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SYNOPSIS.

Mnjor I'luminer, ui army puslimt-t I* crossing tho plains with a saf ofgreenbacks for thogarrlson troops in Arizona Hiscavalry escort is led by a veteran sergeant named Keeny. The parly Italia at Moreno's ranch, near iila rl ver. A stranger vivinsr Ills name as "Ned Harvey" calls »t the ran eh and states that, hl:ii*c!f and a small party are escorting his two sisters across the plains. Their father, a wealthy citizen of Tucson, wa« to have met them near Moreno's, but us failed to do so, and his children fear that he has fallen in with murderous Apaches. Half a dozen troopers, led by Corporal Donovan. are sent with the stranger as protection for his sister. I,Her two of the troopers re mm uros-lv intoxicated and bringing a note signed "Ned Harvey," to tlie effect that Indians have burned the Harvey camp and carried on the girls. Fceny scents a ruse to rob the paymaster. Suddenly a beacon fire is seen at an army signal station on the crest of a distant range, a warning never displayed except the Apaches are on the warpath. GHAi'TI II.—Late that night a party of -i ites cavalrymen, under Lieutenant Orii iitiiitd. is crossing the plains from ail•thci an* otion toward Moreno's. Oneof the troop is a mysterious recruit,a former stage driver, named Bland. The riders stumble upon th body of a dead trooper, which proves to be Corporal Donovan. They descry the tell tale beacon at the signal station, and shortly after a second tire lights up the siy around Moreno's.

CHAPTER III.

Shortly sifter sunset on this same hot evening tlio sergeant in charge of the little signal party at the Picacho came strolling forth from his tent puffing at ft buttered brier root pipe. Southward and a few hundred ieet below his perch the Yuma road came twisting through tho pass, and then disappeared in the gathering darkness across the desert plain that stretched between them and the distant Santa Maria. Over to tho Bast the loftiest crags of tho Christobal wen? still faintly tinged by tho last touch of departed day. Southward Btiil, beyond the narrow and tortuous pass, tlio range rose high and precipitous, covered and fringed with black masses uf cedar, stunted pino and juniper.

North ol' west, on tho line of the now invisible road and far out toward the Gila, a faint light was just twinkling.

There lay Ceralvo's, and nowhere else, save where tho embers of tho cook fire still glowed in a deep crevice among tho rocks, was there light of any kind to lie aeon. A lonely spot was this in which to spend one's days, yet the soldier in charge seemed in no wise oppressed witli sense of isolation. It was his comrade, sitting moodily on a convenient rock, elbows on knees and chin deep buried in his brown and hairy hands, who seemed brooding over the desolation of hi* surroundings.

Watching him in silence a moment, a quiet smile of amusement on his lips, Sergeant Wing sauntered over and placed a friendly hand on the broad blue shoulder. "Well, Pi key, are you wishing yourself back in 'Frisco?" "I'm wishing myself in Tuphet, sergeant it may lie hotter, but it isn't as lonely

this infernal hole."

"No, its populous enough probably," Was the response: "and," added he, with a whimsical smile, 'no doubt you've lots of friends there. Pike." "Maybe

I have,

and mavbol haven't.

At all events, I've none lu re. Why in thunder couldn't you let mo look into that business over at Ceralvo's instead ©f Jackson? He gets everything worth having. I'm shelved for his sake day after day." "Couldn't send you, Pike, on any Bitch quest ns that. Those greasers have sharp eyes, and one look at your face would convince them that we'd lost our grip nv were in for a fuller

Cop/RiGHT, 1893 .BYGHARLEJ KIMQ,

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Jackson, now, rides in as blithe as a May morning—a May morning out of Arizona, I mean. They never get the best of him. The only trouble is he stays too long he' ought to be back here »ow." "Humph! he'll bo apt to come back in a hurry with Pat Donovan and those troop fellows spending their money like water at Ceralvo's." "You still insist they're over there, do you, Pike? I think they're not.# I flagged old Feeny half an hour ago that they hadn't come through here." "Who was that fellow who rode back fcere with the note?" asked Pike. "1 don't know his name. 'Dutchy' they call him In troop. He's on fcia second enlistment. "More fool he I The man who re-en-lists in this territory mnst be either drunk or Dutch." And Pike relapsed into gloomy silence again, his eyes Ixed upon the faint flicker of the bar jfhta at Ceralvo's miles away, but .Fing only laughed again, and still puffing away at his pipe went on down the winding trail to where in the deep •belter of the rocky walls a pool of water lay gleaming. Here he threw kimself flat, and lying aside his precious pipe drank long and eagerly then with a sudden plunge he doused his hot face in the cooling flood and came up dripping. "Thank the Lord I have no desert march to make today—all on a wild goose chase." was his pious ejaculation. "What on earth could have in ducod the paymaster to send a detachment over to the Gila Ho took from kis pocket penciled note and slowly twisted it in his fingers. It was too dark to read, but in its soldierly brevity he almost knew it by heart "The major rent Donovan with half the escort back to the Gila on an Apache acar® this morning. They will probably return your way, empty handed.

Signal if they hare passed. Latham knows your code and we have a good glass. Send man to Ceralvo's with orders for them to join at once if they kaven't com©! and flag or ..torch when

they pass you. It's my belief they've gone there. This was signed by Feeny and over and again had Wing been speculating as to what it all meant. When the escort with the ambulance and paymaster went through before the dawn, Feeny had roused him to ask if anything had been heard of Indians on the warpath between them and the Sonora line, and the answer was both prompt and positive, "No." As for their being north or north of west of his station, and up toward the Gila. Wing scouted the suggestion. He wished. hr.w-v^r. th.it Jackson were back with such tidings as he had picked up at Ceralvo's. It was always best to be prepared, even though thin was some distance away from the customary raiding ground of the tribe.

Just then there came a hail from aloft. Pi key was shouting. "All right." answered Wing cheerily be there in a minute,'' and then he went springing up the trail as though the climb of 400 feet were a mere bagatelle. "What's up? Jackson here?" he asked, short of breath, aa he reached the little nook in which their brush covered tents were pitched. There was no reply. "PikeI O Pike! Where are you? he called.

And presently, faint and far, somewhere down in the dark canyon to the south, a voice replied: "Down hyar. Something's coming up the rofl."

Surely enough. Probably a quarter mile away a dim light as of a swinging lantern could be seen following the winding of the rough and rock ribbed road. Then came the click of ironshod hoofs, tho crack of the long mule whip, and a resonant imprecation in Spanish leveled at the invisible draft animals. Bounding lightly down the southward path, Sergeant Wing soon reached tho roadside, and there found Pike in "converse with a brace of horsemen. "It's old Harvey's outfit, from Yuma, making for Moreno's," vouchsafed the soldier. "Oh, is that you, Sergeant Wing? I ought to have known you were here. I'm

Ned Harvey." And the taller horseman held out a haud, which Wing grasped and shook with cordial fervor. "Which way, Mr. Harvey, and who are with you?"

Homo to Tucson. My sisters are in Concord behind us, going to visit the old folks for a few weeks before their trip to Cuba.'' "You don't tell me!" exclaimed Wing. "They're the first ladies to pass through here since 1 came on duty at the station two months ago. You stay at Moreno's. 1 suppose?" "Yes: the governor meets us there with relays and four or tivo men. We knew there would be no danger west of tho Santa Maria."

W-e-1-1, did you stop at Ceralvo's or seo any of their people?" "No, 1 never put in there. Father's very suspicious of that gang^ Why do you ask, though?"

Wing hesitated. "There was some •tory afloat about Apaches," he finally •aid. "The paymaster's escort threw

The taller horseman held out his hanA, which Wing shook with cordial fervor. off a detachment toward the Gila this morning, and 1 sent on© of my two men back to Ceralvo's to inquire. You must have met him." "No. we made a circuit—came by the old trail around the head of the slough. We haven't passed anybody, have we, Tony?" he asked of the silent horseman by his side. "None, senor but there were many hoof trails leading to Ceralvo's," was tlM answer, in the Spanish tongue. "Then you'll need water here, Mr. Harvey. It's a 10 mile pull across to Moreno's," said Wing, as the four mule tA«.m came laboring up to the spot and willingly halted, the lantern at the forward axle slowly settling into inertia from its pendulumlike swing. "Where are we, Ned?" bailed a blithe young voice. Sweet and silvery It sounded to the trooper's unaccustomed ears. "Surely not at Moreno's yet?" "Not yet, paquita mi a. Is Ruth awake? Tell her to poke that curly pate of hers ont of the door. I want you to know Mr. Wing. Sergeant Wing, who has charge of the signal station here.

Almost instantly a slender hand, holdIng a little brass hurricane lantern, appeared at the opening, followed by a sweet, smiling face, while just behind it peered another, only a trifle older and more serious, yet every whit as pretty. 1 Wing raised his old felt hat and mentally I cursed the lack that had sent him down

there in his ragged shirt sleeves. Pike, the cynic, busied himself in getting the buckets from underneath the stout spin tig wagon, and bumped his head savagely against the trunk laden boot as he

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1 never dreamed of seeing ladies tonight," laughed the sergeant. "It's the rarest sight in all the world here, but I remember you well when you came to Yuma last year. That was when you w:?re going to school at San Francisco. 1 believe." "That was when I was in short dresses and a long face, sergeant," merrily answered the younger girl. "1 hated the idea of going there to school. Fan, here, was willing enough, but 1 had never know anything but Arizona and Mexico. All 1 could think of was that 1 was leaving home."

She was soon reconciled, Mr. Wing." said Miss Harvey "there were some very pleasant people on the steamer. 'Oh, very pleasant for you, Fan, but what did they care for a chit of 14? You had lovely times, of course."

So did you, Ruth, from the very day Mr. Drummond helped you to catch your dolphin. "Ah! vro vrcro ::ioro than half way to faan b'rancibco pvutcst-od iliiie Ruth promptly, "and nobody had taken any notice of me whatever up to that minute." "Well, Mr. Drummond made up for lost time from that on," laughed the elder sister. I never told of her, Ned —wasn't I good?—but Ruth lost her young heart to a cavalry cadet not a year out of the Point." "Is it our Lieutenant Drummond who was with you?" queried Wing.

Oh, yes why, to be sure, he is of your regiment. He was going back to testify before some court at the presidio, and—wasn't madame mean?— she wouldn't allow him to call on Ruth at the school, even when 1 promised to play chaperon and insure strict propriety and no flirting,"

Ruth Harvey had, with quick movement, uplifted a little hand to silence her sister, but the hand dropped, startled, and the color rushed to her face a*. Wing's next words:

Then you're almost sure to meet the lieutenant tonight or tomorrow. He's been scouting the Santa Maria and the Christobal and is due along here at this very moment."

And now Miss Harvey had the field to herself, for the younger sister drew back into the dark depths of the covered wagon and spoke no more. In 10 minutes the team was rattling down the eastward slope, and Sergeant Wing turned with a sigh as at last even the sound of hoof and wheel had died away. Slowly he climbed the steep and crooked trail to their aerie *at the peak. No sign of' Jackson yet, no message rroin the ranch, no signal fires at Mofeno's or beyond.

Yet was he right in telling Harvey with such precious freight to push on across that open plain when there was even rumors of Apaches in the air The loveliness of those two dark, radiant faces, the pretty white teeth flashing in the lantern light, the soft, silvery, girlish voices, the kindly, cordial handclasp vouchsafed him by the elder as they rolled away—these were things to stir the heart of any man long exiled in this desert land. It had been his custom1 to spend an hour in chat with his comrades before turning in for the night, but with Jackson still away and Pike still

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TERKE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, FEBRUARY 3, 1894.

in gloom—with, moreover,

new and stirring emotions to investigate and analyze—Wing strolled off by himself, passed around the rocky buttress at the point and came to the broad ledge overlooking the eastward way to the distant range.

Here a mass of tinder, dry baked by weeks' exposure to the burning sunshine, stood in a pyramid of firewood ready to burst in flame at first touch of the torch. Close at hand were the stacks of reserve fuel. "Never light this until you know the Indians are raiding west of the Christobal," were his orders. But well he knew that once ignited it could be seen for many a league. Here again he filled his faithful pipe, and moving a safe distance away lighted its charge and tossed the match stump among the jagged rocks below. He saw the spark go sailing downward, unwafted fronf its course by faintest breath of air. Then he heard Pike's growl or something like it and called to him to ask if he heard Jackson. No answer. Sure that he had heard the gruff though inarticulato voice of his comrade, he hailed again more loudly HIMI before, and still there came no- reply. Surprised, he stepped quickly back around the rocky point to where the tents lay under the sheltering cliff and came face to face with three dark, shadowy forms, whose moccasined footsteps gave no sound, whose masked and blackened faces defied recognition, whose cocked revolvers were thrust into his very face before a lariat settled over his shoulders, snapped into place and yelling for help when help was miles beyond range of his ringing voice Sergeant Wing was jerked violently to earth, dragged into a tent, strapped to a cot, deftly gagged and then left to himself. An instant later the Picacho was lighted up with a lurid, unearthly glare the huge column of sparks went whirling and hissing up on high, and far and near the great beacon was warning all seers that the fierce Apache was out in force and raiding the Yuma road.

Away out across the desert its red glare chased the Concord wagon wherein. all unconscious of the danger signal, the sisters were now chatting in a low tone. "Drive your best," had Harvey muttered to his Mexican jehu, as ho leaned out of the saddle to reach his ear. "Not a word to alarm the girls," he cautioned bis companion.'' but be ready for anything."

Far out beyond the swaying, bounding vehicle far ont across the blistered plain, the glare and gleam fell full upon the brown adobe walls at Mo

reno's. and glittering eyes and swarthy faces peered through thfi westward aperture, while out in the corral the night lights were dancing to and fro, and Feeny, sore perplexed, but obedient to orders, was hurrying the preparations of his men.

Murphy's wild announcement had carried conviction to the major's soul, despite all Feeny's pleadings, and the sight of that beacon furiously burning, the thought of those helpless women being borne off into the horrors of captivity among the Indians, had conspired to rouse the paymaster to unlooked for insertion of himself and his authority. In vain had Feeny begged him to think of his money, to remember that outlaws would resort to any trick to rob him of his guard and might have even overpowered Wing and his part)' and then lighted the beacon. The chain of evidence, the straight story told by his morning visitor, the awful news contained in the penciled note brought in by Mulliin, were considerations too potent to be slighted.

In vain did Feeny point out to him that if Apaches were really in the neighborhood Wing would not be content with starting the fire, but would surely signal whither to go in search cf them, and that no vestige of signal torch had appeared. Old Pluinmer vowed he could never again know a moment of peace if he neglected to do anything or everything in his power to save the girls. Most reluctantly he agreed that Feeny should remain in charge of the safe and the two drugged and helpless men. Murphy and all the others were ordered out forthwith to march rapidly northeastward until they struck the trail of the pursuit and then to follow that. In 15 minutes, with four pack mules ambling behind, awav they went into the darkness, and all that was left to man the ranch and defend the government treasury against all comers was the phlegmatic but determined paymaster, his physically wrecked but devoted clerk. Sergeant Feeny, raging at heart, but full oi fight, and a half breed packer named Pedro. The two senseless and drunken troopers were of course of no use to anybody.

Even as the detachment mounted, Latham with it, old Moreno appeared at the doorway shrouded in his serape. Approaching Murphy by the side farthest from Pluimner, and the sergeant, he slipped a fat canteen from under his cloak and thrust it into the corporal's ready hand. "Hush-h—no words," he whispered. "All is well. I keep my promise." And so saying he had a a as of side quick as a shot, quicker than the corporal could stow the bulky vessel in his saddle bags. Wresting it from the nerveless hand of his junior, Feeny hurled it with' all his force after the Mexican's retreating form. It struck Moreno square in. the back of the neck and sent him pitching heavily forward.

Only by catching at a horse post did he save himself from a fall, but, as he straightened up. his face was one not to be looked at without a shudder grinding teeth, snapping, flashing eyes, vengeful contortions of brow and jaw, hate, fury and revenge, all were quivering with the muscles under that swarthy skin, and the gleaming knife was clasped in his upraised hand as, driving into the ranch and' out of sight of the hated "gringos," he burst into the room where sat his wife and daughter, and raging aloud, through that he leaped like a panther to another door, fastened on the farther side, where one instant he stood before admission could be gained, and through a panel in which

there

warily peered a

bearded face, swarthy as his own. And then Senora Moreno hurriedly banged the shutter and toojt up her guitar. Something had to be done to hush the uproar of blasphemy and imprecation mingling with the shout of exultation that instantly followed: her lord's admission to the den.

Nine o'clock earner Murphy and his party were gone. The beacon still blazed at the westwar&pass. The twang of the guitar had: ceased. Silence reigned about the ranch. Old Plummer with anxious face plodded slowly up and down the open space in front of the deserted bar. Feeny, with three loaded carbines close at hand and his belt bristling with, revolvers, was dividing his attention between the safe and the still sleeping troopers. Every once in awhile he would station the major at the safe, which had been hauled into the easternmost of the rooms that opened to the front instead, of on the corral, and, revolver in hand, would patrol the premises, never failing to stop at a certain window behind which he believed Moreno to be lurking to warn that impulsive greaser not to •how his head outside his room if he didn't want it blown off his shoulders never failing on his return to stir up both recumbent forms with angry foot, and then to shower in equal portions cold water and hot imprecations upon them.

To Pedro he had intrusted the duty of caring for the horses of his prostrate comrades. Every faculty he possessed was on the alert, watching for the faintest sign of treachery or hostility from within, listening with dread but •tern determination for the first sound of hoof beats from without. It must have been about 10 o'clock when, leaving Mr. Dawes, the clerk, seated in the dark interior beside the safe, Feeny stepped forth to make another round, •topped to look at Mullan and his partner, no"v beginning to twitch uneasily and moan and toss in their drunken sleep, and then turned to seek the paymaster.

Whatever lights Moreno had been accustomed to burn by way of lure oi encouragement to Ixilated travelers, alwas gloom tonight. The bar was silence and darkness. The bare east room adjoining the corral was tenanted now only by the clerk and the precious iron box of "greenbacks." No glimmer of lamp showed there. The westward apartments, opening only one into another and thence into the corral, were

still as the night and even when a shutter was slowly pushed from within, as though the occupants craved more air, no gleam of light came through. "Don't show your ugly mug out here, Moreno," cautioned Feeny for the fourth or fifth time, "and warn any cutthroat with you to keep in hiding. The man who attempts to come out gets a bullet through him."

There had been shrill protestation in Mexican Spanish and Senora Moreno's strident tones when first he conveyed his orders to the master of the ranch, but Moreno himself had made no audiblereply, and, as waa conjectured, had enjoined silence on his wife, for aftei that outbreak she spoke no more.

I've got this approach covered anyhow, muttered the veteran. "Now if Continued on Third Page.

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