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The speed and fury with which Clinch's cavalcade swept on in the direction of the mysterious shot left Hale no chance for reflection. He was conscious of shouting in--coherently with the others, of urging his ^aorae irresistibly forward, of momentarily •expecting to meet or overtake something, but without any further thought. The figures of Clinch and Rawlins immediately before him shut out the prospect of the narrowing traiL J)nce only, taking advantage of a sudden halt t/hat threw them confusedly together, he ^managed to ask a question. "Lost their track—found it again!" shouted the ostler, as Clinch, with a cry like the baying of a hound, again darted forward. Their horses were panting and trembling under them, the ascent seemed to be growing steeper, a singular darkness, which even the •density of the wood did not sufficiently ac•count for, surrounded them, but still their leader madly urged them on. To Hale's returning senses they did not seem in a condition to engage a single resolute man, who might have ambushed in the woods or beaten them in detail in the narrow gorge, but in •another instant the reason of their furious baste was manifest. Spurring his horse ahead, Clinch dashed out into the open with a cheering shout—a shout that as quickly -changed to a yell of imprecation. They were •on the Ridge in a blinding snowstorm 1 The road had already vanished under their feet, .and with it the fresh trail thwy had so closely followed! They stood helplessly on the shore of a trackless white sea, blank and spotless of any trace or sign of the fugitives. 'Pears to me, boys," said the ostlet1, suddenly ranging before them, "ef you're not kallcilatin' on gittin' another party to dig ye out, yo'd better bo huntin' fodder and cover instead of road agents. 'Skuso me, gentlemen, but I'm responsible for the hasses, ana this ain't no time for circus ridin\ We're a matter o' nix miles from the station in a bee line." "Back to the trail, then," said Clinch, wheeling his horse toward the road they had just quitted. 'fcjkuso mo, Kernel," mid the ostler, laying his liaiul on Clinch's rein, "but. that way only brings us back the road wo kem—the stago road—three miles further from home. That three miles is on the divide, and by the time wo got there it will bo snowed up worse nor 1 his. Tho shortest cut is along the Riilgo. If we hump ourselves wo ken cros3 tho divide aforo tho road is blocked. And that, 'skuso mo, gentlemen, is my road."

There was no timo for discussion. The road was already palpably thickening under their feet. Halo's arm was stiffened to his side by a wet, clinging snow wreath. Tho figures of the others were almost obliterated and shupeless. It was not snowing—it was snowballing! Tho huge Hakes, shaken liko •enormous feat here out of a vast bluo black •cloud, commingled arid foil iit sprays and patches. All idea of their former pursuit was forgotten the blind rage and enthusiasm that had possessed them was gone. They dashed after their new leader with only an instinct for shelter and succor.

Thoy had not ridden long when fortunately, as it seemed to Hale, tho character •of tho storm changed. Tho snow no longer fell in such large Hakes, nor as heavily. A bitter wind succeeded tho soft snow began to stiffen and crackle under the horses'hoofs they wero no longer weighted and encumbered by the drifts upon their liodies tho smaller flakes now rustlod and rasped against them liko sand, or bounded from them like bail. They seemed to bo moving more easily and rapidly, their spirits wero rising with the stimulus of cold and motion, when suddenly their leader halted. "It's no use, boys. It can't be done! This is no blizzard, but a regular twodays' snifter I It's no longer meltin', but packin' and driftin' now. Even if wo get over the divide, we're sure to be blocked up in the pass."

It was true! To their bitter disappointment the}* could now see that the snow had not really diminished in quantity, but that the now finely powdered particles were rapidly filling all inequalities of the surface, packing in long furrows across tho levels. They looked with anxiety at their self-constituted leader. "Wo must make a break to get down in the woods again before it's too lato," he said briefly.

But they had already drifted away from the fringe of larches and dwarf pines that marked tho sides of th« Ridge, and lower down merged into the dense forest that clothed the flank of the mountain they had lately climbed, and it was with the greatest difficulty that,they again reached it, only to find that at that point it was too precipitous for the doscent of their horses. Benumbed and speechless, they continued to toil on, opposed to the full fury of the stinging snow, and at times obliged to tum their horses to the blast to keep from being blown over the Ridge. At tho end of half an hour the ostler dismounted, and, beckoning to the others, took his horse by the bridle and began the descent When it came to Hale's turn to dismount he could not help at first recoiling from the prospect before him. The trail-—if it could be so called—was merely the track or furrow of some fallen tree, dragged, by accident or design, diagonally across the sides of the mountain. At times it appeared scarcely a foot in width at other times a mere crumbling gully, or a narrow shelf made by the projections of dead boughs and collected debris. It •eemed perilous for a foot passenger it appeared impossible for a horse. Nevertheless, he had taken a step forward when Clinch laid his hand on his arm. "Youll bring up the rear," be said, not unkindly, *«s you Yea stranger here. Wait until we sing out to you." "But if I prefer to take the same risks as you alH" said Hale, stiffly. "Too kin," said Clinch, grimly. "But I reckoned, as you weren't familiar with this sort o' thing, you wouldn't hear, by anj foolishness o' yours, to stampede the rocks ahead of os, and break down the trail, or

CHARMING STORY.

Snow Bound at Eagle's.

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CHAPTER V.

BY BRET HARTE.

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send down an avalanche on top of us. just ez you like." «sg "I will wait, then," said Hale, hastily. liSl

The rebuke, however, did him good service. It preoccupied his mind, so that it remained unaffected by the dizzy depths, and enabled him to abandon himself mechanically to the sagacity of his horse, who was contented simply to follow the hoofprints of the preceding animal, and in a few moments they reached the broader trail below without a mishap. A discussion regarding their future movements was already taking place. The impossibility of regaining the station at the Summit was admitted the way down the mountain to the next settlement was »till left to them, or the adjacent woods, if they wished for an encampment. The ostler once more assumed authority.

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"'Skuse me, gentlemen, hut them horses don't take no pasecer down the mountain tonight. The stage road ain't a mile'off, and 1 kalkilate to wait here till the up stage cornea She's bound to stop on nccount of the snow and I've done my dooty when I hand the horses over to the driver." "But if she hears of the block up yer, and waits at tho lower station!" said Rawlins. "Then I've done my dooty all the same. 'Skuse mo, gentlemen, but them ez hez their own horses kin doez they like."

As this clearly pointed to Hale, he briefly assured his companions that he had no intention of deserting them. "If I cannot reach Eagle's Court I shall at least keep as near it as possible. I suppose any messenger from my house to tho Summit will learn where I am and why I am delayed?" "Messenger from your house I" gasped Rawlins. "Aro you crazy, stranger? Only a bird would get outer Eagle's now and it would hev to be an eaglo at that! Between your house and the Summit the snow must be ten feet by this time, to say nothing of the drift in the pass."

Hale felt it was the truth. At any other time he would have worried over this unexpected situation, and in utter violation of all his traditions. He was past that now, and even felt a certain relief. He knew his family wore safe it was enough. That they were locked up securely, and incapable of interfering with him, seemed to enhance his new, half conscious, half shy enjoyment of an adventurous existence.

The ostler, who had been apparently lost in contemplation of tho steep trail he had just descended, suddenly clapped his hand to his leg with an ejaculation of gratified astonishment. "Waal, darn my skin ef that ain't Hennicker's 'slide' all tho time! I heard it was somewhat about here."

Rawlins briefly explained to Hale that a slide was a rude incline for the transit of heavy goods that could not be carried down a rail.

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"And Heniiicker's," continued tho man, "ain't more nor a mile away. Ye might try Bonnicker's At a push, ohf"

By a common instinct tho whole party looked dubiously at Ilale. "Who's Hennicker?" he felt compelled to ask.

The ostler hesitated and glanced at the others to reply. "There are folks," ho said lazily at last, "ez belceves that Hennicker ain't muck better nor the crowd we're hunting but thoy don't say it to Hennicker. We needn't let on what we're after." "I for one," said Hale stoutly, '-decidedly object to any concealment of our purpose." "It don't follow," said Rawlins carelessly, "(hat Hennicker even knows of thj^ yer robbery. It's his gineral gait we refer to. Ef yer think it more polite, and it makes it more sociable to discuss this matter afore him, I'm agreed." "Hale means," said Clinch, "that it wouldn't be on the square to take and make use of any points we might pick up there agin the road agents." "Certainly," said Ilale. It was not at all what he bad meant, hut he felt singularly relieved at the compromise. "And es I reckon Hennicker ain't such a fool as not to know who we are and what we're out for," continued Clinch, "I reckon there ain't any concealment." "Then it's Hennicker's!" said the ostler, with swift deduction. "Hennicker it is! Lead on."

The ostler remounted his h&fte and the others followed. The trail presently turned into a broader track, that bore some signs of approaching habitations, and at the end of five minutes they came upon a clearing. It was part of one of the fragmentary mountain terraces, and formed by itself a vast niche, or bracketed shelf, in the hollow flank of the mountain that, to Hale's first glance, bore a rude resemblance to Eagle's Court Bat there was neither meadow nor open ®?ld the few acres of ground had been wrested from the forest by ax and fire, and unsightly stumps everywhere marked the rude and difficult attempts at cultivation. Two or three rough buildings of un planed and unpainted boards, connected by rambling sheds, stood in the center of the ampitbeatre. Far from being protected by the encircling rampart, it seemed to be the selected arena for the combating elements. A whirlwind from the outer abyss continually filled this cavo of jSolus with driving snow, which, however, melted as it fell, or was quickly whirled away again.

A few dogs barked and ran out to meet the cavalcade, but there was no other sign of any life disturbed or concerned at their approach. "I reckon Hennicker ain't honWor he'd hev been on the lookout afore this," said the ostler, dismounting and rapping at the door.

After a silence a female voice, unintelligibly to the others, apparently had some colloquy with the ostler, who returned to the party. "Most go in through the kitchin—cant open the door for the wind.*

Leaving their horses in the shed, they entered the kitchen, which communicated, and presently came upon a square room filled with smoke from a fire of green pine logs. The doors and windows were tightly fastened

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the only air came in through the large throated chimney in voluminous gusts, which seemed to make the hollow shell of tho apartment swell and expand to the point of bursting. Despite the stinging of the resinous smoke, the temperature was grateful to the benumbed travelers. Several cushionless arm chairs, such as were used in barrooms, two tables, a sideboard, half bar and half cupboard, and a rocking chair comprised the furniture, and a few bear and buffalo skins covered the floor. Hale sank into one of the arm chairs, and, with a lazy satisfaction, partly born of his fatigue and partly from some newly discovered appreciative faculty, gazed around the room, and then at the mistress of the house, with whom the others were talking.

She was tall, gaunt and withered in spite of her evident years, her twisted hair was still dark and full, and her eyes bright and piercing her complexion and teeth had long since succumbed to the vitiating effects of frontier cookery, and her lip3 were stained with the yellow juice of a brierwood pipe she held in her mouth. The ostler had explained their intrusion, and veiled their character under the vague epithet of a "hunting party," and was now evidently describing them personally. In his new found philosophy the fact that the interest of his hostess seemed to be excited only by the names of his companions, that he himself was carelessly, and even deprecatingly, alluded to as the "stranger from Eagle's" by the ostler, and completely overlooked by the old woman, gave him no concern. "You'll have to talk to Zenobia* yourself. Dod rot ef I'm gine to interfere. She knows Hennicker's ways, and if she chooses to take in transients it ain't no funeral o' mine Zeenie! You, Zeenie! Look yer!"

A tall, lazy looking, handsome girl appeared on the threshold of the next room, and with a hand on each door post, slowly swung herself backward and forward, without entering. "Well, maw."

The old woman briefly and unalluringly pictured the condition of the travelers. "Paw ain't here," began the girl, doubtfully, "and— Howdy, Dick! Is that you The interruption was caused by her recognition of the ostler, and she lounged into the room. In spite of a skimp, slatternly gown, whose straight skirt clung to her lower limbs, there was a quaint, nymph-like contour to her figure. Whether from languor, ill health, or more probably from a morbid consciousness of her own height, she/ moved with a slightly affected stoop that had become habit. It did not seem ungraceful to Hale, already attracted by her delicate profile, her large dark eyes, and a certain weird resemblance Bhe had to some half-domesticated dryad.

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"That'll do, maw," she said, dismissing tier parent with a nod. "I'll talk to Dick." As the door closed on tho old woman Zenobia leaned her hands on tho back of a chair, and confronted the admiring eyes ol Dick with a goddess-like indifference. "Now, wot's the use of your playin' thiV yer game on rue, Dick? Wot's the good oi your ladlin' out that hog wash about huntin'i

JTot's the good of your ladlin' out that hog wash about huntin' f"

Hunt in11 111 tell yer the huntin' you-uns hev been at! You'vo been huntin' George Lee and his boys since an hour before sun up. You've been followin' a blind trail up to the Ridge, until tho snow got up and hunted you right here! You'vo been whoopin'and yellin' and circus ridin' on the roads like ez yer wos Comanches, and frightening all the women folk within miles—that's yer huntin'! You've been climbin' down paw's old slide at last, and makin' tracks for here to save the skins of them condemned government horses of the kempany! And that's your huntin1!"

To Hale's surprise a burst of laughter from the party followed this speech. He tried to join in, but this ridiculous summary of the result of his enthusiastic sense of duty left him—the only earnest believer—mortified and embarrassed. Nor was he the less concerned as he found the girl's dark eyas had rested once or twice upon him curiously.

Zenobia laughed too, and, lazily, turning the chair around, dropped into it "And by this time George Lee's loungin' back in bis chyar and smokin' his cigar somewbar in Sac ramento," she added, stretching ho* feet oat to the fire, and suiting the action to the word with an imaginary cigar between the long fingers of a thin and not over clean hand. "We cave, Zeenie!" said Rawlins, when their hilarity had subsided to a more subdued and scarcely less flattering admiration of the unconcerned goddess before them. "That's about the size of it. Ye kin rake down the pile. I forgot you're an old friend of George's.* A "He's a white man!" said the girl decidedly. "Ye used to know himP continued Rawlins. "Once. Paw aint in that line now," die said simply.

There was such a sublime unconscfctasness of any moral degradation involved in this allusion that even Hale accepted it without a shock. She rose presently, and, going to the little sideboard, brought oat a number of gleans these she handed to each of the party, and than, producing a demijohn of whisky, slung it dexterously and gracefully over her arm, so that it rested on her elbow like a cradle, and, going to each one in iiiiitairai, filled their glasses. It obliged each one to rise to accept the libation, and as Hale did so in his turn be met the dark eyes of the giri full on his own. There was a pleased curiosity in her glanoe that made this married man of 85 color as awkwardly as a boy.

The tender of refreshments being understood as a tacit recognition of their claims to

a larger hospitality, all further restraint was removed. Zenobia resumed her seat, and placing her elbow on the arm of her chair, and her smn.11 round chin in her hand, looked thoughtfully in the fire. "When I say George Lee's a white man, it ain't because I know him. It's his general gait Wot's he ever done that's underhanded or mean? Nothin'l You.can't show the poor man he's ever took a picayune from. When he's helped himself to a pile it's been outer them banks or them express companies, that think it mighty fine to bust up themselves and swindle the poor folks o' their last cent, and nobody talks o' huntin' them! And does he keep their money? No he passes it round among the boys that help him, and they put it in circulation. He don't keep it for himself he ain't got fine houses in Frisco he dont keep fast horses for show. Liko ez not the critter he did that job with—ef it was him—none of you boys would have rid! And he takes all the risks himself you ken bet your life that every man with him was safe and away afore he turned his back on you uns." "He certainly drops a little of his money at draw poker, Zeenie," said Clinch, laughing. •'He lost $5,000 to Sheriff Kelly last week." "Well, I don't hear of the sheriff huntin' him to give it back, nor do I reckon Kelly handed it over to the express it was taken from. I heard you won suthin' from him a spell ago. I reckon you've been huntin' him to llnd out whar you should return it." The laugh was clearly against Clinch. He was about to make some rallying rejoinder when the young girl suddenly interrupted him. "Ef yo're wantin' to hunt somebody, why don't you take higher game? Thar's that Jim Harkins go for him, and I'll join you." "Harkins!" exclaimed Clinch and Hale, simultaneously.

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"Yes, Jim Harkins do you know him?" she said, glancing from the one to the other. "One of my friends do," said Clinch, laughing "but don't let that stop you."' "And you—over there," continued Zenobia, bending her head and eyes toward Hale. "The fact is—I believe he was my banker," said Hale, with a smile. "I don't know him personally." S "Then you'd better hunt liiru before he does you." "What's he done, Zeenie?" asked Rawlins, keenly enjoying the discomfiture of the others. "What?" She stopped, threw her long black braids over her shoulder, clasped her knee with ^ier hands, and rocking backward and forward, sublimely unconscious of the apparition of a slim ankle and half dropped off slipper from under her shortened gown, continued: "It mi^hn't please him," she said, slyly, nodding toward Hale. "Pray don't mind me," said Hale, with unnecessary eagerness,

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"Pray don't,mind me" said Hale. "Well," said Zenobia, "I reckon you all fcmow Ned Falkner and the Excelsior Ditch?" "Yes, Falkner's the superintendent of it," said Rawlins. "And a square man too. Thai* ain't anything mean ajbout him." "Shako," said Zenobia, extending her hand. Rawlins shook the proffered hand with eager spontaneousness, and the girl resumed: "He's about ez good ez they make 'em—you bet Well, you know Ned has put ill his money, and all his strength, and all his sabe, and" "His good looks," added Clinch, misr chievously. "Into that ditch," continued Zenobia, ignoring the interruption. "It's his mother, it's his sweetheart, it's his everything! When other chaps of his ago was cavortin' round Frisco, and havin' high jinks, Ned was in his ditch. 'Wait till the ditch is done,'he used to say. 'Wait till she begins to boom, and then you just stand round.' Moro'n that, he got all the boys to put in their last cent—for they loved Ned, and love him now, like ea ef he wos a woman." "That's so," said Clinch and Rawlins simultaneously, "and he's worth it" "Well," continued Zenobia, "the ditch didn't boom ez soon ez they kalldlated. And then the boys kept gettin' poorer and poorer, and Ned he kept gettin' poorer and poorer in everything but his hopefulness and grit Then he looks around for more capital. And about this time that coyote Harkins smelt suthin' nice up there, and he gits Ned to give him control of it and hell lend him his name and fix up a company. Soon ez he gets control, the first thing he does is to say that it wants $500,000 o' money to make it pay and levies an assessment of $200 a share. That's nothin' for them rich fellows to pay, or pretend to pay, but for boys on grab wages it meant only ruin. They eouldnt pay, and had to forfeit their shares for next to nothing. And Ned made one more desperate attempt to save them ti{TTMMif by borrowing money on his shares when that hound Harkins got wind of it, and 1st it be boned •round that the ditch is a failure, and thaft he was goin' oat of it that broaght the shares down to nothing. As Ned couldn't raise a dollar the new company swooped down on his shares for the debts they had pat up, and left him and the boys to help themselves. Ned couldn't bear to face the boys that he'd helped to rain and put out, and ain't been heard from since. After Harkins had got rid of Ned and the boys he manages to pay off that wonderful debt, and aellt oat for $100,000. That money—Ned's money—he sends to Sacramento, for he dont dare to travel with it himself, and is kalkilatin' to leave the ldntry,for some of the boys allow to kill him on sight So ef you're wantin' to suthin', thar's yer chance, mm you needn't go inter the snow to do it" "Bat surety the law can recover this moneyr said Hale indignantly. "It is as infamoos a robbery as"—. Ha stopped as ha caught Zeoobia's eye. "Ealaet night's, jaa were goto' to say. rOcaU it nam. Them rond agenta dont

pretend to be your i'rientl—bui take yer money and run their risks. For ez to the law, tfiat can't help yer." "It's a «kin game, and you might ez well expect to recover a gambling debt from a short card sharp," explained Clinch "Falkner oughter shot him on sight" I "Or the boys lynched him," suggested

Rawlins. "I think," said Hale, more reflectively, I "that in the absence of legal remedy a man of that kind should have been forced under strong physical menace to give up his illgotten gains. The money was tho primary object, and if that could bo got without bloodshed—which seems to me a useless crime—it would be quite as effective. Of course, if there was resistance or retaliation, it might ba necessary to kill him."

He had unconsciously fallen into his old didactic and dogmatic habit of speech, and perhaps, undo- the spur of Zenobia's eyes, he had given it some natural emphasis. A dead silence followed, in which the others regarded him with amused and gratified surprise, and it was broken only by Zenobia rising and holding out her hand. "Shake!"

HAlft raised it gallantly and pressed his lips on the one spotless finger. "That's gospel truth. And you ain't the first white man to say it" "Indeed," laughed Halet' "Who was the other?"

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