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The Strength of the Pines

CHAPTER XVlll—Continued. —l2 Those were mountain men; and they nul been in rille duels before. They hud the sure instincts of the beqsts of prey in the hills without, and among other things they knew It wasn't wise ft) stand long in an open doorway with the firelight of the ruined pine'behind them. They slipped quickly Into the darkness. Then they, stopped and. listened. The room was deeply silent. They couldn’t hear th§ sound that both of them had so, confidently ex-pe<:ted—hf-dyfn^ toom was quite deserted. “What’s up?” Bill 'demanded. Simon turned toward" him with a reowl, and the' match flickered and turned out in his fingers. “Keep your rifle ready. He may be hiding someth here —still able to shoot." They stole to the door of Linda's room and listened. Then they threw It wide. One of their foes was In this room —an -Implacable foe whose eyes were glinerlng and strange In the mftl<lh--11 gb4r-“ Birr” 11 . wfisTTuTtlicr Bruce nor Linda. It was old Elmira, cold., and sinister as a rattler in its lair. Simon cursed her and hurried on. Holding his rifle like a dub, he swung through into Bruce's room, lighted another match, then darted , Into the kitchen. In the dim..Jnateh—-light-the truth went home „to him. He turned, eyes glittering. “They've gone—on Dave’s horse,” he said. “Thank God, they’ve orfly got otfe mi ride Jik o. h—l up the- trail toward, vihe-. hr' BxtVe gone that way.' Keep close watch and shoot when you can make 'em out.” "You mean—” Bill's.,eyes widened. “Mean! I mean do ns I sav. Shoot by sound, if yon can’t see ’em,'and

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tt-Was Old Elmira, Coid and Sinister as a ffattler in Its Lair. * • . "don’t Tose~another second or I’ll shoot rou, too. Aim for the man if a chance offers—hut—sheet;—-anyway. -fWiiTstop hunting t” 1 ynr - -iW+ey“tf“(lTr( : li o7T in the brush, sure. it they get through, everything Is lost. 'II take the trail around the mountain.”.- ' ' ' -They raced to their horses, untied* la cm, and mounted swiftly. The dark.litss swallowed them at once. CHAPTER XXIX “In the depth ol gloom even- the | ©i!d folk —usually keeping so close t. watch on those that move on ! the shadowed trails—did not see I-inda ami Bruce ri.de past. The darkness is usually their time of dominance, hut tonight most of them had yielded to the storni and the Snow. They hovered In flieir coverts. there was among them was mostly toward the foothills; for the message had gone forth over the wilderness that the cold had come to stay. The little gnawing folk, emerging for another night’s wofk at. filling their larders with food, crept down into the scarcely less impenetrable darkness of their Underground .bumnysT'Even, the bears, whose furry coats were impervious to any ordinary cold, felt the beginnings of the coldtrance creeping over them. They were remembering the security and warmth of their last winter's dens, and they began to long for them again. The horse walked slowly, head near the ground. The girl made ua elTott to guide him. The, lightning had all but ceased; und in an instant It had become apparent that only by trusting to the animal's instinrt could the trail be kept at all; almost at once *ll sense of direction was lost to them. The snow and the darkness obscured the outline of the ridges against the sky; the trail was wholly invisible beneath them. After the first hundred yards they bad no way of knowing that the horse was actually on the trail. While animals In the light of day cannot see nearly so far or interpret nearly so clearly as human beings, they usually seem to make their way much better at fight. Many a frontiersman has been saved from death by realisation of this fact; and, bewildered, by the ridges, has permitted his dog to lead him into camp. But nature has never devised u creature that can see ltj the

By EDISON MARSHALL * Author of ‘The Voice of the Pack” Copyright by Little, Brown, and Cos.

utter darkness, a;id the gloom that .enfolded them now seemed simply unfathomable. Bruce found it Increasingly hard to'believe that the horse’s eyes could make out any kind of dim pathway In the pine needles. The feeb Jjig grew OJI) hl? atm tm'T.iifda as well? ..rliflh •'***£ SM'ii. UlgtdillinilTmlessly wan-, deriug in the storm. Os all,the sensations that the wilderness can afford, there are few more dreadful to the spirit than this. It is never pleasant to lose one’s bearings—and in the night and the cold and miles from any friendly habitation It is particularly hard to bear. Bruce felt the age-old menace of the wilderness as never before. It always seemed to be crofichlng, waiting to take a man at a disadvantage; and like the gods that first make mud those whom they would destroy. It doesn’t quite play fair. He understood now certain wilderness tragedies of which he had heard: how tenderfeet—lost among the ridges—had broken Into a wild run that had ended nowhere except In exhaustion and death. Bruce himself felt a wild desire to lash his horse into a gallop, but he forced it back with all his powers of will. His calmer, saner self explained that folly with entire clearness. It fouhl tjjjpfltt ten n quick aufcaw¥ death,, either at the foot of a precipice or from a blow from a low-hanging limb. The horse "Seemed to be feeling its way, rather than seeing. They were strange, lonely figures In the darkness; and for a long time they rode almost in silence* Then Bruce felt the -girl's breath as she jjjWSfgd.r

this matter-in- the face. Do ■you think we’ve gut a chance?" He rode a long time before lie answered. He groped desperately for a word that mighf Bring her cheer, but it was hard tp find. The cold seemed to deepen about them, the remorseless snow beat Into his fate. ‘'Lied,-i," lie replied, “it Is one of the mercies of this world for meu al- . ways to think that they’ve got a chance. Maybe It’s-'wily a cruelty In our case.” "I think I ought to tell you something else. I haven't > the feast way of knowing whether we are on the right trail." “I knew that long ago. Whether we are on any trail at all." “I’ve just been thinking. I don’t know how many forks It, has. We ; might have already got on a wrong one. Perhaps, the horse Is turned about and is heading back home—toward Simon's stables.” She spoke dully, and be thrust his arm back to her. “Linda, try to he brave," he. urged. ”We can only take a chance.” The horse plodded a few more steps. “Brave! To think that It is yeti that Ims encourage uie—Hi-' stead of my trying to keep jup._y.purspiriis.- Ywitlrry"lobe brave. Bruce, the night, my last remembrance will he .of your bravery—how you, Injured ithd weak from loss of blood, still'remembered to give a cheery word to me." “I'm not badly injured," he told her gently. “And there are certain things that have come clear to me lately. One of’ them Is that except for you—throwing your own precious body between—l wouldnit be here at all."

The feeling that they had lost the trail grew upon them. Once, they halted to adjust the blankets oil the saddle, and they listened for any sounds that might Indicate that Simon was overtaking them. But all they, heard was the soft rustle of Ibe leaves" under the wind-blown snow, “Linda.” he asked suddenly. “Does' It seem to you to be awfully cold - !” She waited a long time before shespoke. This was not the hour to make quick answers, \On any decision might rest their success or failure. .“I believe I can stand it —a while longer," fclie answered at - "But I don't think ~we'd better try to. -It's getting cold; Every hour It's’ colder, and I seem to be getting weaker. It. isn’t a real wound, Linda—but It seems to have knocked some f my vitality out of me, and I'm dreadfully in need of rest. I think we’d better try to make a camp." „ “And go on by morning light?” "Yes.” “But Simon might overtake us then." “We must stay out of sight of the trail., But somehow —I can’t help but hope he won't try to follow us on such a night as this." He drew up the horse, and they sat In the beat of the snow. "Don’t make any mistake about that, Bruce,” she told him. “Remember, that unless he overtake's us before we come Into the protection of the courts, his whole fight is lost. It doesn’t alone mean loss of the estate —for which he would risk his life just as he has a dozen times, it means defeat —a thing that would come hard to Simon. Besides, lie’s got a fire within him that will keep him warm.” “You Bvoan- hatred?” "Hatred. Nothing else.” “Bat In spite of it we must make catufi. We’ll get oft the trail —If we’re

still on It—and try to slip through tomorrow. You see what's going to happen if we keep on going this way?" "I khow that I feel u queer dread —and hopelessness—” “And that dreud and hopelessness are Just as much danger signals as the sound of Simon’s horse behind us. It means that the cold and the snow and the fear are getting the better of us. Linda, It’s a racy with death. Dbn't misunderstand me or disbelieve me. It fsn’t Simon alone now. It’s the cold and the snow,,and ffTV'ftSar. XlMstlhtaga&o <)o Is ro make "HTnip, keep- av-'wnnn trsTt’eTffn tn our blankets, and push on In the morning. It’s two full day’s ride, going fast, the best we can go—and God knows what will happen before the end.” “Then, turn off the trail, Bruce,” *the girl told him. * "I don’t know that we’re even on the trail." “Turn off, anyway. As long as we stay together—it doesn’t matter.” She spoke very quietly. Then he felt a strange thing. A warmth which even Ttlilt growing, terrible cold could not transcend swept' over him. For her arms had crept out under his arms and encircled his great breast, then pressed with all her gentle strength. No word of encouragement, no Cheery expression of hope could have meant so much. Not defeat, not even the long darkness of death itself could appall hint now. All that he had given and suffered and endured, all the Uiighty effort that he had made had

&&as*s ttaagaaEßMiasan -nseces light, a thing worth while, a sacrifice atoned for and redeemed. They headed off into the thickets, blindly, letting the horse choose the way. They felt him turn to avoid some object In his path—evidently a fallen tree —ami they mounted a slight ridge or rise. Then they felt the wet touch of fir branches against their.. 'i - •• V, “ . ! atwl botß dismounted. Both of them knew that

under the drooping limbs of, the tree they would find, at least until the snows deepened, comparative shelter from the storm. Here, rolled In their I blankets, they might pass the remainder of the night hours. Bruce tied the horse; and the girl’ unrolled the blankets. But she did not lay them together to make a rude bed—and the dictates of conventionality had nothing whatever- to do withit. If one jot more warmth could have -been achieved by it. these two Wouldhave lain side by side through the night hours between the same blankets. She knew, however, that more warmth could bp achieved if each of them took a blanket and rolled up In it; thus they would get two thicknesses instead of one and no Openings . to admit the freezing air. When this was done they lay side by side, economizing the last atom of warmth. | The night hours were dreary nnd long. The rain beat Into the limbs above them, and sometimes It sifted through. At the first gray of dawn Bruce opened tils eye/. His dreams had been troubled and” strange, Jnil the reality in. ...which, he wakened gave him_ no sense of.jellefIle foughT~a little ba_t_tle,_ Jvjng...Llu).pe---iohlli tlir~~sn?)\'v-'edv(~recl limbs of the fir tree. Because It was one In which no blows were exchanged, no shots . fired, nnd no muscles called Into action, It was no less a battle, trying and stern. It was a fight waged In Ills own spirit, and it seemed to rend him In twain. —The whole Issue Was clear In his mind at once. The cold had deepened In these hour# of dawn, and he was

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At the Firet Gray of Dawn Bruce Opened His Eyes. slowly, steadily freezing to death. Even now the blood flowed less swiftly In his veins. Death itself, In the moment, had lost all horror for him; rather It was a thing of peace, of ease. All he hnd to do was to lie still. Just closer his eyes—and soft shadows would drop over him. They would drop over Linda too. She lay still beside him; perhaps they had already fallen. The war he had waged so long and so relentlessly would end in blissful calm. Outside there was only snow and cold and wracking limbs and pain, only further conflict with tireless enemies, only struggle to tear his agonized body to

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pieces; and the bitterness of defeat In the end. He suw his chances pluln ns he lay beneath that gray sky. Even now, perhaps, Simon was upon them. Only two little rifle shells remained with wtilch to combat him, and lie doubted that his wounded arm would hold the rifle steady. There were weary, Innumerable miles between them nnd any shelter, anil Only the terrible, trackless forest lay between. ' Then why not lie still and let the curtains full? This was an easy, tranquil passing, and heaven alone knew what dreadful mode of egress would be Ills If he rose to battle further. All the argument seemed on one side.' * • But high and bright above, all this burned the Indomitable flattie of his spirit. -35 k-rise, to'fight, tq struggle on. Never to yield until the - 4’ower above decreed ! To-stand-firm, even as the pines themselves. The dominant greatness that Linda hud found 'ln this man rose in him, and he set his muscles like Iron. He shook off the mists of the frost in his brain. Quickly he knelt by Linda and shook her shoulders in his hands. She opened her eyes. “Get up, Linda,” he siiid gently. “\Ve have to go on." She started to object, but a message in his eyes kept her from. it. His own spirit went Into her. lie helped her to her feet. "Help me roll the blankets,” he commanded, “and take out enough food for breakfast. We can’t stop to eat It here. I think we’re in sight of the-main trail; whether we can find it—in the snow—l don’t know. We must get farther into the thickets before we stop to eat.” They were strange figures in the snow flurries as they- went to work to roll the blankets into a compact 'TfieTr stores for Tbrea.Ttfu.st he thrust into the pocket of his coat; the rest, with the blankets, she tied swiftly on the horse. They unfastened the animal and for a moment she stood holding the reins while Bruce crept back on the hillside t> look for tile trail. The snow swept Wtefjff ffiWffl? and they felt the lowering menace of the ‘li dread- • aspics Sftwc Jeiji;. otis then and jealous St: • the Intrusion of man, -dealt them a final, deadly blow. Its weapon was just a sound—a loud crash in a distant thick t —and a pungent message on th.- vital that their human senses were ' blunt to receive. The horse suddenly snorted loudly, then reared up. Ii- : v saw as. In a tragic dream the girl niggle to hqld -him; he saw her pifijc I. down in- - to the snow and the rein . - rked from her hand. Thei) the an: plunged, Wheeled anil raced at-top -peed away into the snow flurries, some terror that as yet they could i t name had broken their control of i and In an instant taken from them- ids one last hope of safety. CHAPTER XXX Bruce walked ov- >■ to Linda, waiting in the snow on her knees. It was not an intentional posture. She had J been jerked down—Pw the plunging horse, and she had it' yet completely risen. But the sight of her slight figure, her raised white face, her -Clasped hands, ami 'lie remorseless snot? of the wIH-n.ess about her moved ' Bruce ‘to : Ins depths. lie’sa_w.’Jp!L...t^ ’Hurries, and she looked as if she were In an attitude of prayer. He came rather slowly, and he even smiled a little. And -he gave him a wan, strange little smile in return. “We're down to cases at last,” he Said, with a rather startling quietness of tone. "You see what it means?” She nodded, then to her .feet. “We can walk out., if we are” let alone and • given time; it Isn’t that we are obliged to have the horse. But our blankets are on its back, and this storm ts steadily becoming a blizzard. And you see— time is one thing that we don’t have. No human being can stand this cold for long unprotected.” “And we can't keep going—keep -warm -by walking?” — - His answer was to take out his knife and put the point of the steel to his thumb nail. . Tlis eyes strained, then looked up. “A little way,’the answered, "but we can’t keep our main The sun doesn't even cast a shadow on my 'null to show us which Is west. \Ve r iirtd keep up a while, there is no end to this wilderness land at noon or to(tight—the result would be the same.” “It nte’ans—tfie end?”

“If I can't catch the horse. I'm going now. If we can regain the blankets —by getting in ritle range of the horse —we might .make some sort of shelter in the snow and last out until we can see our way and get our bearings. Y'ou don’t know of any shelter—any cave or cabin where we might build a fire?” ‘IN©. There are some In the hills, but we can’t see our way to find them.” “I know. I should have thought of that. And yov see, we can’t build a fire here—-evetything Is wet, and the snow Is beginning to whirl s.o we couldn’t keep It going. If we should stagger on all {lay in this storm, and this snow, we couldn’t endure tire night.” He smiled again. “And I want you to climb a tree—and stay'there—until 1 come back." --V • She looted at him dully. “What’s the use, Bruce? . You vroD’t come back. You’ll 'chase the thing until you die —I know you. v You don’t know when to give up. And if you want to come back —you couldn’t find the way. I’m going with you." “No." Once more she started to disobey, but- the grave displeasure in his eyes restrained her, “It’s going to

take, ull my strength to fight through that snow—l must go fast —and maybe life and death will, have to dei>end on your strength at the end of the trail. You must save It—the little you have left. Since I must take the rifle —to shoot the horse If I can’t catch .him —you must climb a tree. You know why." “Partly to hide from Simon If he conies this way. And partly— ’’ “Because there's some danger In that thicket beyond 1” he Interrupted her. "The horse's terror was real—besides, you heard the sound. It might he only n puma. But It might be—the. Killer. Swing your arms and struggle ull you can to keep the blood flowing. I won't he gone long.” He started to g 67 find she nin after him with * outstretched arms. “Oh.

“Oh, Bruce,” She Cried, “Come Back Soon —Soon. Don’t Leave Me to Die Alone.” Bruce,” she cried, ’’come back soon .Don't leave me.-to die- akme.®SlWaftS for ; ; r ” He whirled, took two paces hack, and his arms went about her. He had forgotten his injury ‘long since. He kissed her cool lips and smiled into her eyes. Then at once the flurries 'hid him. The girl climbed up Into the blanches of a fir tree. In the thicket beyond a great gray form tacked back and forth, trying to locate a scent that a second before he had caught but dimly and had lost. It was the Killer, and his temper was lost long ago In the. whirling snow. - His anger was upon him, partly front the discomfort of the storm, partly from the constant, gnawing pain of three bullet wounds in his powerful body. Besides, he realized the presence of bis old nnd greatest enemy—those stall, slight forms that had crossed him so many times, that had stung him with their bullets, and whose weakness he had learned. And then all—at-once he caught the scent plain. He lurched forward, crashed again through the brush, andwalked out into the snow-swept open. Linda saw Ills vague outline, nnd at first she hung perfectly motionless, hoping to escape his, cazc, . She had been told many. ..Uwns-tltat— she had no desire to see him raging below her, reaching, possibly trying to shake her from the limb. . ' He didn’t seem to see her. His eyes were lowered ; besides. It was never the grizzly .way to search the branches of a tree. The wind blew the message that he might have read clearlyjn the opposite direction. Ahe saw him walk slowly across the snow, head lowered. a huge gray ghost In the snow flurries" not one hundred feet distant. Then she saw him pause, with lowered head. In the little second before the truth came to her, the bear had already turned. Bruce's" tracks were somewhat dimmed by the snow, but the Killer interpreted them truly. She saw tod late that he had crossed them, read their message, and now had turned into the clouds of snow to trace them down. For an instant she gazed at him in speechless horror; and already the Hurries had almost obscured tils gray figure. Desperately she tried to call from the tracks. She catted, then she rustled the branches us loudly as she could, But the noise ,of ,the wind obscured what Sound she made, and the bear was already too absorbed In the hunt to turn and see her. As always, In the nearing presence df a foe, his rage grew upon him. Sobbing, Linda swung down front the tree. She had no eousclous plan of aid to tier lover. She only had a blind Instinct to seek him, to try to warn him of his danger, and at least to be w?th him at the death. The great tracks of the Killer, seemingly almost as long as her own arm, made, a plain trail for her to follow. She too struck off into the storm-swept canyon. ••,*••• And the forest gods who dwell somewhere In the region where the pine tops taper into the sky, nnd who pull the strings that drop and raise the curtain and work the puppets that are the players of the wilderness dramas, saw a chance for a great and tragic Jest In this strange chase over the snow. The destinies of Bruce, Linda and the Killer were already converging on this trail that all three followed —the path that the runaway horse made In the snow. Only one of the great forces of the war that had been waged at.Trail’s End was lacking, and now he came also. Simon Turner had ridden late into

Ihe. night and from before dawn i wltl remorseless fury he hud goude'd ot Ills exhausted horse, he had driver hint with unpltylng Strength througl coverts, over great rocks, down lute rocky canyons In search of Bruce and Linda, and now, ns the dawn broke, he thought that he had found them. He had suddenly come upon the trucks of Bruce’s horse In the snow. If he had encountered them farther hack, when the animal had been running wildly, he might have guessed the truth and rejoiced. No man would attempt to ride a horse at a gallop through that trailless stretch. But a. the point he found the, tracks most ol the horse’s terror bad been spent, nnd It was walking leisurely, sometimes lowering Its head to crofl rrfF befy. 'The trail. was comparatTvefy* fresh, too; or else the fast-falling snow would have already obscured 1L He thought that his hour of triumph was near. But It had come none too soon. And Simon—out of passion-filled eyes—looked nnd saw that It would likely bring death with it. He realized his position fully. The storni was steadily developing into one of those terrible mountain blizzards in which,-without shelter, no human being might live. He was far from his home, ho had no blankets, and he could not find Ills way. Yet he would not have turned hack If he could. The securing of the document by which Bruce could take-the great estates from him was only a trifle now. He believe*! wholly within his Own soul that the wilderness —without his aid—would do his work of hatred for him; nnd that by no conceivable circumstances Could Bruce and Linda find shelter from the blizzard and live through the day. -He could find their Ross : Fo)ger agreement from them. But It was not enough, tje wonted also to do the work of destruction. Even his own death —If it were only “delayed until his vengeance was wreaked —could not matter now. In all the ancient strife and fury and ceaseless War of the wild through which he bad. come, there.was no pus- & pop-tow-rthe wotf km file fawn Tor him. The cougar will furn from its warm, newly slain prey, In which I*B white fa figs have already dipped, ftt the sight of some great danger. In the thickets. But Simon could not turn. Death lowered its wings upon him as well .as upon his enemy, yet the fire in his'heart nnd the fury In Ills brain shut out all thought of if. Ho sprang off his horse better to examine the tracks, and then stood, half beat over, in the Snow. r * _ * * * *. • * • * . Bruce Folger headed swiftly up the trail that his runaway horse had made. It was, he thought, his last effort, and he gave his full strength to it. Weakened as he was by the cold and the wound, he could not have made headway at nil except for the fact that the wind was behind him. The snow ever fell faster, In larger flakes, and the track dimmed before Ills eyes." It was a losing game. Terrified not only by the beast that had stirred in the thicket but by the everincreasing wind as well, the ahimal would not linger to be overtaken. Bruce had not ridden, it enough to have- tamed it, and his plan- wag to nll'i'iiipi in iibiini ilTi* irpiiii'iri l nrttfFr - Tfian try to catch It. They could not go forward, anyway, as long s the blizzard lasted. Which WHy was east and which was west he could no longer guess. And with the blankets they might mnke some sort of shelter and keep life In their bodies until "the snow ceased and they could find their way. . The cold was deepening, the storm was increasing in fury. Bruce’s bones ached, his wounded arm felt numb and strange, the frost was getting Into his lungs. There was no hope of the storm decreasing, rather it was steadily growing worse. The tracks grewT more dim, and he began to- be afraid that the falling would obscure his own footprints so that, he could not find, hts way hark to I.lnda. And lie knew, beyond all other , knowledge, that he wanted her with him when the^ shadows dropped down for good and all. He wanted her arms about him; the fight would be easier then. "Oh, what’s the use?” he suddenly said to the wind. “Why not give up and go back?" He halted In the trail and started to turn. But at thut Instant a banner of wind swept down Into his face, and the eddy.of snow In front of him was brushed from his gaze. Just for the space of a breath the canyon for a hundred feet distant was partially cleared, of the blinding streamers of show. And he uttered a long gasp when he saw; "thirty yards distant and at the farthest reaches of hiy sight, the figure of a saddled horse. His gun leaped to his shoulder, yet his eagerness did not cost him his selfcontrol. He gazed quietly along the sights until he saw thq animal’s shoulder between them. Hia finger pressed back against the tri*|er. The horse rocked town, seemingly Instantly killed, antj the snow swept in between. Bruce cried out in triumph. Then he broke into a run and sped through the flurries toward hi? dead. (TO BB CONTINUED.) Lone and Mysterious. There is an elderberry bush seven feet high on the tableland of Mesa Verde National park, Iti Colorado, that has the distinction of being ,jhe only one In that country. How It got there, and whether the last of the Indian cliff dwellers had anything to do with its growth there Is being Investigated by scientist!

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