promised protection to whoever was within. It was the language he employed that aroused Westeott ~ "Did ybu hear that?" he asked shortly. "The man spoke English. Whoever's in there doesn't understand Spanish. Were any Americans down there when you left Moore?" "Joe Sikes, and a fellow they call 'Shorty,' but they're both outside; that was Joe who bound up ol* Mendez' arm, an' Shorty was helpin' bring up the log." The eyes of Brennan and Westeott met understandlngly. "Yer don't suppose that glrlr--" "Ay«, but I do," and Westcott's voice proved his conviction. "There's nothing too nervy for her to tackle if it needed to be done. But she never could have corralled Mendez alone." "Then there must be another along with her--that fellow yer told me about likely." "Fred Cavendish 1 By Jove, It would be like him. Say, boys, I'm going down and take a hand In this game." The marshall gripped him. "Not yet Jim I It ain't dark enough. Walt a bit more an' I'm with yer, old man. ItH be blacker than h--1 down there In fifteen minutes, an* then we'll have some chance. They'd pot us now sure .afore we got as far as that cedar. What Is the gang up to now, Matt?" "There a goln' ter bust In the door," and Moore craned his head farther out over the edge In eagerness to see. "I reckon they didn't glt no answer that pledged 'em. See ol' Mendez hoppln' about! Lord! he's mad 'nough to eat nails. Thar comes the log--say, they hit that some thump; thar ain't no wood that's goln' ter stand agin them blows long. Do yer hear?" They did; the dull reverberation as the log butt crashed against the closed door was plainly audible. Once, twice, three times it struck, giving forth at last the sharper crackling of splintered) wood. The door crashed in; there was a' fusillade of shots; the spits of fire cleaving the dusk, and throwing the figures of the men Into sudden bold relief. The log wlelders sprang aside, and the others leaped forward, yelling wildly and plunging In through the broken doorway. An Instant later three muffled reports rang out from the Interior-- one deep and booming, the others sharper, more resonant--and the Invaders tumbled backward into the open, seeking shelter. Westeott was erect Brennan on hands and knees. "D- n me!" ejaculated the latter, his excitement conquering restraint "Whoever they are, Jim, they're givln' ol' Mendez his belly full. Did yer hear them shots? There's sure two of 'em in thar--one's got a shotgun an' the other a revolver. I'll bet yer they punctured some o' those lads. Lord! They come out like rats." Westcott's teeth gripped. 'Tm going down," he said grtmly, "If I have to go alone." Brennan scrambled to his feet. "Just a second, Jim, an' Fm with yer. Moore, get up yere. Now, what do yer say? Can we count you In on this shindig?" "Sure; didn't I Just tell you so?" Brennan wheeled about "Give him his gun, Jim, and the belt" he commanded briefly. "I don't send no man into a fracas like this unless he's heeled. Leave yer coats here, an' take It slow. Both of yer ready?" Not until his dying day will Westeott ever forget the moment he hung dangling over the edge of that pit following Moore who had disappeared, and felt gingerly in the darkness for the narrow rock ledge below. At best they could only creep, feeling a way blindly from crag to crag, clinging desperately to every projection, never venturing even the slightest movement until either hand or foot found solid support. Moore led, his boyish recklessness and knowledge of the way giving him an advantage. Westeott followed, keeping as close as possible, endeavoring to shape his own efforts in accordance with the dimly outlined form below; while Brennan, short-legged and stout, probably had the hardest task of all In bringing up the rear. There was nothing but intense blackness down there--a hideous chasm of death clutching at them; the houses, the men, the whole valley was completely swallowed In the night. Twice Westeott had to let go entirely, trusting to a ledge below to stop his fall; once he traveled a yard, or more, dangling on his hands over the abyss, his feet feeling for the support beyond; and several times he paused to assist the shorter-legged marshal down to a lower level. Their progress was that of the snail, yet every Inch of the way they played with death. Fifty feet below, Just as Moore rounded the dead cedar, the guns began again, the spits of red flame lighting up the outlines of the cabin, and the dark figures of men. It was as though they looked down into the pit, watching the brewing of some sport of demons--the movements below them weird, grotesque--rendered horrible by those sudden glares of light. This firing was all from without, and was unanswered ; no boom of shotgun replied, no muffled crack of revolver. Yet It must have been for a purpose, for the men crouching against the cliff, their faces showing ghastly In the flashes of jwsdir, were able to perceive a •gainst something with lbs <4 a cstqbolt, and a yell rolled up through ths^light At last Moore stepifcL. and waited until Westeott was Mir enough for him to whisper in the other's ear. "There's a drop yere, *bout ten or twelve feet, I reckon; an' then Just a slope to ther bottom. Don't make no more noise then yer hays to, an' give me a chance ter glt out of ther way afore yer let go." Westeott passed the word back across his shoulder to Brennan, who was panting heavily, and watched, as best he could on hands and knees, while Moore lowered himself at arm's length over the narrow rock ledge. The boy loosened his grip, but landed almost noiselessly. Westeott, peering over, could see nothing; there was beneath only impenetrable blackness. Silently he also dropped and his feet struck earth, sloping rapidly downward. Hardly had he advanced a yard, when the little marshal struck the dirt, with a force that made him grunt audibly. At the loot of this pile of debris, Moore waited for them, the night so dark down there in the depths, Westcott's outstretched hand touched the fellow before he was assured of hia presence. The Mexicans were still; whatever deviltry they were up to, It was being carried on now In silence; the only 1 Moore Lowered Himself Arm's Length Over the Narrow Rook Ledge. sound was a muffled scraping. Brennan yet struggled for breath, but was eager for action. He shoved his heqd forward, listening. "What do yer make o' that noise?" he asked, his words scarcely audible. "I heerd It afore yer come up," returned Moore. "'Tain't nuthln' regular. I figure the Mex are goln' in through that winder they busted. That sound's their boots scaling the wall." "Ever been Inside?" "Wunst; ter take some papers ter Lacy." (TO BE CONTINUED.) HISTORY BOOKS ARE WRONG Documentary Evidence Concerning Declaration of Independence and Llneoln'e Gettysburg 8peech. The Declaration of Independence wasn't signed on July 4, 1770. Abraham Lincoln didn't dash off his famous Gettysburg address on an old envelope as he rode on the train to Gettysburg. Most likely, George Washington never chopped down the cherry tree. The manuscript division of the library of congress isn't sure about the cherry tree episode, because George didn't write a letter aboyt It but It holds documentary evidence regarding the other two illusions of our school days, so the history books that we studied so trustfully were wrong. 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