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hoof prints of his horse across the
sand waste. Bristoe wae ahead, hat
brim drawn low, scanning the horizon
line unceasingly. Somewhere out in
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came spurring toward them; her eyes
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throat
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'Shar is somethin' sbowin’ out yon
der I'd like ter take a look at, an' 1
reckon you better go 'long. The nig-
ger kin com' up ahead yere with Miss
Waite."
She struck her horse, and be
plunged forward, bringing her face
to face with Bristoe.
“What Is It? Tell me, what is itf
“Nothin’ but a loose boss, Miss.'*
“A horse! here on the desertT"
looking about, her eyes dark with hor-
ror. “But how could that beT Could
—could it be Captain Keith's?’*
Bristoe cast an appealing glance at
Fhirbain, mopping his face vigorously,
not knowing what to say, and the oth-
er attempted to turn the tide.
“Not likely—not likely at all—no
reason why it should be—probably
Just a stray horse—you stay back
here, Miss Hope—Ben and I will find
out, and let you know."
“Nx I’m going," she cried, stifling a
sob In her throat “It would kill me
to wait here."
She was off before either might
raise hand or voice In protest and
they could only urge their horses In
effort to overtake her, the three ra-
cing forward fetlock deep In sand.
Mounted upon a swifter animal Fair-
bain forged ahead; he could see the
two horses now plainly, their heads
uplifted, their reins dangling. With-
out perceiving more be knew already
what was waiting there on the sand,
and swore fiercely, spurring his horse
mercilessly, forgetful of all else, even
At the Wdter-Hole.
Up from the far, dim southwest
they rode slowly, silently, wearied
still by the exertions of the paet night,
and burned by the fierce rays of the
desert sun. No wind of sufficient force
had blown since Keith passed that
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Jack Keith, a Virginian, now a bor-
4er plainsman. Is looking for roaming war
parties of savages He sees a wagon team
at full gallop pursued by men on ponies,
when Keith reaches the wagon the raid-
ers have massacred two men and de-
parted. He searches the victims finding
papers and a locket with a woman's por-
trait. Keith Is arrested at Carson City,
charged with the murder, his accuser be-
ing a ruffian named Black Bart. A negro
companion In his cell named Neb tells him
that he knew the Keiths In Virginia Neb
says one of the murdered men was John
Blbley, the other Oen. Willis Waite, form-
erly a Confederate officer. The plainsman
■nd Neb escape, and later the fugitives
come upon a cabin and find its occupant
to be a young girl, whom Keith thinks
he saw at Carson City. The girl explains
that she Is In search of a brother, who
had deserted from the army, and that a
Hawley Induced her to come to the
cabin while he sought her brother. Haw-
ley appears, and Keith 1n hiding recog-
nises him as Black Bart There Is ter-
rific battle In the darkened room In hlcn
Ketth Is victor. Horses are appropriated,
■nd the girl who says that her name Is
Hope Joins in the escape. Keith explains
'fi.8 situation and the fugitives make for
Fort Larned, where the girl is loft with
the hotel landlady. Miss Hope tells that
•ne Is the daughter of General Waite
Keith and Neb drift Into Rherldan. where
Keith meets an old friend. Dr. Fairbain.
Keith meets the brother of Hope Waite,
under the assumed name offered Wil-
loughby. and becomes convinced that
Black Bart has some plot involving the
two. Hope lenrna that Oen. Watte, who
Was thought murdered. Is at Sheridan,
•nd goes there, where she Is mistaken for
Christie Maclalre. the Carson City singer
Keith meets the real Christie Maclalre
•nd finds that Black Bart has convinced
her that there Is a mystery in her life
which he Is going to turn to her advan-
tage. The plainsman tells Hope Waite of
her resemblance to Christie Maclalre.
They decide that Fred Willoughby may
hold the key to’ the situation. Keltn finds
Willoughby shot dead. Hope is told of
the death of her brother. Keith falls to
learn what representations Black Bart
has made to Christie Maclalre. Hope
suggests that In order to learn the secret
she must briefly impersonate the stage
■Inger Dr. Falrbaln is in love with
Christie Maclalre and Keith induces him
to detain her from the stage while Hope
goes to the theater where she meets
Black Bart, who, thus deceived. tells
Hope that General Waite has suspected
his plans and that they must fiy. Hope,
greatly alarmed, demurs. General Waite
appears and says Black Bart has stolen
papers from him regarding an inheri-
tance. Keith is informed that Christie
Mnclalre’s real name lx Phyllis Gale and
that she la the half sister of Hope. The
latter has been carried away by Black
Bart and his gang. Dr. Fafrbafn avows
his love for E’hyllls and she accepts him.
I Keith and his friends strike the trail of
'Black Bart. They And Hope has been ta-
ken back to the old cabin. The wilderness
cabin Is the scene of a tight lit which
Keith and his partners overcome their
outlaw enemies. Black Baft and the
plainsman meet in a duel for final ac-
counting.
Keith wet his dry lips and spoke
shortly:
"I reckon you know what this
means, Hawley, and why I aai here.
We're Southerners both of us, and
we settle our own personal affairs.
You’ve got to fight me now, man to
man."
The gambler glanced about him, and
If he thought of
His lip curled
the girl, in his intense desire to reach
and touch the bodies. He had begged
tn do this himself, to be privileged
to seek this man Hawley, to kill him—
but now he was the physician, with no
G'her thought except a hope to save.
Before his horse had even stopped he
flung himself from the saddle, ran
forward and dropped on bls knees be-
skde Keith, bending bls ear to the
cUest, grasping the wrist in bls fln-
g*rs. As the others approached, he
glanced up, no conception now of
aught save hie own professional work.
“Water, Bristoe,-' he exclaimed
sharply. "Dash some brandy in it.
Quick now. There, that's it; hold his
head up—higher. Yes, you do it. Miss
Hope; here. Ben, take this, and pry
bls teeth open—well, he got a swallow
anyhow. Hold him just as he Is—can
you stand it? I've got to find where
he was hlL" %
"Yes—yes.” she answered, "don’t—
don’t mind me."
He tore open A the woolen shirt,
soaked with blood already hardening,
felt within with skilled fingers, bls
eyes keen, bis lips muttering uncon-
sciously.
"Quarter of an inch—quarter of an
inch too high—scraped the lung—
Lord, if I can only get it out—got to
do it now—can't wait—here, Bristoe,
that leather case on my saddle—run,
damn you—we’ll save him yet. girl—
there, drop bis bead in your lap—yes,
cry If you want to—only hold still—
opes the case, will you—down here,
where I can reach it—now water—alt
our canteens—Hopp, tear me off a
strip of yoar under-skirt—what am I
going to do?—extract the ball—got to
do it—Mood poison tn this sun."
tragedy, and he dreaded the knowl-
edge of its truth. Behind him Falr-
baln and Hope rode together, their lips
long since grown silent, the man ever
glancing uneasily aside at her, the
girl drooping slightly in the saddle,
with pale face and heavy eyes. Five
prisoners, lashed together, the bind-
ing rope fastened to the pommels of
the two "Bar X” men’s saddles, were
bunched together, and behind all came
Neb, his black face glistening in the
heat.
Suddenly Bristoe drew rein, and
rose to the full length in the stirrups,
shading his eyes from the sun’s glare,
as he stared ahead. Two motionless
black spects were visible—yet were
they motionless? or was it the heat
waves which seemed to yield tl am
movement? He drove in his spurs,
driving his startled horse to the
sumn.it of a low sand ridge, and again
halted, gazing intently forward He
was not mistaken—they were horses.
Knowing instantly what it meant—
those riderless animals drifting dere-
lict in the heart of the desert—his
throat dry with fear, the scout
wheeled, and spurred back to bis
party, quickly resolving on a course
of action. Hawley and Keith had
met; both had fallen, either dead or
wounded. A moment’s delay now
might cost a life; be would need Falr-
baic, but he must keep the girl back,
if possible. But could he? She
straightened up in the saddle as he
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flhe ripped her skirt, handing ft t«
him without s word; then dropped b«r
white face tn her hands, bending,
with closed eyes, over the whiter face
resting on her lap, her lipa trembling
with the one prayer, “Oh, God! Oh,
God!” How long bo was at it, of
what he did, she scarcely knew—she
heard the splash of water; caught the
flash of the sun on the probe; felt the
half conscious shudder of the wound-
ed man, whose bead was In her lap,
the deft, quick movements of Falr-
baln, and then—
"That’s ft—I've got it—missed the
lung by a hair—damn me I’m proud of
that Job—you’re a good girl."
She looked at him, scarce able to
see, her eyes blinded with tears.
"Will—will he live? Oh, tell me!"
“Live! Why shouldn't he?—nothing
but a hole to close up—nature'll do
that, with a bit of nursing—here, now
don’t you keel over—give me the rent
of that skirt.’*
He bandaged the wound,
glanced about suddenly.
“How’s the other fellow ?’•
“Dead,’’ returned Bristoe,
through the heart.”
"Thought so—have seen Keith eboot
before—I wonder how the cuss ever
managed to get him.”
As he arose to uis feet, his red face
glistening with perspiration, and be-
gan strapping his leather case, the
others rode up, and Bristoe, explaining
the situation, set the men to making
preparations for pushing on to the
water-hole. Blankets were swung be-
tween ponies, and the bodies of the
dead and wounded deposited therein,
firm hands on the bridles. Hope rode
close beside Keith, struggling to keep
back the tears, as she watched him
lying motionless, unconscious, scarce-
ly breathing. So, under the early glow
of the desert stars, they enme to the
water-hole, and halted.
The wounded man opened his eyes,
and^ looked about him unable to com-
prehend. At first all was dark, silent;
then he saw the stars overhead, and a
breath of air fanned the near by fire,
the ruddy glow of flame flashing
across bls face. He heard voices
faintly, and thus, little by little, con-
sciousness asserted Itself and memory
struggled back Into his bewildered
brain. The desert—the lonely leagues
of sand—his fingers gripped as if they
felt the stock of a gun—yet that was
all over—be was not there—but he
was somewhere—and alive, alive. It
hurt him to move, to breathe even,
kid after one effort to turn over, he
?? perfectly still, staring up into th«
black arch of sky, endeavoring to
think, to understand—where was be?
How had he come there? Was Haw-
ley alive also? A face bent over him,
the features faintly visible in the flash
of firelight. His dull* eyes lit up In
sudden recollection.
"Doc! Is that you?”
“Sure, old man,” the pudgy fingers
feeling his pulse, the gray eyes twink-
ling. “Narrow squeak you had—go-
ing to pull through all right, though—*
no sign of fever.”
"Where am I?”
“At the water-hole; sling you In a
blanket, and get you Into Larned to-
morrow.”
There was a moment’s silence,
Keith finding ft bard to speak.
“Hawley—?’’ he whispered at last.
“Oh, don’t worry; you got him all
right. Say,” bls voice sobering, “may-
be it was just as well you took that
job. If ft had been me I would have
been In bad."
The wounded man's eyes questioned.
“It’s a bad tnlx-up, Keith. Waite
never told us all of it. I reckon be
didn’t want her to know, and she
never shall, if I can help It. I’ve been
looking over some papers tn his pock-
et—he’d likely been after them this
trip—and his name ain’t Hawley. He s
Bartlett Gale, Christie's father."
Keith could not seem to grasp the
thought, bis eyes half-closed.
"Her—her father?" he questioned,
weakly. "Do you suppose he knew?"
"No; not at first, anyhow; not at
Sheridan. He was too interested in
his scheme to even suspicion he had
actually stumbled onto the real girL
I think be just found ouL"
A coyote howled somewbtfe tn the
darkness, ■ melancholy chorus Joining
in the with long-drawn cadence. A
shadow swept into the radius of dano-
iny firelight.
"Is he conscious. Doctor?"
Falrbaln drew back silently, and she
dropped on her knees at Keith's side,
bending low to look Into his face.
"Hope—Hope."
“Yes, dear, and you are going
live now—live for me."
He found her band, and held
clasp- d within his own, his eyes wide
open.
"I have never told you," he said,
softly, "how much I love you."
She bent lower until her cheek
touched his.
"Nc, Jack, but you may now."
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down at his horse,
flight it was useless,
with contempt.
"Damn your talking, Keith," he re-
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with," and spurred bls horse,
gun of the other came up.
"Wait!" and Hawley paused, drag-
ging at his rein. “One of us most like-
ly is going to die here; perhaps both.
But if either survives he’ll need a
horse to get out of this alive. Dls-
I’ll do the same; step away
so the horses are out of range, and
then we'll fight It out—is that
square?"
Without a word, his eyes gleaming
•with cunning hatred, the gambler
swung down from his saddle onto the
•and, his horse Interposed between
him and the other. Keith did the
same, his eyes peering aerbss the
back of his animal.
"Now," he said steadily, "when 1
count three drive your horse aside,
•nd let go—are you ready?”
"Damn you—yes!”
"Then look out—one! two! three!"
The plainsman struck his horse
with the quirt in his left hand and
•prang swiftly aside so as to clear the
flank of the animal, his .hooting arm
flung out There was a flash of flame
cross Hawley’s saddle, a sharp re-
port. and Keith reeled backward,
dropping to his knees, one hand clutch-
ing at the sand. Again Hawley fired,
but the horse, startled by the double
report, leaped aside, and the ball went
wild. Keith wheeled about, steadying
himself with his outstretched hand,
and let drive, pressing the trigger, un-
til, through the haze over his eyes, be
saw Hawley go stumbling down, shoot-
ing wildly as he fell. The man never
moved, and Keith endeavored to get
up, his gun still held ready, the smoke
circling about them.* He had been
■hot treacherously, as a cowardly cur
might shooL and he could not clear
his mind of the thought that this last
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