of refuge for fugitives from Justice
fdr years. He had been sent by the
engineering 'firm employing him to
inspect the district In conjunction
with a new Irrigation and railroad
project. He had arrived at the bor
der ttiwn of Flfield one week pre
vious. It was necessary for him to
make Inquiries there before he pro
secuted his journey. He had been di
rected to Mr. Treherne, the uncle of
Eloise, who was acquainted through
the entire section. He had found
him to be a former itinerant preach
er, but now living some miles from
town and engaged in a email cooper
age business. He and bis niece led
the truly simple life. Burt had be
come their welcome guest; the days
had drifted on pleasantly. He had
learned many things of the district he
was to penetrate and love.
Eloise was a pure, simple, beauti
ful flower of nature, her whole life
seemed bound up in care for her
uncle. One evening, however, Burt
had a foretaste of the people he was
destined to meet if he continued on
his journey. Another uncle of Blolse,
named John Rivera, accompanied by
one Jeff Wadhams, came down from
"the bad lands." Rivers was voluble
in his demand that ma niece should
spend part of her time at his home
over the border. Burt even surmised
that it was Jeff Wadhams who was
urging him to this. The eyes of the
desperado told that he sought Blolse
as a life partner. Very clearly Mr.
Treherne told his brother4n-law that
his. demand would not be granted.
"1 have raised her gently, educated
her In my rude way," he e&plalned.
"She would languish and die in the
wild, lawless life among you people."
Seemingly accepting this ultima
tum, the two visitors had departed.
But now both Blolse and Burt had
seen the lurking Jeff, and Burt knew
that this meant trouble.
"You had better keep close in the
house, both of you," spoke Mr: Tre
herne, when he had been advised of
the -discovery of Jeff-hanging around.
the place. "Rivers and Jeff and their
crowd are dangerous teen. It, is,
Blolse they are after, but you, Mr.
Dawson, may come In for a share of
their enmity. I advise you to return,,
to town in the morning and postpone
your survey until you have a strong!
party with you."
At eleven o'clock that night Bur$.
was aroused from his sleep. It was-'
Treherne, who told him to get up and
dress. Then he led him out through
the house into the stout log work
shop over the river, where he did his
rude cooperage tasks.
Blolse was there. She stood at
one window of the place with a ride
in her hand, looking every inch an
Intrepid daughter of the frontieri In
some amazement Bart glanced out.
Mounted on horses, armed, some-of
them bearing torches, were twenty
men. Jeff Wadhams waB their leader.
"What do you want here?" de
manded Mr. Treherne, going to the
window, and Jeff, came forward.
"We want a man calling himself
Dawson and an engineer, he re
sponded. "We have information that
he is a spy, a disguised detective, and
we are going to string hita'Up. This
isn't your business, Trdhsrne". De
liver him up."
"I want time to consider," spoke
Mr. Treherne, and his. face, was grim,
and Blolse kept watoh and ward at
"Mr. Dawson," said Treherne,
"there is just one way of escape-, but
you must do what I say and act
qulokly. I shall barrel you up, with
a hammer and chisel, drop you into
tha river and you Will float away
while these men are wasting their
"And leave Eloiee to be carried
away by the ruflian outside?" cried
Burt. "I will die fighting, first!"
The old man was silent. He
studied the face of his guest keenly.
"You love her?" he asked.
"More than my own Ufel" re
sponded Burt fervently,
"Then" slowly, solemnly "make
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