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CHAPTER XlV—Continued. A spear came upward through the open window’, glanced off the angle formed by the wall and roof, and dropped flat at Sam's feet. Winton fired out into the black faces massed beneath. Another scurry followed and two more natives writhed on the ground. The mine boys had discarded the trappings of semicivilization. The ob- : sequious diggers had become native warriors, dressed for the most part in hancloths alone. Their roiling eyes M painted faces gave them a diaBlcal as|M>cL • From the window Winton could see fires rising everywhere along the fields. j “If we can hold out half an hour help must come,” he said to Sam. But us he spoke he heard a crackling sound above him and thin wreaths of smoke began to coil through tiie roof. The mob had withdrawn a little space and bowled in triumph around the eoti tage. The structure was of brick, but there was a wooden roof, baked so dry by t the sun that the rains had hardly affected it. Burning brands had lit on it in half a dozen places. As Winton looked wildly about him he caught sight of Sam going through | extraordinary antics. He had began to tear off his clothes as fast as he was able, until he stood up bare to the walsL In spite of their desperate sit- j uatlon Winton was shocked at the negro's action. “Have you gone mad, Sam?" he demanded angrily. But Sam, not satisfied, snatched up a knife and began ripping off the legs of his trousers at the knees. He picked up the spear. The transformaj tion was astounding. Sam Simpson! ; had evolved into one of the wild negroes of the compound. The roof was blazing. There came | another rush against the door. The; yells were deafening. Winton caught Sheila to him and tried to reassure her in the brief interval of recharging his revolver. But the girl was terrorstricken. and she could hardly hide ! her feacs. She -clung to Winton, trembling. “The tunnel!” gasped Sum, drag- J ging Winton by the arm. And the thought of this had not entered Winton's mint!. The safe had stood over the hole ever since the robbery. They pulled it aside. Beneath it gaped the excavation. “Get down, Sam.” cried Winton as the savages, believing that Winton i was cowed, or had no more ammunition. made a concerted rush. The door began to splinter. Sam lowered himself. Winton swung Sheila down and followed. He meant i to try and replace the safe from below, i i but his feet had hardly touched the soft earth before the door crashed from its hinges. He dived after his companions, and heard the mine boys’ shouts of discovery. Tiivir feet, which I deemed Immediately overhead, made the wails of the tunnel tremble. Fine dust from the concussion set the three to choking. “Ho on with Miss Sheila, Sam." whUqtered Winton. He leveled his revolver along the tunnel. It was quite dark, but unless his ears failed him it would be impossible to miss his mark. He heard the natives whispering together above, and the sudden rilence made the tunnel eerier than ever. They were at au Immense disadvan tage, for it was impossible to hurl a spear within the narrow pussage. though one could be used for thrusting with deadly effect. But first the thruster would have assume a prune position, and Winton knew that his revolver would have thus several seconds' start <>f the spear. He waited, hardly breathing, until there came to his ears, very faintly, the touch of bare feet upon the ground, followed by the suppressed breathing of a man not far away. One of the negroes was evidently |at the bottom of the excavation, but the excavation immediately i>eneath the safe was wider than the tunnel Itself, and a projecting angle of soft earth afforded sltelter. The cum—or men—might therefore he out of the j direct line of tire. Winton drew a match softly from bls pocket and ; struck It suddenly along the side of his revolver butt The little St-Ing tight revealed the white eyeballs and peering face of one of the savages, not a dozen feet distant. Another I face was looking over tbe shoulder. Every thinj above was deathly stilt The man's arm was drawn back, the spear, with a murderous shovel-blade, held ready to thrust. Winton fired point-blank into the open mouth. The match went out simultaneously with the discharge There followed a choking cry and the sound of blood bubbling from the throat An outburst of yells from above rolled In a hideous echo along the tunnel. The second savage turned and began scrambling back like a mole, but Winton fired again and heard the shuffling •top. as if the bullet had been Instantaneously fatal A shower of earth came rattling down. And now the faint reflected flare that came Into the tunnel, and the roaring from above told Winton that the cottage was ablan. The sounds as shouting grew fainter. The negroes must have been driven out by fire. Winton raised the body of the man •Barest him and set it In the tunnel

in such away that it formed an obstacle to anyone approaching from the rear. He would hear the sound of its dislodgiuent if the attack were renewed. But the savages had had enough of the tunnel. Winton loaded his revolver with his last handful ot cartridges and began scrambling after Sam, calling in a low tone. He heard Sam’s distant answer, and made his way as fast as he could aloug the tunnel. Would the natives be waiting at the other end? They could make the distance above ground more swiftly than they equid. But Winton doubted whether their minds would work in that manner, with plunder to be had in every compound store along the diamond ridge. He was right in his presumption, for presently he saw Sam and Sheila silhouetted against the faint ligrtat at the other end of the tunnel. He caught Sheila to him fiercely. “Keep up your courage, dear'” he whispered. “We are going to be free. Stay here with Sam, while I go forward and explore.” For a moment she clung to him and pleaded with him not to expose himself to danger, but it was wonderful how brave she was. Instructing Sam to stay with Sheila. Winton began to creep forward along the ground. D>t in a moment he saw Sam beside him. “Mr. Garrett, I'll go,” said the negro. “I guess it’s safer for me. looking like this.” That was a fact. Reluctantly—for he would have preferred to face the danger—Winton went back and allowed Sam to proceed upon his scouting mission. All along the fields the stores were burning fiercely. Against the light of the leaping flames could be seen the lß»dies of the savages, struggling to carry off their plunder. Bales of cottons and cloth, blankets, packing cases of comestibles were l>eing borne on naked black shoulders. The store on the comiMtund into which the fugitives had emerged was. however, already gutted, and there were ik> natives Immediately at hand. It was the old story, repeated a hundred times in the bloody history of South Africa, of the untamable nature of the aborigine reasserting Itself against white supervision grown lax. Winton, a few yards from Sheila, suddenly perceived the body of alum lying face downward upon the ground, immediately inside the barbed wire which separated the compound in which he was from that adjoining. He recognized it as that of Josephs. It was pinned to the earth with two upright spears. Death must have been instantaneous. Wtnton's jaws clamped with a spasm of fury. He sprang to his feet, but. rstnemlH-rlng the urgent need of cau- , t!sn. lay down again beside Sheila, watching Sam. He saw the negro worming bis way along tiie ground upon his stomach. Suddenly Sam turned toward him with an imperative gesture to lie still. «4ung u; . Winton p< revived a Katlr [ '•entry, armed with a ss>eur and shield, guard at the desert road behind the devastated and smoldering store that had belonged once to Kash. The presence of this man was omltous. If the outbreak hud been cunined to the diamond = contpoundß, no ♦entry would have been set. The fact of his presence betokened a precon-.-erted rising, guided by shrewd minds from outside. It betokened something more. For the man who had placed him there must have had a personal Interest in Winton's capture. Yet Winton was no object of hatred on the part of the natives—rather he was one of the more popular among the claim-holders. But Winton realized only the first part of the purpose, not its implications. He watched Sam spring to nis feet and advance boldly toward the l sentry, brandishing his spear. There was nothing to show that Sam was other than one of the marauders. He was just as black, and In the night he looked just as ferocious as any of them. Hie sentry tamed and looked at Sum in Inquiry, then went forward to meet him. Sum's muscular arm w ent back, and the spear, driven unerringly, by some atavistic Impulse, 'Bent home through the Kafirs' tiiroat. The sentry dropped without a word or sound, the spear-pnjnt sticking into the ground behind him. supporting the falling corpse grotesquely for a moment, till the body, collapsing sidewise. rolled into the road and lay still. Sara came back slowly. “I've killed him.” be began ko whimper. “A good thrust. Sam" “I've killed a human being. God forgive me!" whispered Sam. shaking as If he had an Attack of fever. “Come along," said Winton. “We must make the desert now. We can work round toward Malopo. If need be we'll hide in the bed of the stream for a day or two. We must hurry." The tears were streaming down me negro's cheeks.. With a gulp Sam pulled himself together. Winton raised Sheila to her feet, and the three raced across the road, crossed the ridge, and saw the desert before them. It was beginning to grow light. From where they halted to get their breath they could see the long line of biasing stores and hear the distant shouting. A sudden outburst of rifle firing from the direction of the town gave the hope that Malopo had been 4

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warned in time and was putting up a defense. They hurried on, keeping below the ridge, going a little distance into the desert, then turning to strike: the bed of the winding river, now a succession of pools, with a freeway of stones and boulders. Once between the banks they would be in reasonable security. There were numerous caves and excavations there, in one of which a temporary refuge could be found. But as they halted upon the bank Sam uttered a cry and pointed toward the desert. Three men were riding toward them, with the evident Intention of intercepting their flight. They were just visible in the twilight, which made their figures, and those of their horses, at once enormous and shadowy. Two of them, from their firm, stlrknipless seat, were obviously Hottentots. The third was a white man. There seemed nothing to fear and much to hope. The Hottentots were never on friendly terms with the Bechuanas. whom they despised as savages, and the presence of their master was still more reassuring., The three spurred their horses and came galloping up abreast. They were within five and twenty paces when Winton recognized the white man as De Witt Before he realized the man's hostile intentions De Witt had ridden straight at him. The Hottentots, with rearing horses, dashed at Sain. Winton saw Sam roll on the ground, and then he himself was down in a tangle of plunging hoofs. He had a dim knowledge of firing his revolver, and then the scene faded out of his consciousness as quietly as if it were some moving-picture withdrawn from the white screen. CHAPTER XV Pursuit in the Desert. “Mr. Garrett —wake up! For God’s sake, open your eyes, sir!” Winton obeyed. The river banks were swimming around him. He was lying on the stones ir the bed of the stream, and Sam was kneeling beside him. “Sheila!” Winton muttered. “He’s got her, Mr. Garrett.” Winton struggled into a sitting position and tried to collect himself. “Who—when?” he mumbled. “De Witt —half an hour ago. The horse kicked you on the head and He sau? Sam / wnninq his alonq the 1® \. AL'W< 1 ground upon \\\ A his stomach. iOi stunned you. I was knocked down, too. You shot one of the Hottentots, and they snatched up Miss Siieila and put her on his horse and rode away with her." Winton got on his feet, and, with Sam's hid, sragg<*red up the bank. It was quite light now. From Malopo came the intermittent outbreaks of rifle firing, but there were no negroes In sight. The fields were totally deserted, the gutted stores were burning out in smoke. The broqd expanse of the desert lay before Winton's eyes, the risen sun dancing on the horizon. The body of the dead Hottentot lay a few yanis away, but there was no living thing In sight. “We must get horses. Sam.” said Winton. “Yes sib There's a horse feeding down the river." “What's that?” cried Winton incred ulousiv. "It's one of the Malopo Deep's horses, Mr. Garrett. It's that gray. He's a fast goer. , He's saddled, too. The boys must have tried to capture him, but he broke his halter and got away." “We must catch him. Sam.” “I’ve caught him, sir. I saw you’d be coming to in a few minutes, and J went after him and tied him to a tree.” “Sain.” cried Winton brokenly, “I can't thank you enough—not now. Get him. Sam! Get him !” Sam came hack in five .minutes, leading the horse, Winton knew it very well. It was not so fast as De Witt’s, but it had won prizes at the local handicaps. It was in first-class condition. Sam had put one foot into tl»e stir-

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Independence Rock Cover* an Area of Five Acre* and Is Three Hun* dred Feet High. Independence rock, located a few hundred yards from the right bank of the Sweetwater river in Wyoming, on the original Great Salt Lake trail, is an isolated mass of clear granite. Its base covers an area of nearly five acres and rises to a, height of about 300 feet. There is a slight depression on Its summit, otherwise the rock would be nearly oval in shape. In the early days of the trail a little soli, which had probably drifted Into the depression, supported a few sickly shrubs and one dwarf tree. The front face of this ancient landmark, like that of Pawnee rock, on the old Santa Fe trail. Is covered with the names of twpn. traillink emigrants and other

rup when Winton dragged him down. "Let me go, Mr. Garrett Let me go!” he pleaded. “You’re not fit Mr.’* “I’m going, Sam. I'll be back with Miss Sheila—or Til not be back. No use. Sam. Leave It to me. It’s my job, confound you!" Sam took his foot out of the stirrup with a sigh. The tears were streaming down his black face. “You’re right, sir,” he said humbly. “I—l—’’ But neither man could speak, and Winton, wringing Sam’s hand, mounted and rode away. His burning anger gave him strength. The thought of Sheila's danger, of De Witt’s trick at the end, nerved him to desperation. Within two days the wheel of his fortunes had made a complete revolution. Only the thought of Sheila in De Witt’s power enabled him to maintain his mental eouillbrinm.’ And for a while, as he roue over the lonely desert, touched here and there with the green of ti\e young gruss, he felt like a shadow moving in a phantom world. He tried to concentrate his attention on the tracks of the three horses, which were distinct in the rain-soaked ground. So long as these were p’.ain in sight he felt that he was nearing Sheila every moment, in spite of the fact that he could see no one. He discovered that what his horse lacked in speed it made up in staying powers, and hours passed without any slackening of the easy “triple" pace. But the morning. wore away, and it became clear to Winton that De Witt had at least maintained his lead. - It was almost midday, when he discovered that the tracks had disappeared. For some time they had been growing less distinct, for the sandy earth of the desert had yielded to flinty ground. Winton went back, found them, and discovered that the horses had struck off at an angle leading fhr away from the headquarters of the tribe. Hitherto the horses had been traveling almost immediately toward the hills. Yet It had seemed improbable that De Witt could have allied himself with the Bechuanas. They would have rejected . overtures from any white man"; and De Witt, scoundrel though he was. would hardly have made them. Winton's suspicions now became a certainty in his mind: The Dutchman, who was well known throughout the desert country, had gathered about himself a few wandering Hottentots, probably old servants or cattlemen, by whose aid he hoped to strike across the desert into another territory. The tracks led due west, toward the heart of the almost unknown Kalahari, the desert of pans, inhabited only by a few wandering Bushmen and the antelope on which they lived. Winton knew that there was no set tlement of any kind, not even a native one, for hundreds of miles in tins di rectlon. If one went far enough, how ever, and knew how to live on the wild melons that send their tap-roots hundreds of feet into the ground and draw up water, one would enter German territory, where the Herrero tribesmen lived among the infrequent oases. Thence one could strike the western shore. And Winton suddenly began to think that Van Vorst must have taken this route. Probably the same Hottentots who had accompanied De Witt had helped Van Vorst across the desert. They might even have cached food and water ii> some lonely spot. Winton's heart sans as he followed the faint tracks mile after mile, often reduced to a slow walk in order not to lose them. Sometimes only a tuft of downtrodden, withered grass, or a few displaced pebbles showed him his route. And then even the wisps of grass vanished, and the flinty desert lay smooth l>efore him. It was early afternoon. Winbin had been guiding himself more by instinct and judgment than by any visible traces. He realized now that he bad lost the trail, and lost it half an hour before, and hud been deluding, himself with signs which were nonexistent. -Worse than that, it was impoos;b:e to | ick up the spoor to g.> back. His horse had gone gamely, but It was gradually giving out. He dismounted. and the beast st<»od panting, with drooping head. It had ceased to sweat —an ominous sign. He left it and began to cast about in a wide circle iu the hope of hitting the tracks. But he found nothing; and, standing I under the blistering sun. be knew that : he was himself lost, that he had cov- : ered some fire and thirty miles which, if retrace*!, must be retraced afoot. <TO BE CONTINUED.) Fox Trot’* Name From Horse. The fox trot, which has apparently come to stay In dancing, takes Its name from the similarity of its movements to the peculiar step of the American trotting horse when it is making fast time, and not to the resemblance to a fox’s movements. The popularity of, the fox trot Is found in its rhythm, of course, and this Is one of the characteristics of a trotting horse when he is making good time, though when a trotter is just jogging along there isn't so much rhythm In evidence.

men who supposed that their rude carvings would immortalize them. The rock receives Its patriot!* nam* from the fact that many years ago one of the first party of Americans who crossed the continent by the way of the Platte valley, celebrated their Fourth of July at the foot of the now historic mass of granite. The most prominent inscription on the face of the rock is “Independence.”—Detroit New*. Sounds Plausible. “•Bout all de benefit some men gfta out*n readin' de Good Book.” said Unde Eben. “is bein’ kep’ out o’ mi» chief « long as dey keeps tradin’." For Auld Lang Syne. First Barber—“ Been busy this mora* IngF Second Ditto—“ No. just scraF* Ing ea acquaintance.”

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