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wmm*: •«***•- •• „ ••' * y , ,-x - tfli-- r-tr-'f ft-fcfciffi*'* •-••'•• - aaL^Jfc^n^ THE McHENRY PLAJNDEALER, McHENRY, ILL. COMRADES ~~a RANDALL PARAR,C.^cIC/S.L//HPG &I C O CHAPTER XI--Continued. --11-- **Yes," she admitted, "that wis about all." ;•••.• • --vA' •<,'. "So, now he's dead.; lite don't cat no Ice anymore." / " ' ' ' . "'But are yon sure he's dead?" "Sore?" sneeringly. "I don't know bow I could be no *u»r. I turned the cuss over an' he wiis cold then. Too don't need worry none about that. Walt a minute till I see 'who the guy was what tried to break In here." Shelby could he.*tr Macklin cross the foom. and jerk the blanket from />ff the bodies. The fellow pave utterance to an oath of astouishmeat at the eight revealed. "My God! Did yon ever see anything like that? Looked toother like two stacs. H--1! Sam was shot, but lie pot the white puy even after he Was dead. D--n me, if It ain't Hank Slnpin! Now, what does that mean? I reckon Hanley sent the galoot in here. That cpmes-from spillin' tilings when yer drunk. Say. you an' I have got to get out of here. I'll tell you about it as quick as I can. It's plain enough Hanley's got his eyes on you, an' will double-cross me if he once fits a chance." "What is it yon mean? I.do not understand." "Naturally yer don't, seeln' I ain't tuld yer nothin'. But now that I know yer ain't pining away over that feller Shelby. I reckon the sensible thing fer me to do is ter talk straight. There's goin' ter be h--1 to pay in this valley before long, and the sooner we get out o' here the,better. I run across • soldier 'bout half way ter Gerlasche, an' he give me a pointer that made me Wheel about, an' ride back." "The Indian outbreak?" "Sure; the troops got in. an' rounded most of the Sioux up. They had a ' light at Wounded Knee, over yonder, an' licked h--1 out of the reds. Some ef 'em got away though, an' come trail in" west--mostly young ones, I j reckon--an' now they're sendln' cav- j airy out ter ride 'em down. That's i what he was after, a bunch to come j ecoutin' in through here." "Here? Wolves' hole?" "Mor'n likely; he didn't say nothin' •bout that. But they're mighty liable call. I'm fer gittin' out, while the gpin's good. That's what I come back for--to get you, and skip." "To--to get me?" "Of course. I'll tell yer about, ft now, an' you'll go all right. I reckon you •ever thought I run off with you Mtause I loved you?" "No--you--you loved me?" "That's the way of It. J, saw you long before that funeral down to Ponca; but this guy Shelby horned In •fore I was ready to act. Tou didn't . care nnthin' for him. So I says to myself, then, I'll have her; I'll take her whether she wants me or not. Long, as she don't love him, I'll make her love me--see? Course I didn't aim to 4o no killing; that" was Just ah accident like, an' I didn'tdo it nohow. It > Was Sam here who got gay, and beaned Bbelby." "But what would you do with toe. If --If he had been alive?" "There ain't no use discussln' that, fer he ain't alive. It's what I want ter do now that counts. Maybe I had 4 plan then, an' maybe I didn't. But •ow I got it all planned up proper. I'm a goin' ter marry you. An that goes whether yer're willin' or not. , I ain't even askln' you." ' The expression of her face must fluive brought the fellow a realization ifcat perhaps he was going altogether too fast, for he broke in with an explanation. "See here now, don't get huffy. I *ln't no Western rough-neck for you tp be ashamed of. I belong down East m ol* Virginia, an' we got money to '/•urn. That's straight goods. My real Pame ain't Macklin at all; it's Churchill. I mean business an' ju^t as soon *s Indian Joe gets down h^jre with some horses, we're a goln' ter start." "For where?" her voice trembling In Bplte of every effort at self-control. "To , Gerlasche first; there's a preacher there, an' then on to God's country just as fast as the train will take us. That's my program, an' let me tell you, I'll be d--n glad ter git away from Injuns, Mexs, an' the rest ©' this rotter, outfit. No, you wait; that will be Indian Joe comin' now." The door between the two rooms had closed partially, yielding doubtless to some faint draught of air, so that Shelby ventured to survey the scene through the narrow crack near the hinges. Matters were becoming so complicated he was fit his wits end. He had delayed too long, and, perhaps, it had been a mistake to advise the girl to thus appear friendly to this brute. Now, Instead of being con fronted by the Kid a'.one, he must also face Laud, if he would prevent her being carried away the second time. The situation had become desperate. He could see the girl standing pressed close to the wall, the light from the broken window on her face, her eyes anxiously watchful of the movements of Macklin, who had turned and was fronting the outer door, one hand resting in re^lint-ss on the butt of his "45." Then that opening was shadowed, and the bulky figure of the squaw-man suddenly appeared. His first utterance wns full of ill-humor. "Well, I got your message. and am here," he said roughly. "What the li--I is up, Macklin?" - ^ "Everything is, from a}l I heat," was * the short reply. . "Your Ipdiaas are licked already, ain't they?" "Yes; I expected that; I told them how It would be." "To be sure you'did, but you never thought every runaway buck would make for this Hole. But they have: and you know what that means, I reckon. They will be smoked out sooner or later- ©° 5"ou wnnt to. stay, and be smoked out with 'em? I'm for getting out of here now--tonight, Joe. I don't intend being •caught in this net; an' you are a d--d fool if you don't feel in the same way. There is a chance now to make it. but tomorrow may be too late.; How about your cattle?" "I sent them Into the Bad Lands." Macklin laughed. "That proves what you think about it. All right then: we'll ride out together. . Got three horses out there?" "Yes, and a pack; that's what the Indian told me to bring. Tli# woman going along?" "Sure she is. H--1, we've fixed things all up. We're goin' to get married over at Gerlasche. I'm aimin' ter take you along for best man." Laud evidenced his surprise and incredulity with a grunt, and a swift glance at jhe silent girl, shrinking back against the wall. "What about Pancha TV he asked dryly. ' "That little Devil! Pooh! when she hears about it, I'll be east of the Missouri. She's all right for a Mex, but this time I mean business, Joe. Don't you forget it, I'm playin' for big don't no Pancha What's the matter stakes, an' there stand In my way. with y<#u?" "Well, I ain't so sure you're goin' ter git off so scot free," returned Laud slowly. "There's a fellow been in here huntin' you; an' I reckon he •What the H--I !« Up, MacklinV* must be here yet--leastways I don't know how; the cuss could have got out." , "A man' huntin' me? You're dreamin'." "No I ain't. The fellow joined my outfit up on the mesa yesterday-- sorter big fellow with light hair, an' a smooth face. He put up quite a spiel, and claimed his name was Churchill. I didn't mor'n half believe him, but not knowin' what was up, I let the cuss drift in along with us. I aimed to see you as soon as we got In; but h--1, you had skipped, while Hanley, who might have knowed something, was up at the cove. I sent 'Juan after him, for by that time I was sure the guy was some d--n spy. The hoss he was ridin' had the same brand of them cattle I drove in." "The same brand? What brand?" "The Three Stars; they come from Shelby's ranch up on the Cottonwood, "H--1! A big fellow, you said with light hair, and smooth face?" "That's him; grayish eyes, an' rides like a cavalryman,. I never saw the galoot before, but I wan't goin' to take no chances, so I got his gun, and locked him up." , "Whore?" : , "In that cell room in VULemonte's cabin." "And he's there yet?" "No, he 'ain't; that's the trouble. Somehow he got hold of a knife; must have It hid on him, I reckon. Enyhow he cut them bars at the window, »n' wiggled through." I "And he hasn't been caught?" "Ain't seen hide ner hair o' him. Some guy helped him outside--there was prints of two kinds of boots plain enough under the window; but after that they might , just as well have gone up in the air." * "Two o' 'em. The other couldn't have been llauley, or Slagin, could it?" 'Ho\y the h--I do I know? I never caught sight o' nothin' but the print of that boot. I scouted up the creek; then that first bunch o' Indians come trailin' in. an' I had no time to think about anything since, ouly gettin' my cattle out o' here." /'But you'll go with us now?" > "For a ways, asyhow; I reckon there ain't nothin' else to do; them soldiers is bound to get here." "And the sooapr we're off the better, i Tou ready?*' He wheeled and confronted the shrinking, frightened girl, who made no reply. "Well, by God! you better be. Get tbe horses, Joe; I'll fetch ber along, all right" Shelby straightened up. In spite of the odds,'he must act now, or never. Yet, before he could take a step forward, a single shot rang out sharply. He saw Macklin fling up his arms, and reel backward, his body striking the half-open door, before it crashed to the floor, and lay motionless. The Impact of Macklln's body had flung the door wide open, leaving Shelby fully exposed to view. For an Instant, however, the startled and bewildered Laud failed to note his revealment against the darkness of that interior. He had leaped back instantly to the protection of the wall, and, gun In hand, crouched there with eyes fixed on the broken window opposite. Shelby was swift to take advantage oft. his surprise. Wherever the shot had "come from, whoever had fired it, his concealment was no longer possible. There must be no hesitancy, no delay. He stepped across the motionless body, with weapon flung grimly forward. "Hands up, Joe! Put them up first before you turn around. Stop that! Don't try any tricksfjr>on me. Now stand there--Olga." ? : "Yes." • "Take that gun out of fete hand; there Is another In his belt; get that also. That's right; now come over here; you understand firearms." "Yes. of course" wonderlngly, "I know bow to shoot." "I imagined so; Calkins would have taught you. Keep this fellow covered, and let him have it if he makes any effort to break away. Watch him closely, while I rip up that blarffcet, and tie him up." He left her with the gun steadily pointed, at Laud's head, the fellow cunllng. with hands up, his angry eyes following every movement. He was desperate, maddened by sudden helplessness, with the sneaking ferocity of a wolf, yet was temporarily held motionless by the deadly peril. Shelby stripped the ragged blanket from off the dead bodies under the bench, and began hastily to rip It apart. The black, bloated face of Slagln stared upward, and Indian Joe saw It for the first time, a sudden spasm of terror causing him to burst forth: "My God! That's Hank Slagln!" * "Sure it Is; he got his, an' you'll get yours If you drop those hands, you cur. Turn around now, and stop." Laud obeyed, his face ugly and threatening, and Shelby took a step closer, the strip of blanket In his hands, his revolver thrust back Into his belt. What Indian Joe saw will never be known; perhaps a slight wavering In the eyes of the girl, perhaps an Instunt lowering of her gun. But It was enough. All his hate and treachery drove him to a desperate chance. With the maddened leap of a wild beast, he sprang upon Shelby, gripped' him fiercely by the throat, »<nd the two went headlong to the floor. Olga fired, but without aim, missing them both, and dare not pull the trigger again, so tightly were the men grappled, as they rolled back and forth In frenzied effort to obtain mastery. Shelby, taken completely by surprise, was at a disadvantage, his throat crushed by sinewy hands, his loosened revolver flung half across the room. He could only struggle to break the hold of his antagonist, rolling over and over, and forcing the fellow's head back with every ounce of strength he could bring Into play. They were not unevenly matched, the two--Shelby the younger, and perhaps the stronger; but Laud a skilled fighter, hard as nails, and ready, to resort to any trick. Moreover, he knew what he had set out to accomplish, and bent every effort to prevent the frightened girl from getting a shot at him. He hung on, his straining hands, like a vise, twisting tighter and tighter Shelby's shirt band, careless of any Injury to himself so that he kept the body Of the latter in protection between him and Olga's revolver. Yet, with every move, every straining whirl of their bodies, he gained an inch nearer the open door. He fought like an animal, sinking his teeth into Shelby's flesh, and driving his knees into his body. It was silent, bitter fighting, every muscle strained to the utmost, and the squaw man won. They knocked over the bench, • and crashed out through the partially open door, rolling down the single step Into the weeds. Laud landed on top. his fingers still clutched on Shelby's throat, the latter half unconscious. Crazed, maddened as he was, the one desire to escape overcame his eagerness to kill, and Indian Joe, cursing, struck once at the upturned face, leaped to his feet and plunged into the sheltei of the weeds. Shelby, gasping painfully for breath, scarcely yet fully realizing what had occurred, lay motionless but for the quivering of his limbs. Indeed, he had scarcely forced open his eyes when Olga was beside him. "You--you are alive? He did not kill you?" He endeavored to smile, lifting himself upon one elbow. "No, no; I am all right," he gasped. "The fellow got my throat, and I couldn't break his hold. The treacherous hound got me that time. I was a fool, and off my guard; it is no fault of yours; I should, have taken no chances with the dog. Where did he go?" "Down there, through the weeds to the creek; he had a horse down below." "And rode away?" "I think so; I am not sure. I--cared for nothing then but you; I thought perhaps he had killed you." Shelby struggled to his feet, his strength returning, although he scarcely could swallow, and- every word he uttered pained him. "That devil will be back ; the Hole is full of Indians. Our only chance is to get away before be can gather a bunch of his kind together," . "Get away? Where?" * "Up the bluff; the place In which I hid last night. But waitmy revolver is inside the cabin." He started back, and Olga followed closely. Standing upon the step, and looking down the valley, his head now above the level of the surrounding weeds, Shelby's teeth clinched tightly to keep back an oath, and his eyes darkened. "There's no time left," he said grimly, pointing, "Laud has got his gang already; weYe sure up against it how." Even as she stood beside him, straining her neck to see, the cadence of a wild whoop came echoing to them from the distance; Laud and the Indians were coming across the flat, riding straight for the cabin, and lashing their ponies as they came. "Are--are they after us?" she sobbed, grasping his wm, "are--are you sure?" "No doubt of It; that's Laud a lead- In' 'em. Them Injuns will do whatever he says. Come In quick; we got to fight It out here, I reckon there ain't much chance, but I'm likely to get some o' that outfit. Hurry, Olga; there aiii't no time to lose." He crashed the door shut, and flung the bar Into place; then dragged forward the heavy bench and braced It as best he could. He had to feel along the floor to recover his lost weapon, and before he could straighten up again, the^. wild chorus of yells rang out close at hand, mingled with the sound of horses crashing recklessly through the maze of weeds, almost to the very door. He was the lighting man now. cool and eager. He looked straight into her eyess. "You are not frightened, little girl?" "Oh, yes I am; but--but I am not going to break down--you--you don't need to be afraid for me." "I'm not; I know the real thing when I see It. You'll stay till h--1 freezes over. Only see here first--do you know who these devils are out there?" • "Sioux Indiana, ain't they?" "Ay. and the worst of the tribe; outcasts, hell hounds, and the white man with 'em is no better. There ain't goin' to be no mercy in this fight. Whatever happens, don't you let 'em take you. Maybe they'll get me first, but if they do, you keep a shot In your gun* You know what I mean TV The lines about her mouth hardened ; there was a semblance of th« old sullen look in her eyes. "I know, Tom Shelby," she said steadily. "Dad Calkins used to tell me that before I ever met you. I ain't goin' to be made prisoner." He gulped In his throat, hl« Hps grim and hard-set. "Maybe you'd shake hands?" he asked doubtfully. "Seems to me I'd rather like It if you did." "Of course I will," and she thrust out both hands to him in sudden eagerness. "Why shouldn't I, Tom Shelby? I like you." In the darkness she could scarcely see his face, but she felt the grip of his fingers and caught the eager tremor in his voice. "I sure am glad you said that," he admitted, as helpless to express himself as a child. "I sorter wanted you to for--for a long while. H--11 That's Laud out there now." He stepped over beside the door, whipping both revolvers from his belt and holding one In each hand. A small, round hole had been dug through the adobe plaster between the logs and he bent down with his eye to the opening. A tall, rangy white man, with a dirty skiii and scraggling red beard was nearest at hand; and beyond him crouched an Indian naked to the waist, his face blackened and chest , disfigured with gaudy paint. There were others behind these scattered out in fan shape, but he could only make them out Indefinitely. Laud stood so close to the door his face could not be seen, but he held a rifle In his hands, pounding with the stock on the wood, as he angrily demanded admittance. "Come on out of there, yer big fool," he roared, maddened by the silence. "We saw yer go back inside an' we've got yer this time. Come on,,now; I won't ask you again t" "On what terms?" Shelby asked this more to prolong delay than anything else. The fellows knew they were there, and It was useless to pretend otherwise. "Terms--h--1!" and Indian Joe hurst out Into a loud laugh. "Hear the cock crow, Hanley. We'll make terms when we get hands on yer, yer row opening. The obstinate silence must have maddened the fellow, for he suddenly reversed his weapon and fired. The ball crashed through the wood, leaving a jagged,hole, and imbedded Itself in the solid log of a back wall. Before the smoke blew away Shelby replied, sighting out through the small aperture, determined to make every shot count. The nearest white man flung up his arm which dripped blood, grabbed It and ran; the crouching Indian behind, crumpled up as though crushed by some sudden weight and never moved. Laud sprang backward, startled by the swift response from within, the smoke swirling up between his fingers, and Shelby let drive. Whether the speeding bullet struck or missed he never knew, but the squaw-man gave one startled leap Into the concealment of "Come on Out of There, Yer Big Fool." the weeds, fell headlong, and then went scrambling down to the b^nk of the stream. It was all so swiftly accomplished as to seem like a flashlight picture. When the smoke cloud rolled away not a figure was to be seen. Shelby stood up, grimly smiling, am replaced the cartridges in his weapon; The end ^was not yet, but he had taught them a lesson In caution. For a moment, blinded by gazing out Into the sunlight, he could see nothing clearly about him, not even the figure of Olga. "Where are you?" he asked. "Here, by the other door. What has" happened?" He laughed, put at ease by the quick response of her voice. "Oh, I took pot shot out through a hole. In the wall. I thought we might as well start the ball; Joe was getting' so gay. Touched up two of them; now they'll go back and talk It over." "Sure; the Indians will be for waiting till night, an' that ain't far off. What are you doing down there?" There was a note of startled siir» prise In her voice. • "Why, this is strange! I--I hadn't noticed before; I was too frightened, perhaps--but. come quick; Macklln's body Is not here! It--it Is gone!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) RcVERE'S BELL PRESERVED H. W. Boring Say* He It In Better General Health Than He Has Been in Years Since Taking Tanlac. "Since Tanlac has overcome my troubles I have gained twenty pounds In weight and am in better general health than for years past," was the straight-forward statement made a few days ago by H. W. Boring, a prominent and well-to-do fanner living at Overland Park, Kans. "During the two years I suffered I tried everything I knew of to get relief, but nothing seemed to reach my case until I tried Tanlac. My appetite was poor and my digestion was so bad I could hardly retain my food. Nothing agreed with me; in fact I was almost a confirmed dyspeptic. My whole system seemed to be out of shape. I would have pains across the small of my back so bad at times 1 could hardly move around. "My nerves were all unstrung and I would become up-set at the least little thing. I seldom slept well at night and, finally, became so weak and run-down that I lost weight rapidly. I was also troubled a great deal with catarrh and of mornings had to spend a half hoar er more clearing up my head. "This is just the condition I was in when I began taking Tanlac and it certainly has been a blessing to me. It just, seemed to be made especially for my case. I Improved from the very first. My digestion now is per- H. W. BORING of Overland Park, Kansas =*f' feet and regardless of what I eat F never suffer any bad after effects. "The pains across my back have en* tirely disappeared. The catarrh hat left me, too, and my head is perfectly clear. I am no longer nervous and rest well every night I have re» gained my lost weight and am feeling better and stronger than I have la years. I am going to keep Tanlac la my house so it will be handy at all times." Tanlac is sold by leading druggists everywhere.--Adv. Setting the Pace. "How Is your hired girl about plates and dishes?" "Oh, she breaks the record." Paradoxical. - "John has such a queer antipathy." <*He has rooted dislike to potted plants."--Baltimore American. Kill That Cold With CASCARA QUININE FOR AND Celds, Cragli OM»^ Gripp* Neglected Colds are Dangeroaa TiIm bo **"--** Keep this standard remedy handy for the Ant wiiiefc Breaks up a cold in 24 hours -- Relieves Grippe in 3 days--Excellent for Headache QuMim In thb form does not affect tbe head--Caacara Is beat Tosto Laxative--No Opiate in Hill's. ALL DRUGGISTS SELL IT •till Hangs in King's Chapel In Boston --Was Man of Many Accomplishments. In the belfry of King's Chapel, built when Boston was |n its ibfancy, still hangs a bell which was cast by Paul Revere. It was Ills 161st bell. Besides being a bell caster, Revere was also an engraver, a goldsmith and a dentist. Rising above the modest houses In the Italian district on Hull street Is the old North church, from which Revere received bis signal previous to his famous midnight ride. Christ church, the Second Episcopal church of Boston, Is situated In the north end, and Is an offshoot of King's Chapel. Its spire, designed and built In 1723, has served as a landmark to guide ships Into the harbor. In 1804 this spire was blown down by a great gale, and was shortened by sixteen feet. The chime of bells, now silent, which hangs In the tower, was made In 1774. In the foundry of Abel Ruddall, of Gloucester, England. Each bell has engraved upon It an Inscription denoting Its history. The bells were supposed to possess the power to dispel evil spirits.--Detroit News. MADE RAG FIGURE POPULAR Russian Princess Instrumental in Causing a Return to Pastime That Was in Favor Long Ago. It was the fashion a little time ago to think scornfully of the woodwork screens, the paper flowers or the wax figures made by the women of the past, but now they are eagerly sought and added to collections of articles illustrating home life. History repeats Itself, and to this busy athletic age has come a wave»of the old finger-work fashion. Lately it was picture making with feathers, now it is little figures made from rags. These last were the Idea of Mme. Wolkoff, nee Princess Troubetskoy, formerly of the Russian Imperial court, when at Petrograd, where the little figures were sold for the benefit or Russian soldiers. Since Mme. Wolkoff has been in England she has modeled little statuettes of well-known people, all in characteristic attitude and lifelike appearance. Odd pieces of rag have been manipulated to make these charming little figures, which vie with the paper modeling and the war groups of the past When a man Is in too great a hurry to acquire wisdom he Is apt to make a fool of himself. WiiS His Finger Still Clutched on Shelby's Throat. darn sneaking spy. Only I'll say this: yer'll get It harder If yer hang on after we do get yer--an', by God! we'll get yer, sooner or later." , "We'll take chances. Laud, and the fun is not going to be nil on one side." "It won't, hey! So yer goin* ter flghl? All right; but there's more o' this outfit comin', an! yer a blamed Idiot; if we can get yer no other way I reckon we can burn yer out. Come on. now; save time and and open up!" He struck hard and angrily with h!« gunstock, but the stout wood held.. Shelby m.ule no answer, again bending low and peering out through the nar- She Had a Remedy. The young mother was worried over her youngster. 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