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THE
YALE DEMO CRAT
MOlIYjf^DONAip
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SYNOPSIS.
Major McDonald, commanding an army
Soat near Fort Dodge, eeeka a 'n.an
Intercept his daughter. Molly, who !•
headed for the poet. An Indian outbreak
la threatened. Sergeant "Brick” Hamlin
meets the stage In which Molly Is travel-
ing. They are attacked by Indians, and
Hamlin and Molly escape In the darkness
Hamlin tells Molly he was discharged
from the Confederate service In disgrace
and at the close of the war enlisted In
the regular army. He suspects one Cap-
tain LeFevre of being responsible for
his disgrace Troops appear and under
escort of Uleut. Gaskins Molly starts to
Join her father. Hamlin leaves to rejoin
his regiment. He returns to Fort Dodge
after a summer of lighting Indians, and
finds Molly there. Shota are heard In the
plght. Hamlin rushes out. sees what he
believes Is the figure of Molly hiding In
the darkness and falls over the body of
Lieutenant Uaaklns, who accuses Hamlin
of shooting him. The sergeant Is proves
Innocent. He sees Molly In company with
Mrs. Dupont, whom he recognises as a
former sweetheart, who threw him over
for LeFevre. Mrs. Dupont tells Hamlin
LeFevre forced her to send him a lying
note. Hamlin declares he has been look-
ing for LeFevre to force him to clear his
record. Later he overhears Dupont and a
soldier hatching up a money-making
plot. Molly seeks an Interview with
Hamlin. She says her father seems to be
In the power of Mrs Dupont, who claims
to be a daughter of McDonald's sister.
Molly disappears and Hamlin ssts out to
trace her. McDonald Is ordered to Fort
Ripley. Hamlin discovers that the man
who left on the stage under the name of
McDonald was not the major. He finds
McDonsld’s murdered body. Hamlin
takes Wasson, s guide, and two troopers
and goes tn pursuit of the murderers, who
had robbed McDonald of *30.000 paymas-
ter's money. He suspects Dupont. Con-
ners, soldier accomplice of Dupont. Is
found murdered. Hamlin’s party Is caught
tn a fierce bllmsard while heading for the
Clmmaron. One man dies from cold and
another almost succumbs. Wasson Is shot
as they come In sight of the Clmmaron.
stirrupo, bonding eagerly for-
erolc work Hamlin resuscitates Carroll.
r«
by iVighes, a cow thief, who Is laying for
Her
his remaining trooper,
hid ‘
_______________ ___Hamlin discovers
a log cabin hidden under a bluff, occupied
I<eFevre. who cheated him In a cattle
deal. His description Identifies LeFevre
and Dupont as one and the same. Hughes
shot Wasson mistaking him for one of
LeFevre’s party. Hamlin decides to wait
at the cabin until the storm abates before
attempting to take up the trail of Le-
Fevre. who Is carrying Molly to the In-
dians’ camp.
'CHAPTER XXIX.—Continued.
The oowman, muffled to the ears In
a buffalo coat, plunged profanely Into
the drift, slamming the door behind
him. Hamlin hastily glanced over the
few articles piled In readiness on the
bench—ammunition, blankets, food—
paying no heed to Carroll's muttering
of discontent. By the time Hughes
returned, he had everything strapped
for the saddles. He thrust the now-
man's rifle under his own flap, but
handed the latter a revolver, staring
straight Into his eyes as he did so.
“1 reckon you and 1 have got enough
In common in this chase to play
square.” he said grimly. "We're both
out after Le Fevre, ain’t we?”
“You bet."
"All right, then; here’s your gun. If
you try any trickery, Hughes, I'd ad-
vise that you get me the first shot, for
if you miss you’ll never have an-
other."
The man drew the sleeve of hie
coat over his Ups, his eyes shifting be-
fore the Sergeant’s Bteady gate.
"I ain’t thet sort," he muttered un-
easily. "Yer don’t need to think thet
o me."
‘‘Maybe not," and Hamlin swung
into the saddle carelessly. "Only
thought I'd tell you beforehand what
would happen If you attempt any fool
gun play. Take the lead, you know
the trail."
Carroll, supporting himself by the
table, crept across to the door and
watched them, reckless as to the en-
tering cold. The glaae of the white
enow revealed clearly the outlines of
the disappearing horsemen, as they
rode cautiously down the bank. The
thin fringe of shore Ice broke under
the weight of the ponies' hoofs, aa the
rldera forced them forward into the
icy water. A moment later the two
crept up the sharp Incline of the op-
posite shore, appearing distinct
against the sky as they attained the
summit. Hamlin waved his hand, and
then, on a lope, the figures vanished
into the gloom. Crying, and swearing
at his helplessness, the deserted sol-
dier closed the door, and crept back
^iitfBring Into his blankets.
Hughea turned hla horse's head to
the southwest, and rode steadily for-
ward, the buffalo overcoat giving him
a shaggy, grotesque appearance In
the spectral light reflected from the
\ snow. Without a word Hamlin fol-
lowed. * oace behind. Their rout# lay
for the first i«>— miles across a com
paratively level plateau, over which
the fierce wind of the late storm bud
ewept with such violence ae to leave
the surface packed firm The night
shut them In stlently, giving to their
Immediate surroundings a mournful
, loneliness most depressing. There
were no shadows, only the dull enow-
spectres, the only sound the orunchlng
of their horses' hoofs on the crust.
The Sergeant, staring about, felt that
he had never looked upon a more de-
pressing spectacle than this gloomy
landscape, desolate and wind-swept,
still overarched with low-lying storm
clouds, black and ominous.
They advanced thus for two houra,
making no attempt to force their ani-
mals, and scarcely exchanging a word,
both men watchful of the anow under-
foot In search of a possible trail, when
the character of the country began to
change. The level plain broke Into
a series of ridges of Irregular forma-
tion, all evidently heading toward
some more southern valley. In the de-
pressions the snow lay banked In deep
rifts, and, after plunging desperately
through two of these, unable to Judge
correctly In the dim light where to
ride, Hughes turned more to the
south, skirting along the bare slope of
a ridge, trusting some turn lower
down would yield them the necessary
westerning.
’ "It’s over the ponies’ heads down
thar, Sergeant,” he said, pointing aide-
ways into the dark hollow, ’’an’ we’re
bound to strike a cross-ridge afore we
come to the bluffs."
"What bluffs? The Canadian?"
"Yep; It’s badly broken kentry a
long ways west o’ yere. Bad lands
mostly, an’ a hell o’ a place for cattle
to hide out.”
"Hughes, do you know where Blaek
Kettle's camp Is?"
"Well, no, not exactly. Las’ winter
the Cheyennes was settled 'bout op-
posite the mouth o’ Buffalo creek, an'
thar 're down thar somewhar now.
Thar’s one thing sure—they ain’t any
east o’ thet As we ain’t hit no trail,
I reckon as how Le Fevre's outfit
must hev drifted further then 1 calc'la-
ted."
"I thought so at the time,” com-
mented the other, quietly. "However,
we will have to make the circle, and,
if the country out yonder Is as you de-
scribe, they will be no better off.
They’ll have to follow the rldgea to
get through. We may get a glimpse
when daylight comes.”
They rode on steadily, keeping down
below the crest of the hills, yet pick-
ing a passage where the snow had
been swept clear. The slipperlness of
the Incline made their progress slow,
as they dared not risk the breaking of
a horse's leg In that wilderness, and
the faint glimmer was most confusing.
The wind had ceased, the calm was
impressive after the wild tumult, but
the cold seemed to strengthen as tks
dawn advanced, viciously biting the
exposed faces of the men. The strain-
ing ponies were white with frost. In
the gray of a cheerless dawn they
reached the first line of bluffs, and
drew rein Just below the summit,
where they could look off across the
lower ridges to the westward.
It was a wild, desolate scene, the
dull gray sky overhead, the black and
white Bhadlng below. Mile on mile
the picture unrolled to the horizon,
the vista widening slowly as the light
increased, bringing forth the details
of barren, wind-swept ridges and ehal
low valleys choked with snow. Not a
tree, not a shrub, not even a rock
In his
ward.
By bsavsn! There they are,
Hughes," he exclaimed, feeling the hot
blood course through his veins. ’’Bee,
__the Incline of that third ridge.
There Is s shadow there, and they are-
not moving. Here; draw In back of
ms; now you can see. It looks *•
though they had a horse down.
Hughes stared long In the direction
indicated, hla eyes narrowed Into mars
slits.
"Ah! that’s It," he said at last.
"Horte broke a leg; shot It Jest then—
I seen the flash. Now they’re goln’
on. Bee! One fellow climbin’ up be-
hind ’nothsr, an' the horse left lyin’
thar on tbs snow.”
“How many people do you make
out?" and Hamlin’s voice shook a lit-
tle. "There’s four, ain't there?”
At that distance the fugitives looked
like mere black dots. It could scarce-
ly be determined that they moved,
and yet their outlines were distinct
against the background of white Bnow
while the two watcher# possessed the
trained vision of the plains. Hughes
answered after a deliberate inspec-
tion, without so much as turning his
head.
"Thar’s four; leastwise thar was
four bosses, and two—the Injuns like-
ly—are rldin’ double. Thar animals
are ’bout played. It looks ter me—Just
able ter crawl. Ain't had no fodder Is
bout the size o’ it. We ought to be
able ter head thet bunch off ’fore they
git to the Canadian at thet rate o’
travel—hey. Sergeant T’
Hamlin's eyes followed the long
sweep of the cross-ridge, studying Its
trend, and the direction of the inter-
vening valleys. Once down on the
other slope all this extensive view
would be hidden; they would have to
ride blindly, guessing at the particular
swale along which those others were
advancing. To come to the summit
again would surely expose them to
those keen Indian eyes. They would
be searching the trail ahead ceaseless-
ly, noting every object along the
creBtB of the ridges. However, If the
passage around was not blocked with
snow, they ought to attain the junction
in ample time. With twice as far
to travel, their ponies were strong and
fit and should win out against Le
Fevre’s starved beasts. He waved his
gloved hand.
'We’ll try It," he said, shortly;
‘‘come on, Hughes.”
He led off along the steep side of
the hill, and forcing his horse into a
sharp trot, headed straight out into
the white wilderness; Hughes, with-
out uttering a word, brought down his
quirt on his pony’s flank and fol-
lowed.
Ing through. No doubt about that
there?" .
"Not iess them Injuns took to ms
ridge. They wus sure tn the fourth
valley when we fuet sighted the outfit
back thar. Whatcher goln’ ter do. Ser-
geant? Jump ’em a hose-back, an
Just pump lead?”
Hamlin had thought this over as ns
rode and already had planned his ab
tack. The opening to the valley along
which Le Fevre's exhausted party
were slowly advancing toward them,
seemed favorable—It was narrow and
badly choked with snow. It offered
an ideal place for a surprise and was
far enough away from the Indian en-
campment—if the latter was situated
as Hughes believed, in the great bend
above—so that no echo of shots would
carry that distance, even through the
crisp atmosphere. There were two
things the Sergeant had determined
to accomplish If possible—the rescue
of Miss Molly uninjured, and the cap-
ture of Le Fevre. No matter how
deeply he despised the man he could
not afford to have him killed. So far
as the Indians were concerned there
would be no mercy shown, for If
either one escaped he would carry
the news to the village. With all this
In mind the Sergeant swung out of
the saddle, dropping the rein to the
ground, confident that the tired cow-
pony would remain quiet. His belt
was buckled outside the army over-
coat, and he drew his revolver, tested
It, and slipped it back loosely Into the
holster. Then he pulled out the rifle
from under the flap of the saddle,
grimly handling It In his gloved fin-
gers. Hughes, his head sunk Into his
fur collar, hts hot breath steaming in
the cold atmosphere, watched him
curiously.
“Lookin’ fer a right smart fight, 11
reckon,” he said, a trifle uneasily. ‘‘Be-
lieve me, yer ain’t goln’ ter find thet
Plunged Profanely Into the Drift.
broke the dead monotony. All was
loneliness and silence. The snow lay
gleaming and untrampled, except as
hers and there a dull brown patch of
dead grass darkened the side of a hill.
Hamlin shadowed his eyes with gloved
hands, studying Intently Inch by loch
gleam across which they passed like the wide domain. Suddenly he aroM
CHAPTER XXX.
The Fight In the 8now.
The slope toward the south had not
been swept clear by the wind, and the
horses broke through the crust to
their knees, occasionally stumbling
Into hollows where the drifts were
deep. This made progress slow, al-
though Hamlin pressed forward reck-
lessly, fully aware of what It would
mean should the fugitives emerge
first, and thus achieve a clear pass-
age to the river. What was going on
there to the right, behind the fringe
of low hills, could not be conjectured,
but to the left the riders could see
clearly for a great distance over the
desolate, snow-draped land, down to
the dark waters of the Canadian and
the shore beyond. It wss all a deso-
late waste, barren of movement, and
no smoke bore evidence of any Indian
encampment near by. A mile or more
to the west the river took a sharp
bend, disappearing behind the bluffs,
and on the open plain, barely visible
against the unsullied mantle of snow,
were dark specks, apparently moving,
but In erratic fashion. The distance
Intervening was too great for either
man to distinguish exactly what these
might be, yet as-they plunged onward
their keen eyes searched the valley
vigilantly through the cold clear air.
"Some of your long-horns, Hughes?”
asked the Sergeant finally, pointing as
he turned and glanced back. "Quite a
bunch of cattle. It looks to ms.”
"Them thar ain’t cows," returned
the other positively. "Tha’re too close-
ly bunched up. I reckon It’ll bs Black
Kettle’s pony herd.”
“Then his village will lie In beyond
the’big bend th re," and Hamlin rose
In his stirrups, shading his eyes. "The
herders haven’t driven them far since
the storm broke. You don’t see any
smoke, do you?”
Hughes shook his head.
“You wouldn't likely see none
against the gray sky; them ponies
Is two er maybe three miles off, an’
ther camp Is likely a mile er so furth
er. Thar’s a big bend thar, as I re-
member; a sort o’ level spot with bluff
all ’round, ’cept on the side ’o ther
river. Ws bed a cattle corral thar
onc’t, durin’ a round-up. Most likely
that’s whar they ara.”
"And Le Fevre le heading straight
for the spot. Well, he’ll have to come
out on this bench first."
"Yep. there sure ain’t ao valleya
lying between. How many o’ these
yere gulch opening! heve we got past
already?” .__. ,
"Three; there’e the fourth Just
ahead. That’s the one they were trail-
"By Heavens! There
Hughes."
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“I hope he knows enough to quit
when he’s cornered," returned the
other pleasantly, sweeping his eyes to
the opening In the hills, “for I’m aim
lng to to take him back to Kansas
alive.”
"The hell ye are!”
"That’s the plan pardner, and I’ve
got reason for It I knew Le Fevre
once, years ago, during the war, and
I've been some anxious to get my
hands on him ever since. He's worth
far more to me alive than dead, Just
now, Hughes,” his voloe hardening,
you’ll bear that fact in mind when
the fracas begins. From now on thiB
Is my affair, not yours. You under-
stand? You get busy with the two
bucks, and leave the white man to me.
Come on now—dismount
Hughes came to the ground with
evident reluctance, swearing savagely.
What do yer think I’m yere for,
he demanded roughly, "If It wa’n’t to
shoot that cuss?’’
Hamlin strode swiftly over, and
dropped a hand on the shaggy shoul-
der.
"You are here because I ordered
you to come with me; because If you
hadn’t I would have killed you back
there In the shack, you red-handed
murderer. Now listen, Hughes. I
know what you aro—a cattle thief.
You and Le Fevre belong to the same
outfit, only he was the smarter of the
two. I have spared your life for a
purpose, and If you fall me now I'll
shoot you down as 1 would a dog.
Don’t try to threaten me, you cur, for
I am not that kind. I am not trusting
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Finds it After 10 Years
Pood Would Sour and Boil
—Teeth Like Chalk
Mr. Herbert M. Gesaner writes from his
home in Berlin, N. H.:
I had stomach trouble over ten years)
kept getAng worse. I tried everything for
relief but it came back worn than ever.
Last fall I got awfully bed; could only eat
light loaf bread and tea. In January I got
so bad that what I would eat would sour
and boil; my teeth would be like chalk.
you; I haven’t from the first, but you I iZSLwSi1 T7 d/y f°I
are going Into this fight on my aide, | ahnut EATftNin and —if. a*
and under my orders
The two men glared into each oth
er's eyea. silent, breathing hard, hut
there was a grim determination about
the Sergeant’s set Jaw that left
Hughes speechless. He grinned weak-
ly, stamping down the snow under I
foot. Hamlin’s continued silence |
brought a protest to his lips.
(TO BB CONTINUKDJ
Too Good to Lend.
Agnes—This novsl looks swfully In-
teresting. Is It good?
Gladys—It's perfectly- splendid. I’d
lend It to you In s minute, but It be-
longs to ms.—Life.
about EATONIO and told my wife to get
me a box at the drug atore aa I was going
to work at 4 p. m. I took one-third of it
and began to feel relief; when it was
three-fourths gone, I felt fine and -when U
was need up I had no paint. Wife got m
another box but I have felt the pain W
ice. I need five tablets out of the nei
x and I have no more atoniaeh troubh
>w I write to tell you how thankful I
1 that I heard of EATONIO. I feel lik.
new man; I eat what I like, drink plenty
water, and It merer hurts me st ell.
FRECKLES
W. N. U., Oklahoma City, No. 21-192C
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