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The Trey O’ Hearts By Louis Joseph Vance ° Huffledly “unbutfoning her jacket, ehe whipped a playing cad from her pocket, a trey o' hearts, and with the stub of a pencil scribbled three words on its face—“Danger! Go back!” Then finding a small, flattish bit of rock, she bound the card to it with @ bit of string; and with one more dackward glance to make sure she was not watched, approached the drink. Hop! Jim was meticulously shorten- ing the fuse, Marrophat kneeling by Bis side. . In the canyon below the three were within two minutes of the danger, point. It was no trick at all to drop the stone so that it fell within a dozen feet of the leading horseman. She saw him rein in suddenly, dis- mount, cast a look aloft, then dismount and pick up the warning. As the others joined him, he de- tached the card and showed it to them. At the same time Hopi Jim and Mar- rophat jumped up and ran back, each seizing and holding his horse by nose and bridle. Constrained to do likewise lest she lose her mount, Judith waited with a lightened heart The explosion smote dull echoes trom the flanks of the Painted hills, all droweing in the noon-day hush: the boulder teetered reluctantly on the drink, then disappeared with a tear- ing sound followed by a rush of earth and gravel; a wide gap appeared in the brink of the trail. Leaving Marrophat to hold the two frightened horses while the girl soothed her own, the bandit rushed to the edge, threw himself flat and swore ' ‘bitterly, with an accent of grievance, as he rose. | From the canyon below a dull noise of galloping hoots advertised too plain- 3y the failure of their attempt. And Hopi Jim turned back only to @nd Judith mounted, reining her horse ' in between him and Marrophat, and prepared to give emphasis to what she had to say with an automatic pistol that nestled snugly in her palm, “One moment, Mr. Slade,” she sug- gested evenly. “Juat'a moment before ' you break the sad news to Mr. Marro- phat. I've something to say that needs your attention—likewise, your respect. It is this: I am parting company with you and Mr. Marrophat. I am riding ' on toward the west, by this trail. If either of you care to follow me”—the automatic flashed ominously in the sun glare—“it will be with full knowl- edge of the consequences. Mr. Marro- phat will enlighten you if you have any doubt of my ability to take care of myself in such affairs as this. If you are well advised, you will turn back and report failure to my father.” She nodded curtly and swung her horse round. “And what shall I tell your father from you?” Marrophat demanded sharply. | “What you please,” the girl replied, flashing an impish smile over-shoulder. “But, eince when I part company with you, I part with him as well—for all of me, you may tell him to go to the devil!” “Well,” Mr. Marrophat admitted con- fidentially to Mr. Slade, “I'm damned!” “And that ain't all,” Mr. Slade con- fided in Mr. Marrophat, whipping out his own revolver: “You're being held up, too. I'll take those guns of your'n, friend, and what else you've got about you that’s of value, including your hoss | —and when you get back to old man Trine you can just tell him, with my | best compliments, that I've quit the Job and lit out after that daughter of his’'n. She's a heap sight more attrac- tive than nineteen thousand dollars, and not half so hard to earn!” CHAPTER XXXIV. Burnt Fingers. Once ehe had lost touch with her fa- ther's creatures, the girl drew rein and went' on more slowly and cau- tiously. Below her, in the valley, the lower| trail wound its facile way. From time to time she could discern upon some naked stretch of its length a cloud of dust, or perhaps three mounted flr‘ ures, scurrying madly on with fear of death snapping at their heels. It was within an hour of midnight, | a night bell-clear and bitter cold on ! the heights, and bright with moon- 1 light, when Alan's party made its last | pause and camped to rest against the | dawn, unconscious of the fact that, a quarter of a mile above them, on the | upper trail, a lonely woman paused when they paused and made her own | camp on tle edge of a sharp declivity. The level shafts of the rising sun awakened her. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, yawned, stretched limbs stiff with the hardship of sleeping on un- | yielding, sun-baked earth—and of a | sudden started up, surprised by the | grating of footsteps on the earth be- | hind her. | Before she could turn, however, she was caught and wrapped in the arms ot Hopi Jim. | She mustered all her strength and wits and will for one last struggle— and in a frenzied moment managed to break his hold a trifle, enough to en- able her to enatch at the pistol hang- ing from her belt and present it at Lis head. i But it exploded harmlessly, spend- ing its bullet on the blue of the morn- ing sky. The bandit caught her wrist in time, thrust it aside and subjected it to such cruel pressure and such sav- age wrenchings that the pistol dropped trom fingers numbed with pain. And now all hint of mercy left his eyes; remained only the glare of rage. He put forth all his strength in turn, and Judith was as a child in his hands. In half a minute he had her helpless, in as much time more her back was breaking actoss .his kunee, while Qe ehot from sight over the edge of the leaving her momentarily supine on the ground, Hopi Jim caught and unhobbled her horse, and without troubling to saddle it, lifted the girl to its back, and placed her there, face upward, catching her hands and feet, as they fell on either flank of the ani- mal, with more loops of that unbreak- able rawhide, and deftly placing the master knot of the hitch that bound this human pack well beyond possi- bility of her reach. She panted a prayer for mercy. He laughed in her face, bent and kissed her brutally, and stepped back laugh- ing to admire his handiwork . . . Thus he stood for an instant be- tween the horse and the edge of the declivity, a fair mark, stark against the sky, for one who stood in the val- ley below, holding his rifle with eager fingers, waiting for just such oppor- tunity with the same impatience with which he had waited for it ever since the noise of debris kicked over the edge by the struggling man and woman had drawn his attention to what was going on above. Alan pressed the trigger and the shot sounded clear in the morning stillness, Judith saw a look of ag- grieved amazement cross the face of Hopl Jim Slade. Then he tbrew his hands out, clawed blindly at the air, staggered, reeled against the horse’s flank so heavily that it shied in fright, and abruptly bluft, CHAPTER XL. The Man In the Shadow. Two hundred feet, if one, Hopi Jim fell from the lip of the cliff. Then sud- denly the thing that had been Hopl | Jim Slade was checked in its headlong descent by the outstanding trunk of a tree, over which it remained, doubled up, limp, horrible . . . | The miniature landslide that had been caused by his fall went on, settling gradually as the slope be- came less sheer. Only part of it, a | double handful of pebbles, gained the | bottom of the canyon. | Its muffled impact on the ground | round his feet roused the man who had compassed the bandit's death from the pose he had unconsciously as- | sumed on the instant of firing. | He stepped back, and snatched up | a case containing binoculars. | Not before the glasses were: fusted to his visien did he find time .0 re- spond absently to the alarmed and in- sistent inquiries of his two compan- fons, a man of his own age and a girl | of some years less, who had been wakened from their sleep by the re- port of the rifle. Now the latter plucked his sleeve, momentarily deflecting the glasses f: .m the object which they were fol- | lowing so sedulously as it moved along the heights; a wildly running | horse with a woman bound helpless | upon {its back, both sharply in sil-| houette against the burning blue. “Alan!” the girl demanded, “what | is it? Why did you fire? Why won't you answer me? What is it?" | “Judith,” Alan replied tersely, again picking up with the glasses the run- | away horse that fled so madly along | the perilous and narrow track of the | hill trail. The name was echoed from two | throats as Alan swung sharply and | thrust the glasses into the hands of | the girl. “Judith,” he affirmed with a look of poignant solicitude. *“She's roped to the back of that crazy broncho—help- less! See for yourself; one false step —suppose a stone turns beneath its hoof—she'll be killed!" While the girl focused her glasses upon that speck that flew against the sky Alan turned to the two horses hobbled near by and seizigg a saddle threw it over the back of one. At this the other man turned to his side and dropping a detaining hand upon his arm asked: l “What are you going to do?” Alan shook the hand off and went | on with his self-appointed task. | “Go after her, Tom, of course,” he replied. “What else? That animal is crazy, I tell you—"" ! “Even s0,” Tom Barcus argued, “you can’t climb that hillside on horseback— and if you could, you'd be too late to | catch up, much less prevent an ac- cident—" 1 know it. Put suppose it doesn't fall ... You know what's beyond these hills—deserts! And the girl is helpless, 1 tell you, bound hand and foot. Think of her being carried that way—all day, perhaps—face up to this sun! Shell go mad if some- isn't done— “You've gone mad yourself already,” Mr. Barcus contended darkly. “What's it to you if she does? Suppose you do succeed in rescuing her: what then? As soon as she gets on her pins she'll try to stick a knife into you—like as not What's she been chasing you for, all over this land of the brave and home of the free, but to take your fool life® And now you want to sacrifice . out of his company, I'm just naturally yourself to her, out of sheer, down- right foolishness in the head! I sup- pose you'll like me to call it chivalry: I'li tell you what I call it—lunacy!” | “Don’t be an ase!” Alan responded temperately, gathering the reins to- gether and instinctively lifting a foot tc the stirrup. “Who warned us yes- terday in time to prevent our being crushed by that rock? Judith! Why was she separated from Marrophat and the others—alone up there when that beast eneaked up behind her—O, I saw him—1 saw it all—and grabbed her and roped her to that bronco—if it wasn’t because she had broken with ; them for good and all and started to fight on our eide?” “You're raving,” Barcus commented in a hopeless tone. He looked to the girl. “Rose—Miss Trine—reason with this madman—" Dropping the glasses, the girl came swiftly and confidently to her lover’s side, lifting her lips to his. "Go, sweetheart!” she told him. “Save her if you can!” With a look of triumph for the bene- fit of Mr. Barcus Alan Law gathered Rose Trine into his agms. | “Did you dream for an instant Rose would see her own sister carried to her death if anything could be done to avert it—no matter what we may : have suffered at Judith’s hands?” With an indignant grunt, but con- siderate none the less, Mr. Barcus caught up the glassee and turned his bac! “Go on!” he grumbled, pretending to ignore the hand Alan offered him from the saddle. “I've got no patience with you . But go!” he insisted, of a sudden seizing the hand and pressing it fervently. “And God go with you, my friend!” Then hoofbeats drumming on the hard-packed earth of the canyon trail struck a hundred echoes from its rugged, rocky walls. ! Mr. Barcus showed Rose Trine a face almost ludicrous with its an- ! guished smile that was intended to ‘| seem reassuring. “Let's look sharp and follow him ; as quick as may be,” he urged. “Light- | ning will never strike us so long as ! we stick to Mr. Law of the charmed life—but I don’t mind telling yon, once : afraid of the dark!"” —_— | CHAPTER XLI. i The Trall of Flying Hoof-Prints. | In the still air of that young day the ! chill of night lingered stubbornly— and would until the shadow of the eastern rampart had crept slowly | down the canyon’s western wall, tele- | scoped upon itself and vanished, let- ! ting in the sun to make the place al pit of torment and of burning. Refreshed from rest and exhilarated by this grateful coolness, his horse responded willingly to the first light | touch of Alan’s spur. In a twinkling | the overnight camp dropped from view | behind the rounded shoulder of a hill- | side, mesquite-cloaked. Then from its first spirited flight the horse settled down to steady go- ! ing, lengthened its stride, and ran for leagues with the long, apparently ef-| fortless and tireless lope of the plains- | bred broncho, ventre-a-terre, 1 Alan's departure from camp had an- | ticipated by a round quarter-hour the appearance on the upper trail of friends of the slain bandit, to the number of four or five, who had both discovered and recovered his body, called his death murder and pledged themselves to its avengement—laying responsibility for the putative crime at the door of the man and woman to be seen in the canyon, immediately below the scene of Hopi Jim's fall. Between the moment when discov- ery of the men on the ridge trail in- | terrupted their simple and hurried breakfast and that which found Rose and Barcus mounted on the back of their own horse and making the best of their way down the canyon in pur- suit of Alan, but little time had elapsed. And even with its double burden, their horse made better time upon the broad lower level than those who followed the ridge trail. By mid-morn- ing, when they approached the foot- hills that ran down to the desert, the pursuit was more than a mile in the . rear and shut off to boot by a mono- lithic hill, while Alan was many & weary mile in advance. He sat upon his horse, just then, at standstill upon the summit of a round- ed knoll, the Painted hills lifting up behind him, the desert before unfold- Ing like a map—but like a map all blurred. Only in the near foreground was anything definite to be distinguished in the aspect of that sunbitten waste— bleached earth patterned in almost or derly arrangement by sagebrush and gnarled cacti. At the distance of halt a mile all blended into one plain of glaring gray that ver the round of the world wall of purple hills that enly in the Was Jud lost, de lift a hand to blast of that Staring ber discerned noth the surface of myriad heatd monoto- nously their infernal danse macabre. Or—as seemed more probable—was she back there among the Painted hillg, lying still and lifeless, erushed beneath the weight of that fallen horse? No rest for Alan till he knew o o Descending the knoll he reined his ! lagging mount back into the trail, fol- lowing its winding course through the foetkifls and 4 the base of th-t monolithic mountain toward the junc tion with the ridge trail, miles away. It epproached the hour of ncon be- fore he gained the point where the two trails joined 2nd struck out across the des~*t. And here he discovered what he thought indisputable indica- tion that the fright of Judith's horse 0 a nd, he d upoa but its ! had persisted. Abandoning immediately all notion of returning through the hills by the ridge-trail, he turned and swung away at the best pace he could spur from Lis broncho, delivering himself into | the pitilcss embrace of that implaca- ble wilderness of sun and sand. At long intervals he would check ! thé broneho aid, rééling in his saddle, endeavor to sweep the desert with his binoculars. And toward the middle of the after- noon he fancied that something re- warded one such effort; something for an instant swam athwart the field of the glasses: something that seemed to move like a weary horse with a human figure bound to its back. But now the phenomena were dis- cernible which, had he been more des- ert wise, would have made him pause and think before he ventured farther from those hills, already beyond reach as they were. His first appreciated warning came ' when the surface of the desert seemed to lift and shake like the top of » canvas tent in a gale. At the same time a mighty gust of wind swept athwart the waste, hot as a furnace- blast. In a trice dust enveloped man and horse, a stifiing cloud of super- heated particles that stung the flesh like a myriad needles. And then dark- ness fell, the twilight of hades, a cop- percolored pall. Nothing remained visible beyond arm’s length. Blinded, half suffocated, unspeak- ably dismayed and bewildered, the broncho swung round, back to the blast, and refused to budge another inen. Himself more than half-dazed, but still hounded by his nightmare vision ; of Judith,” Alan dismounted to escape being torn bodily from the saddle by . that hellish sand-blast, and seizing the bridle sought to draw the horse on with him. He wasted his strength in that en- deavor: the animal balked, planted, its hoofs deep in the sand, stiffened its legs and resisted with the stub- ‘bornness of a rock; then, of a sudden, jerked his head smartly, snapped the bridle from his grasp and flung away, scudding before the storm. Pursuit was out of the question: indeed, the bridle was barely torn from his hand before Alan lost sight of the broncho. For a moment he stood rooted in consternation as in a bog—with an arm upthrown across his face. Then the thought of Judith re- curred. . . . Head bended and shoulders rounded, he began to forge a way into the teeth of the sandstorm. How long he fought on, pitting his strength against the elements, cannot be reckoned. In the end he stumbled blindly down a slight decline and was abruptly conscious that he had in some way found shelter from the full force of the wind. He staggered on another yurd or two, breathing more freely, and blun- dered into a rough-ribbed wall of rock —some sporadic outcrop, he under- stood, whose bulk stood between him and the storm. He thought to rest for a time, until the storm had spent its greatest strength; but as he laid his shoulder gratefully against the rock and scrubbed the dust from his smarting eyes he saw what he at first conceived to be a hallucination: Judith Trine standing within a yard of him, alive, strong, free. He stared incredulously, saw her recognize him, open her mouth to | utter a wondering cry that was inaudi- ble, and come quickly nearer. “Alan! You came for me! You fol- lowed me, through all this!” He threw off her hand with a bitter laugh—that was like the croaking of a raven as it issued from his bonedry throat—and in momentary possession of hysteric madness, reeled away from the woman and the shelter of the rock and delivered himself anew to the mercy of the dust-storm. CHAPTER XLII. Open Mutiny. Though she had been schooled to hold the very name of Law in loathing un- speakable and to think of Alan as a mortal enemy and as one whose death alone could properly requite the cruel injury that had been done her father; and though the man himselt had laughed to scorn her first involuntary confession of that love for him which now consumed her being with its in- satiable fires, she swallowed her chagrin and followed him with the solicitude of one whose love can recog- nize no wrong in its object. Through all the remainder ®f that day of terror ' she was never far from his side. With the meekness of the strong, she made herself his shadow. And she was now the stronger, for she had had more than an hour’s rest beside the waterhole, which he had missed on the way of that rocky windbreak. Sooner or later his strength must fail him and he would need her; till then she was content to bide her hour. It befell presently in startling fash- fon; she was not a yard behind him when he vanished abruptly. But the next moment Judith herselt was trembling on the crumbling brink of an arroyo of depth and width in determinable in the obscurity of the duststorm. Down this, evidently, Alan had fallen in his dizzy blindness. She found him insensible, lying with an arm bent under him in a pose suggestive of dislocation. Yet when she turned him on his back and relcased the arm, he made no sign to indicate that the movement had caused him the slightest pain. There was a slight cut upon his brow, a bruise about his left temple. She tore linen from her bosom, be- neath her coarse flannel shirt, and with | sparing aid from the canteen, washed | the cut clean and bandaged it. Then seeing that the storm held with fury unabated, she rose, recon- noitered and returned to exert all her strength and d=»~ tha w-conscious man acrees $ho «'rv b4 of that ancient water-course and under the lee of its farther bank. There, sitting, she pillowed his head upon her lap, and bendinz over him made her body an additional shel ter to him from the swirling clouds of dust. And for hours on end Judith nursed him there, scarce daring to move save to minister to his needs, bathing his fevered brow and moistening his parched lips and throat. In the course of the first hour she ‘was once startled by the spectral vis- fon through the driving sheets of dust of a horse that plodded up the arroyo, bearing two riders on its back. Weary with the weight of its double burden, it went slowly and passed 80 near to Judith that she was able to recognize the features of her sister and Tom Barcus. | Be sure she made never a sign to catch their attention. Within the next succeeding hour ' the coppery light lost something of its hot brillance, took on a darker shade, and then one darker still. Twi- light stole athwart the desert, turning its heat to chill, its light to violet. { Growing more intense, the cold eventually roused the sleeping man. And hardly had his eyes unclosed and looked up into the eyes of Judith bending over him than he started up and out of her embrace, got unstead- ily upon his feet and after a moment of pause, watching her rise in turn, strode away—or, rather, staggered— with the gesture of exorcism. Uncomplaining, hugging her new- born humility to her with the ecstasy of the anchorite his horse-hair shirt, . Judith followed him patiently, at a little distance. Not far from where he had rested there was a break in the overhanging wall of the arroyo. Through this he scrambled painfully, reaching the level ' of the desert only after cruel effort, the unheeded woman at his heels. A brief pause there afforded both ' i time to regain their breath and survey the desert for signs of assistance: it offered none, other than what they might accomplish through their own exertions. For leagues in any quarter 1t stretched without a break other than ! the black cleft of the arroyo, gleaming 1 a bleached and deathly white in the moonshine—like thé face of a frozen world. With tacit consent both turned that way, Alan leading, Judith his pertina- i cious shadow, with never a word or sign between them to prove that either was aware of the other’s company. But this was a state of affairs that could not long endure. Judith had the | price to pay for her own trials, suf- fering and privation: the strain began to tell sorely upon her. She reeled slichtly as she walked, weaving a | winding trail across and across the straighter line of footprints that marked Alan’s course through the or- dered pattern of the powdered sage- brush. And of a sudden she collapsed. Instinct alone made Alan glance over-shoulder: for she had made no sound whatever. He turned and came directly back to her, knelt beside her, lifted her head, pillowed it gently on his arm and plied her in turn with the dregs of the canteen. With a sigh, a stified moan and a little shiver, she revived He helped her gently to regain her fect, passed an arm round her. In this fashion they strugzled on in strange, dumb companionship of mis- ery and wonder. Thus an hour passed; and for all their desperate struggles neither could see that the light on the mountainside was a yard the nearer. Behind them other lights appeared, two staring yellow eyes that peered up over the horizon, seemed to pause a time in search of the two, then leaped out directly toward them. Of this they were altogether ignor- ant; and when a deep, droning sound disturbed the desert silence, like the purring of some gigantic cat, both as- cribed it to the drumming of their laboring pulses. The two lights were not a mile be- hind them when, silently, without a eign to warn the girl, Alan released her, took a step apart and dropped as it shot. Instantly ghe was kneeling by his side. But in the act of bending over him she drew back and remained for several moments motionless, staring at those twin glaring eyes, sweeping down upon them with all the speed attainable by a six-cylinder touring car negotiating a trackless desert. | When Judith did move it was not to comfort Alan. first act was to draw from her pocket a heavy, blunt-nosed revolver, break it . at the breech and blow its barrel 3 P@BBdE BOIBHPIPBIEEHPPPEPSPESE DS BEE B OB IEBEEEOEDEEE: SEEPEEBTLDELIE B g BOE s BB D B Armour Star Hams Uncanbassed ai 18 Cents This Week Only [. 6. TWEEDELL PHONE 59 & WW oo 8 ot PRPBPIE B *:m’m Z Q Causes of Unhappiness. The worst kinds of unhappiness, as well as the greatest amount of it, come from our conduct to each other. 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Alan had chosen to | fall in the middle of a wide space so arid that not even sagebrush had ven- tured to take root there. When the glare of the headlights fell upon them it was inevitable that discovery should follow. The motor car stopped within twenty feet. Three men jumped out and ran toward the pair, leaving two in the car—the chauffeur and one who occupied a corner of the rear seat: an aged man with the face of a damned soul, doomed for a little time to live upon this earth in the certain knowl- edge of his dam on. As this hap d leaped to her feet and stood over the body of Alan, a revolver poised in either hand. “Halt!™ she ordered imperatively. “Hands up!” The three who had alizhted obeyed without a moment’'s hesitation; her father’s creatures, they knew the daughter’s temper far too well to dream of opposing her will In the six hands that were sil.| houetted against the headlights’ radi- | ance, three revolvers glimmered; but | at her command all three dropped | harmlessly to the earth. | Then, sharply, “Stand back two paces!™ she required They humcred her una Darting forward she p: pocketed the three weapons, then with she named. “Now, Marrophat—and you, Hicks— pick Mr. Law up and carry him into | the car. And treat him gently, mind! | It one of you lifts a finger to harm | him, that one shall answer to me.” | Still none ventured to dispute her. | The two men designated, without a | sign of disinclination, stepped forward. | One lifted Alan Law by the shoulders; the other took the legs. 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