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He struggled to rise; stood swaying before her, Lis legs un- steady as stilts under him. My gun, Marge--my pistol!" he de- manded, tryigg to reach out his arms, "If I had thém now wi? "They must have taken them " she interrupted. "But I have Nisikoos' rifle, Sakewawin! Oh--I must hurry!" GALLEY TWENTY-ONE They won't come to my room, and Marcee'is perhaps dead. As soon as it is dark I will unlock your door, And if one of them comes before then, you must kill him! You must! You aust!" She backed to the door, and now. she opened it, and was gone. A key clicked in the lock again, he heard her swift footsteps in the hall, and a second door opened and closed. For a few minutes he stood without moving, a little dazed by the sudden- ness with which she had left him. She | had mot been in his room more than a minute or two. She had been terribly | frightened, terribly afraid of dis- | covery before her work was done. On | the floor at his feet lay the knife. That was why she had come, that was | what she had brought him! His blood began to tingle. He could feel it re- suming its course through his numb- ed legs and arms, and he leaned over | slowly, half afraid that he would lose | his balance, and picked upy the ! weapon. The chanting of Waprt and | his people was only a distant mur- | mur; through the high window came | the sound of returning voices--wvoices of white men. | There swept through him the wild | thrill of the thought that once more | the fight was up to him. Marge O'- | | Doone had done her part. She had struck down the Indian woman Hauck had placed over her as a guard--had esgaped from her room, unbound him, andi put a knife into his hands. The | rest was his fight. How long before Brokaw or Hauck would come? | Would they give him time to get the blood running through his body |again ? Time to gain strenath to {use his freedom--and the knife? He beddn "Walking slowly across the | room, pumping his arms up and down. | His strength returned quickly. He | went to the pail of water and drank al | deeply with a consuming thirst. The | water refreshed him, and he paced back and forth more and more | swiftly, until he was breathing steadi- i ly and he ¢ould harden his muscles | {and knot his fists. 'He looked at the | | knife. It was a horrible necessitv-- | the burying of that steel in a man's | back, #r his heart! Was there no other way, he wondered? He began searching the roam. Marge brought him a club instead of w knife, or at least a club along with the knife? To club a man down, even when he was intent on murder, wasn't like letting out his life in a gush of blood. : His eyes rested on the table, and in a moment he had turned it over and was wrenching at one of the wooden legs. It broke off with a sharp snap, and he held in his hand a weapon 0ssessing many advantages over the | Enife. The latter he thrust into his belt with the handle just back of his hip. Then he waited. It was not for long. The western mountains had shut out the last re. flections of the sun. Gloom was be- ginning to fill his room, and he numb- ear close to the door, listening for a step, hopeful that it would be the | Girl's and not Hauck's or Srdawe] At last the step came, advancing from | the end of the hall. It was a heavy | step, and he drew a deep breath and 1 gripped the club. His heart gave a | sudden, mighty throb as the step | stopped at his door. It was not | pleasant to think of what he was about to do, and yet he realized, as he heard the key in the lock, that it was | a grim and terrible necessity. He | was thankful there as only one. He would not strike foo hard--not in this cowardly way-- from ambush, | Just enough to do the business | sufficiently well. It would be easy-- uite. He raised his club in the { thickening dusk, and held his breath. | The door opened, and Hauck enter- ed, and stood with hi back to David. | Horrible!. Strike a man like that-- and with a club! If he could use his hands, choke him, give him at least a | quarter chance. But il had to be done, It was a sickening thing. Hauck went down without a groan--so silently, so lifelessly that David thought he had killed him. He knelt beside him for a few seconds and made sure that his heart was beating before he rose to | his feet. He looked out into the hall. | The lamps had not i | | Jrobably that was ome of the old | ndian woman's duties. From the | big room came a sound of voices--and ! then, close to him, from the door | across the way, trembling voice: "Hurry, me 2 228 gagged could not as he bent over her. "Splendid!" he cried softly. "You're With his revolver in his hand, and the Girl trembling under his arm, he felt a ridieulous desire to shout out at the top of his voice to his enemies them know that he was ready to fight. In the gloom the an "Who--was it?" she whispered. "Hauck." eyes, shone like stars. "Then it was Brokaw who went 'she breathed. | breast. | clung more Bepsly at his shoulders, e | must go!" Why hadn't h | Wrung a low ery from him, | moment he there came a small { j Sakewawinl Lock the door |B { The trail was widening. quite smooth for a sp Kat with Wapj, Langdon and Henry went with him. It ig less than two miles to the lake, and they will be return- ing s00n. We must hurry! Look-- it is growing dark)" She ran from his arms to the window and he followed her. 'In--fifteen minutes--we will £0, Sakewawin. Tara is out there in the edge of the spruce." Her hand pinch- his arm, "pig you--kill him?" "No. I broke off a leg from table and stunned him." 8 the "I'm glad," she said, and snuggled close to him shiveringly. "I'm glad, Sal ewan" n the gatherin, about th, as impossible for him not to take her in his arms. He held her close, bowing his head so that for an instant her warm face touched his own; and in those moments while they waited for the gloom to thicken he told her in a low voice what he had learned\from Brokaw. She against! him as he continued, when he assured her he no longer had a/dqubt her mother was alive, that she was the woman he had met on the coach, ga Cry rose out of her Khe was about to speak when loud footsteps in the hall made her catch _her reath, and her fingers "It is time," g whispered. "We She ran from him quickly and from under the cot where the Indian lay dragged forth a pack. He could not See plainly what she was doing now, In a moment ghe had put a rifle in his hands, "It belonged to Nisikoos," here are six shots in it, are all the cartridges I have He took them in his hand and counted them as he dropped them into his pocket, There were eleven in all, including the six in the chamber, Thirty-twos," he thought, as he siz. ed them up with his fingers, "Good for partridges--and short range at men!" He said, aloud: "If we could get my rifle, Marge . , » "They have taken it," she told him again. "But we shall not need it. Sakewawin," she added, as if his voice had revealed to her the thought in his mind; "I know of a mountain that is ot - so far off as the one I climbed--and if we can reach that they will not be able to trail us. If they should find us . d She was opening the window, "What then " he asked. "Nisikoos once killed a bear with that gun," she replied. The window was open, waiting. They thrust out their heads and listened, and when he had assured imself that all was clear he dropped out the pack. He lifted Marge down then and followed her. As his feet struck the ground the slight shock sent a pain through his head that and for a Y leaned with his back against the wall, almost overcome again by the sickening dizziness. It was not so dark that the Girl did not see the sudden change in him. Her eyes filled with alarm. "A little dizzy," he explained, try- ihe to smile at her. "They gave me a pretty: hard crack on the head, Marge. This air will set me richt-- soon." He picked u she said. and here » ered the minutes as he stood with his h nursing his wounds. "I could see him from my window," whispered Marge, She went straight to him and beran Hiking to him in a low voice. Out of ® darkness behind Tara came a growl, "Bares, by thunder!" David in amazement, with the bear, Marge! think of that?" At the sound tame tp him and muttered "He's made up What do vou of his voice Bares flattened himself at his feet. David laid a hand on his "Boy!" he whispered softly. "And they said you were an outlaw, and would join the wolves . ou ¢ saw the dark bulk of Tara ris- ing out of thé gloom, and the Girl was at his side, "We are ready, Sakewawin." He spoke ®™ her the thought that had been shaping itself in his mind. "Why wouldn't it be better to join Wapi and his Indians 7" he asked, re- membering Brokaw's words. yp iss-they are afraid of Hauck," she replied quickly, "There is but one way, Sakewawin--to follow a narrow trail Tara and I have made, close to the foot of the range, until We come to the rock mountain. Shall we risk the bundle on Tara's back 1" "It is light, I will carry it." "Then give me your hand, Sakewa- win." There was again in her voice the {yous thrill of freedom and of con- e wild hear . football of the big he knew that Baree was After a little the Girl near. Ee you mew, "A bit" It was a ace, black. pi s "I believe all Yo nt told me," she said, as if making a confession. "After you came to me in the cage-- and the fight--I believed. You must have loved me a great deal to risk all | that for me." } | N"Yes, a great deal, my child" he "Why did that dizziness persist in way z De his head, he wondered? For a mo- ment he felt as if he were fall "A very great deal," he a. tr i. {Bg to walk steadily {own voice sounding unreal and at a {great distance from him. "You see-- [ my child--I didn't have anything to | love but your picture, "'"v . What a fool he was to try and make | himself heard above the roaring in his head! His words seemed to him whispers coming across a great space. {And the bundle on his shoulders was like a crushing weight bearing him down! The voice at his side was growing fainter. It was sa ying things which afterward he could not re- member, but he knew that it was talk- ing about the woman he had said was her mother, and that he was answer- ing it while weights of lead were pragging at his feet. Then suddenly, he had stepped over the edge of the world and was floating in that vast, black chaos again. The voice d:d not leave him. He could hear it sobbing, entreating him, urging him to do something which he could not under- stand; and whez at last he did begin to comprehend it he knew also that he was no longer walking with weights at his feet and a burden on his shoulders, but was on the ground. His head was on her breast, and she was-no longer speaking to him, but was crying like a child with a heart | utterly broken. The deathly sickness | Was gone as quickly as it had stricken | him, and he struggled upward, with her arms helping him. "You are hurt--hurt--" he heard her moaning. "If I can only get you on Tara, Sakewawin, on Tara's back --there---a step " and he knew at her side, his that was what she had been saying over and over again, urging him to help himself if he could, so that she could get him to Tara. He reached out his hand and buried it in the thick | hair of the grizzly, and he tried to ! speak laughingly so that she would | not know his fears. "One is often dizzy--like after a blow," he said. can walk now." N "No, no, you must ride Tara," she insisted. "You are hurt--and vou must ride Tara, Sakewawin. must!" She was lifting at his arms with all her strength, her breath hot and nant- ing in his face, and Tara stood with- out moving a muscle of his giant | body, as if he, too, were urging upon | him in this dumb manner the neces- | sity of obeying his mistress. Even | then David would have remonstrated but he felt once more that sickness creeping over him, and he raised him- | self slowly, astride the grizzly"s broad | back. The girl picked up the bun- | dle and rifle and Tara follow- | ed her through the darkness. To | David the beast's great back seemed | a wonderfully safe and comfortable | place, and, he leaned forward with his | finoers clutched deeply in the long | hair of the ruff about the bear's bulk- | ing shoulders, The Girl called back to him softly: ewawin ?" "You are all right, "Yes, it is so comfortable that I feel I may fall asleep," he replied. Out in the starlight she would have | seen his drooping head, and his words | would have had a different meaning | for her. He was fighting with him- | that-- "I guess--I To Free Your Arms of Hair or Fuzz (Boudoir Secrets) No toilet table is complete without a small package of delatone, for with it hair or fuzz can be quickly 'banish- ed from the skin. To remove hairs you merely mix into a paste enough of the powder and water to cover the objectionable hairs. 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There came to him a dis- torted but vivid vision of an Indian Her voice drifted away from him like a low murmur in the tree tops-- and his fingers still clung in that death-grip in the mane at Tara's neck. hurt in the head, whom he and Father And still many other days later Roland had tried to save. Without a | they came to the cabin. It was amaz- surgeon it had been impossible. The | ing to him that the Girl should say: Indian had died, and he had had those (To Be Continuea.) same spells of sickness, the sickness that was creeping over him again in spite of his efforts to fight it off. He had no very clear notion of the move- ment of Tara's body under him, but he knew that he was holding on grim- ly, and that every little while the Girl called back to im, and he replied. Then came the time when he failed to answer, and for a space the rocking motion under him ceased and the Girl's voice was very near to him. Afterward motion resumed. It seem- ed to him that he was travelling a great distance. Altogether too far without a halt for sleep, or at least a rest. He was conscious of a desire to voice protest--and all the time his fingers were clasped in Tara's mane | in a sort of death grip. In her breast Marge's he beating like a hunted thing, snd over again she sobbed out a broken prayer as she guided Tara and his burden through the night. From the forest into the starlit open; from the open into the thick gloom of forest again--into and out of star- light _ darkness, following that trail down the valley. She was no longer thinking of the rock mountain, for it would be impossible now to climb over the range into the other valley. She was heading for a cabin, An old and abandoned cabin, where they could hide. She tried to tell David about it, many days after they had begun that journey it seemed to hi m. 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