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By Max Brand
(Continued from last week)
"The chestnut wanted to get back
at us for killing his herd off," went
on Hervey. "So he sneaks up to the
ranch and opens the corral gate and
takes the mares •out. When I seen
the mares were traveling so straight
as all that I guessed what was up.
•Well, if the hoss was leading 'ein,
where would he take 'env? • Straight
to water. They was no use trying to
run down them, long-legged gallopers.
I took a swing off to the right and
headed for Warner's Tank. Sure en-
ouvh. when we got there we, seen the
mares spread out and the chestnut
and the grey mare hanging Around."
He paused again arid looked sternly.
at +Slim, and Slim flushed to the eyes
and glared straight ahead.
"Slim, here, had been saying may-
be it was my bum shooting and, not
the bad luck the stallion put on my
rifle that made me miss. So I give
him the job of plugging the hoss.
Well, he tried and missed three times.
Off goes the grey and the chestnut
like a streak the first crack out of
the box, but we got ahead of the
mares and turned 'em. And here we
are. That's all they was to it. But,"
he added gravely, "we ain't seen the
last of that chestnut hoss, Miss Jor-
dan."
"II guess hardly another man on
the range could have trailed them so
well," she said gratefully. "But this
wild horse do you really think he'll
try to steal our mares again?"
"Think? I know! And the next
time we won't get 'em back so plumb
easy. Right this morning, if they'd
got started quick enough when he
give 'em the signal, we'd never of
headed 'ern. But they ain't turned
wild yet; they ain't used to his ways.
Give him another whirl with them and
they'll belong to him for good. Ain't
no hosses around these parts can run
them mares down!"
She heard the tribute with a smile
of pleasure and- ran satisfied glances
over the six beauties which cantered
or trotted before them.
"But even wild things are captur-
ed," she argued. "Even deer are
aught. If the chestnut did run off
the mares again why couldn't-"
Hervey interrupted dryly; "Down
Concord way, Jess Rankin was pest-
ered by a black mustang. Jess was
a pretty tolerable fair hunter, know -
ad mustangs and mustang -ways, and
had a right fine string of saddle hors -
s. Well, it took'Jess four years of
hard- work to get the black. Up by
Mexico Creek, Bud Wilkinson had a
grey stallion that run amuck on his
range. Took Bud nigh onto five
years to get the grey. Well, I seen
oth the grey and the black, and I
helped run 'ern a couple of times.
ell, Miss Jordan, when it come to
unning, neither of 'em was one-two-
hree beside this chestnut, and if it
took five years to get in rifle range
f 'em for a god shot, it'll take ten
o get the chestnut. That's the way
figure!"
And as he ended, his companions
nodded soberly.
"Plumb streak of light," they said.
'Just nacheral crair fool when it
omes to running, that boss is!"
And Marianne, for the first time
truly appreciating how great was the
anger from which the mares had
een saved, sighed as she looked them
ver again, one by one. It had been
i. double triumph, this night's work.
Not only were the mares retaken,
ut they had proved their speed and
taying powers conclusively in the
ong run over the desert. Henvey him -
If began hinting, as they rode on,
hat he would like "to clap a saddle
n that Lady Mary hoss, one of these
lays." In truth, her purchase was vie-
icatesl completely and Marianne fell
nto a happy dream of a ranch stock -
d with saddle horses all drawn from
he blood of these neat -footed mares.
With such horses to offer, she could
ick -and cull among the best "punch-
rs" in the West.
Into the dream, appropriately en -
gel, ran the n-eigh ,ofi a horse, long
drawn and shrill of pitch, interrupted
y a sudden burst of deep -throated
urses from the riders. The six
ares had come to a halt with their
beautiful heads raised to listen, and
n a far-off hill, Mary saw the sig-
aller-a chestnut horse gleaming red
n the m-orning light.
"It's him!" shouted Hervey. "The
ervy devil has come back to give us
look. Shorty, take a crack at
im!"
For that matter, every man in the
arty was whipping his rifle out of
ts holster as Mary raised her field
lass hurriedly to study the stranger.
She focused on him clearly at once
and it was a startling thing to see
he distant figure shoot suddenly
lose to her, distinct in every detail.
She gasped her admiration and as-
onislement; mustang he might be,
but the short 'Lind of the back above
and the long line below, the deep set
f the shoulders, the length of neck,
he Arab perfection of head, would
have allowed him to pass unquestion-
d muster among a group of thor-
ughbreds, and a picked group at that.
e turned, at that instant, and gal-
loped a short distance along the crest,
neighing again, and then paused like
n expectant dog, with one forefoot
aised, a white -stockinged forefoot.
Marianne gripped the glass hard and
hen dropped it. By the liquid smooth-
ess of that gallop, by the white-
ockinged forefoot, by something st-
out his head, and -above all by what
he knew of his cunning, she had re-
ognized Alcatraz. And where, in the
first glimpse, she had been about to
warn the men not to shoot this peer-
ees beauty, she ntxw dropped the
lass with the memory of the tramp-
ing of Manuel Cordova rushing back
across her mind.
"It's Alle.atrael" she! cried. "Itzs
hat chestnut I told you of at Gloster-
lle, Mr. Hervey. Oh, shoot and
shoot to kill. He's a murderer -not
a horse!"
That injunction was not needed. The
rifle spoke from the shoulder of
Shorty, but the stallion neither fell
nor fled, and his challenging neigh
rang faintly down to them.
"Mind the mares!" shrilled Mari-
anne suddenly. "They're starting for
him!"
In fact, it seemed as though the re-
port of the rifle had started, the Coles
horses towards their late companion.
They went forward at a high-stepping
trot as horses will when their minds
are not quite made up about their
course. Now, in obedience to shout-
ed orders from Hervey, the cow-
punchers, split to head the truants,
Marianne herself, spurring as hard
as she could after Hervey, heard the
foreman groaning: "By God, d'you
ever see a hoss stand up under gun-
fire like that?"
For as they galloped, the men were
pumping in shot after shot wildly,
and Alcatraz did not stir! The firing
merely served to rouse the mares
from trot to gallop, and from gallop
to run. For the first time Marianne
mourned their speed. They glided a-
way as though the 'horses of the cow-
punchers were running fetlock deep
in mud; they shot up the slope to-
wards the distant stallion • like six
bright arrows.
Then came +Hervey's last, despair-
ing effort: "Pull up! Shorty! Slim!
Pull up and try to drop that devil!"
They obeyed; Marianne, racing
blindly ahead, heard a clanguor of
shots behind her and- riveted her eyes
on the chestnut, waitipg for him to
fall. But he did not fall. He seemed
to challenge the bullets with his lord-
ly head and in another moment he
was wheeling with the mares about
him. Even in her anguish, Marianne
noted with a thrill of wonder that
thou-gh the ,Coles horses were racing
at the tap of their speed, the stallion
overtook them instantly and shot in-
to the lead. For that matter, handi-
capped with a wretched ride, stagger-
ing weak from underfeeding, he had
been good enough to beat them in
Glosterville, and now he was trans-
formed by rich pasture and glorious
freedom.
The whole group disappeared, and
when she reached- the crest in turn,
she saw them streaking far off, hope-
lessly beyond pursuit, and in the rear
labored a grey mare, sadly outrun.
Then, as she drew rein, with the mare
heaving and swaying from exhaustion
beneath her, she remembered the
words of Lew Hervey: "It'll take ten
pe -ars to get the chestnut!" Marianne
dropped her face in her hands and
burst into tears.
It was only a momentary surrender.
When she turned back to join the
dow-nheaded men on the home -trail -
for it was worse than useless to fol-
low Alcatraz on such jaded horses -
Marianne had rallied to continue the
fight. Ten years to capture Alcatraz
and the mares he led? She swept the
forms of the cowpunchers with one of
those all-embeacing glances of which
few great men and all excited wo-
men are capable. Yes, old age would
capture Alcatraz before such men as
these. For this trail there was need-
ed a •spirit as much superior to other
men in tireless endurance and in
speed as Alcatraz was s-uperior to
other horses. There was needed a
man who stood among his fellows as
Alcatraz had stood on the hillcrest,
defiant, lordly, and free. And as the
thought drove home in her, Marianne
uttered a little ery of triumph. All
in a breath she had it. Red Perris
was the man!
But would he come? Yes, for the
sake of such a battle as this he would
journey to the end of the world and
give his services for nothing.
CHAPTER XI
THE FAILURE&
Before noon Shorty, that light-
weight and tireless rider, unwearied,
to all appearance, by his efforts of
that night, had started towards Glos-
terville with her letter to Perris, but
it was not until the next day that she
eionfesses1 what she had done to Her-
vey. Certainly he had done more than
'his share in his effort to get back
the Coles horses and' she had no wish
to needlessly hurt his feelings by let-
ting him know that the business was
to be taken out of his hands and giv-
en into those of a more efficient work-
er. But Hervey surprised her by the
complaisance with which he heard
the tidings.
"Never in my life hung out a
shingle as a hosscatcher," he assured
her. "He's welcome to the job. Me
and the boys won't envy him none.
It'll be a long trail and a tolerable
lonely one, most like."
After that she settled down to wait
with as great a feeling of security as
though the mares were already safely
back in the corral. ff he came, the
death -warrant of Alcatraz was as
good as -signed. But when the third
day of waiting ended without bring-
ing Shorty and Perris, as it should
have done, the "if" began to assume
greater proportions, and by late af-
ternoon of the fourth day she had
made u,p her mind that Perris was
gone from Glosterville and that Shor-
ty was on a wild goose chase after
him. So great was her gloom that
even her father, usually blind to all
emotions around him, delayed a mom-
ent after he had been helped+ into his
buckboard and stared thoughtfully
dawn at her.
The habit had grown on Oliver Jor-
dan of late. When the westering sun
lost most of its heat and threw slant
shadows and a yellow light over the
mountains, Oliver would have a pair
of ancient greys, patient as burros
and hardly faster, hitched to a buck-
board and then drive off into the eve-
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ning and perhaps, long after the din-
ner hour. +Only foul weather kept
him in from these lonely jaunts on
which he never took a companion. To
Marianne they- were a never-ending
source of wonder and sorrow, for she
saw her father slowly withdrawing
himself from the life about him and
dwelling in a gentle, uninterrupted
melancholy. She met his stare, on
this evening, with eyes clouded with
tears.
Truly he had aged wonderfully in
the past years. The accident which
robbed him of his physkal freedom
seemed at the same time, to destroy
all spirit of youth. Whether walking
or sitting he was bowed. His eyes
were dull. Beside -his mouth and be-
tween his eyes deep lines gave a sad
degnity to his expression. And though
as his cowpunchers, swore, his hand
was as swift to draw a gun as ever
and his eye as steady on a target, he
had gradually lost interest in even his
'revolvers. Indeed, what real interest
remained to him in the world, Mari-
anne was unable to tell. He lived and
moved as one in a dream surrounded
by a world of dreams. Hie eyes were
dull from looking into the dim dist-
ance of strange thoughts, and the
smile which was rarely away from his
lips was rather whimsically enduring
than a sign of mirth.
But as he looked dawn at her from
the buckboard, Marianne saw his ex-
pression clear to awareness of her.
He even reached out and rested his
hand on her head so that her face
was tilted up to him.
"Honey,'-' he said, "you're eating
your heart out about something. How
come?"
"Red Perris is overdue," she said.
"But I don't want to bother you with
my troubles, Dad."
"Red Perris? Who's he?"
"Don't you remember? I told you
how he rode Rickety. And now I've
sent for him to come and hunt Al-
catraz -because once that man -kill-
ing horse is dead, it will be easy to
get the mares back. And every day
counts -every day the mazes are get-
ting wilder!"
"Wlhat mares?" Then he nodded.
"I remember. And they ain't nothing
but that worrying you, Marianne."
His expression of concern vanished;
his glance wandered far east where
the shades were already brimming the
valleys.
"I'll be getting on- then, honey."
All at once, for pity at thought of
him driving into the lonely silences,
she caught hisAarel. It was still
lean, hard. of palm, sinewy with
strength of which most extreme age,
indeed, would never entirely rob it.
And the touch of those strong fingers
called back to her mind the picture
of Oliver Jordan as he had been, a
kingly man among them. Tears came
into the eyes of Marianne.
"But where are you going?" she
asked him -gently. "And why do you
never let me go with you, dear?"
"You?" he chuckled. "Waste time
driving cut nowheres with an old cod-,
ger like me? I didn't give you all
that schooling to have you throw your
life away doing things like that. Don't
you bother about me, Marianne. I'm
just going to drift over yonder around
Jackson Peak. You see?"
"But who is there, and what is
there?"
He merely rubbed his knuckles a-
cross his forehead and then shook his
head. "I dunno. Nothing much. It's
tolerable quiet, though. And you get
the smell of the pines the minute the
trail starts climbing. Sort of a lazy
place to go, but then I've turned into
a lazy man, honey. Just sitting and
thinking is about all I'm good for, or
most like, just the sitting without the
thinking. Why, Marianme., where'd
you get thein tears?"
She choked them back,
"I wish -1 wish-" she began.
"That's right," he nodded. "Keep
right on wishing things. That's what
I been doing lately. And wishing
things ie better than doing them. The
way kids are, that's the best way to
be. S'long, Marianne."
She stepped back, trying valiantly
to smile, and he raised a cautioning
finger, chuckling. "Look here, now,
don't you go to bothering your 'head
about me. Just save your worrying
for this Perris gent."
He clucked to the greys and their
sudden start threw him violently a-
gainst the back of the seat. The
promise of that start, however, was
by no means borne out by the pace
into which they immediately fell,
which was a dog -trot executed with
trailing hoofs that raised little wisps
of dust at every stride. She saw the
lines slacken and hang loosely to
every swing of the buckboard. Had
she not, ten years before, trembled at
the sight of this same team dashing
into the road, high -headed, eyes of
fire, and the reins humming with the
strength of Oliver Jordan's pull?
The buckboard jolted slowly down
the road and swung out of si,ght, but
Marianne Jordan remained for long
moments, staring after her father.
Every time they passed through one
of these interviews -and to -day's talk
had been longer than most -she al-
ways felt that she had been pushed a
little farther away from him. At the
very time of his life when his daugh-
ter should have become a comfort to
him, Oliver Jordan withdrew himself
more and more from the world, and
she could not but feel that his even-
ing drives, through the silences of the
hill were dearer and closer to him
than his daughter. The bulekbaa.rd
reappeared lurching up a farther
knoll, and then rolled out of sight to
be seen no more. And Marianne felt
again, what she had often felt before,
seeing her father drive away in this
fashion, that some day Mier Jor-
dan would never come back from the
A moment later half a dozen of
the cowpunchers came into view with
the unmistakable form of Leer Hervey
Ii3teveryl
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DEPARTMENT OF TRADE AND COMMERCE - OTTAWA
in the lead. He was a big -looking
man in the saddle and he showed him-
self to the greatest advantage by
riding rigidly erect with his head
thrown a little back, so that the loose
brim of his sombrero was continually
in play about his face. For'all her
dislike of him she could not but admit
that he was the beau ideal of the fine
horseman. The dominant leader show-
ed in every line and it was no wonder
that the cowpunchers feared and re-
spected him.. Besides, there were
many tales of his prowess with rifle
and revolver to make him stand out
in bolder relief.
She saw the. riders disappear in the
direction of the corrals and then turn-
ed back towards the house. Unques-
ionably it was to avoid sight of his
men returning from their day's work
that Oliver Jordan usually drove off
at this time of the day; it brought
home to him too keenly the many
times when he himself had ridden hack
by the side of Lew Hervey from a day
of galloping in the wind; it crushed
him with a sense of the impOtence in-
to which his life had fallen. Indeed,
unless some vital change came, her
father must soon mourn himself into
a grave. For the first time Marianne
clearly perceived this. Oliiver Jordan
was wasting for grief over his lost
freedom just as some youthful lover
might decline because of the death of
his mistress. The shock of this per-
eption brought Marianne to a halt.
When she looked up Shorty and Red
Perris were not a hundred yards a-
way, swinging along at a steady lope!
All sad thoughts were whisked from
her mind as a gust whirls dead leaves
away and shows the green grass be-
neath, newly growing. How it lifted
her heart to see him. But she looked
down with a cold falling of gloom, at
her blue gingham dress,. That was
not as she wished to appear. She
could be in her riding costume, with
the rather mannish blouse and loosely
tied cravat, spurs on her boots and
quirt in her hand as became the mis-
tress and ruling force of a big ranch.
Then she received sudden and con-
vincing proof that mere outward ap-
pearances meant nothing in the life
of Rod Jim Perris. .Hle took off his
hat and swung it in greeting. There
was a white flash of his teeth as he
aughed, a red flash of his amazing
hair in the sunset light. Then he was
pulling up and swinging down to the
ground. He came to meet her with
his hat dangling in one hand and the
other extended. Typically Western,
she thought, that in their second
meting he should act like an old
friend. Delightfully Western, too !
Under his straight glancing eyes, his
open smile of pleasure, new confidence
came in Marianne, new self-reliance.
The grip of his hand sent strength
up her arm and into her heart
"I'd given you up," she admitted.
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"Mighty sorry' it took so long," said
Perris. "You see, I was right in the
middle of ar little poker game that
hung on uncommon long. But when
it finished up, me and Shorty come as
fast as we could. Eh, Shorty?"
"Huh!" grunted Shorty. Marianne
looked to her, messenger for the first
time.
He sat his saddle loosely, one hand
falling heavily on the pommel, and
his head bent. He did not raise it to
meet her glance, but rolled his eyes
up in a gloomy scowl which flitted
over her face and then came to a
rest on the face of Red Jim Perris.
A frown of weariness puckered the
brow of Shorty. Purple, bruised plac-
es of sleeplessness surrounded his
eyes. And every line of age or wor-
ry or labor was graven more deeply
on his face.
"Huh!". grunted Shorty again,
mumbling his words very much like
a drunkard. "I've killed my Mamie
hoss, that's all!"
And with this gloomy retort, he
urged the mare to a down -headed
trot. In fact, the staunch little brown
mare staggered on tired legs and her
sides heaved like bellows. The grey
horse -of Red Jim Perris was in hard-
ly better condition.
"I wanted you quickly," said Mari-
anne, a little horrified. "But I didn't
ask you to kill your horses corning."
"Kill 'ern?" said Perris, and he
cast a sharp glance of disapproval at
her. "Not much! That hoss of mine
is a pile fagged. I aim to get her
that way. But she'll be fit as a fiddle
in the morning. I ride her till she's
through and never a step more. I
know the minute she's through work-
ing on muscle and starts working on
her nerve, and when that time comes,
I stop. I've put up in the middle of
nowheres to let her get back her wind.
Kill her? Nape, lady, and the only
reason _Short's hoss was so used up
was because he plumb insisted on
keeping up with us!"
And Marianne nodded. Ordinarily
such a speech would have drawn argu-
ment from her. andeed, her own sub-
missiveness startled her as she found
herself gently inviting the fire eater to
come into the house and learn in de-
tail the work which lay before hien.
CHAPTER. XII
FROM THE HIP
-S:norty rode for the bunkhouse in-
stead of the corrals and tumbling out
of the saddle he staggered through
the door. Inside, the cowpunchers sat
about enjoying a before -dinner smoke
and the coolness which the evening
wash had brought to their wind -
parched skies. Shorty reeled through
the midst of them to his bunk and
collapsed upon it.
Not a man stirred. Not an eye
followed him. No matter what our-
iosity was burning in their vitals,
etiquette demanded that they ask no
questions. If in no other wise, the
Indian has left his stamp on the
country in the manners of the West-
ern riders.
In the meantime, Shorty lay on his
back with his arms flung out cross-
wise, his eyes closed, his breath ex-
pelled with a moan and drawn in with
a rattle.
"Slim!" he called at length.
Slim raised his little freckled face
which was supported by a neck of un-
canny length, and he blinked uncon-
cernedly at his bunkie. Ile and Shor-
ty were inseparable companions.
"Take the saddle -off my horse and
put 'er up," groaned Shorty. "I'm
dead beat!"
"Maybe you -been chasing Perris on
foot," observed Lew Hervey. Direct
questions were still not in order,but
often a man could be taunted into
speeeh.
"Damn Perris and damn him black,
retorted Shorty, opening his eyes
with a snap and letting a glance blaze
into space. "Of all the leather -skin-
ned, mule -muscled, wrongheaded
•.• e • •
1gents I ever seen he's the outlasting -
est."
"You sure got your vocabulary all
warmed up,' -observed Little Joe, so-
called because of two hundred pounds
of iron -hard sinew and muscle. Slim
was wandering towards the door to
execute his mission, but he kept bis
head cocked towards his prostrated
friend to learn as much as possible
before he left. "Which I disremem-
ber," went on Little Joe thoughtfully,
i"of you ever putting so many words
together without cussing. Perris Mast
of give you some Bible study down
to Glosterville."'
It brought Shorty up on one bulg-
ing elbow and he glared at Little Joe.
"Bible?"; snorted Shorty. "His idea
of a Bible is fefty-two cards and a
joker. He does his praying with one
foot on a footrail."
"He'll sure fit in fine here," drawl-
ed Little Joe. "What with a girl for
our boss and a hired hoss-catcher,
none of us being good enough to take
the jeb, we all will get a mighty fine
rep around these parts. You done
yourself proud bringing him up here,
Shorty."
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(Continued next week.)
LONDON AND WINGHAM
South.
a.m. p.m..
Wingham 645 2.54
Belgrave 7.01 2.57
Blyth 7.12 3.08
Londesboro
Clinton
Brucefield
Kippen
Hensall
Exeter
x
Exeter
Hensel'
Kippen
Brucefield
Clinton
Londesboro
Blyth
Belgrave
Wing -ham
North.
C. N. R.
East.
7.19 3.15
7.38 3.33
7.56 4.58
8.03 4.51
8.09 4.04
8.23 4.18
10.59
11.13
11.18
11.27
11.58
12.16
12.2,3
12.33
12.47
5.46
6.00
6.04
6.11
6.30
6.48
6.55
7.05
7.20
ant p.m.
Goderich 0•40 6.35 2.80
Holmesville 6.50 2.46
Clinton 6.58 2.55
Seaforth 7.12 8.11
St. Columban 7.18 8.17
Dublin 7.23 8.2'4
West.
Dublin 11.24 9.43
St. Columban 11.29
Seaforth 11.40 iLie=
Clinton 11.65 10.09
Holmesville 12.05 10.18
Goderich 12.20 10.81
C. P. R. TIME TABLE
East.
fun.
mGch
moodenGesariewt6.55
8.04
6.50
Blythuhrn
625
. ...,..... 6.11
WaltonIVIcN0
ug'ht • 4.58
.40
Toronto
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Toronto
McNaught
1;*;
West.
Walton 11111''
11360aw :. : .1 .Blyth... ...... . .4-.... ,' 11:311:1'
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Milburn ..... • ,f
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Meiteeet
Goderich ....,. • .. ... ... ..;..v.r
C'..NRE,' 6,k =kr- -
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