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fchgy passed the Davis home Snowball
siacKcnea uua pace auu una Heemeu
" always waiting for him, and came out
to caress him and feed him lumps of.
"Our mountain air is doing you
good, Miss Dacre," spoke Bruce one
morning. "Mrs, Davis tells me that
at home you had your own pet horse,
jl never did it before, but Snowball
Tvould be a kitten in your gentle
ihands. I would feel proud and "hon-
n ! if .n.. ..r.,9 ! '
jiuicu u jruji uacu mm.
Thus it came about that .Bruce saw
a great deal more of Una Dacre than
was good for his peace" of mind.
Snowball seemed to share his regard
for the lovely girl from the East. It
got to be so that it was a regular
thing for Bruce to come around with
Snowball, and for Una to start off on
one of those' stirring rides that
brought fres'h color and brilliancy to
At times Bruce was fairly jealous
of the growing attachment of the
splendid animal to. a person whom
Snowball knew was a friend of his
master. Bruce would stand watch-
dashing along "the ravine patch or
scudding hke an arrow over the level
One afternoon ah, he never for-
- got it! he had seen Miss Dacre
mounted and away along the river
reach where the bluffs rose high and
craggy. He had his rifle with him and
was about to join some comrades on
a hunt for the afternoon, when he
arose erect and thrilled.''
Snowball was in sight, and swaying
in the saddle, a superb horsewoman,
Una .had never seemed so lovely or
dear tohim. .He had sighed forth the
hopelessness of the love he dared not
express. Now alarm drove every oth
er sentiment from his mind.
A shrill, piercing cry; almost a
scream had suddenly rent the still air.
0n the opposite side of the river a
horse and rider had come into view.
At some unusual sight the horse had
s suddenly reared, threw its rider and,
dashing up to the very edge of the,
bank, stood uttering forth that echo-,
ing challenge which Bruce had heard.?
"Spitfire!" exclaimed Bruce, and he
recognized the dismounted rider as
the man to whom he had sold the
mate of Snowball over a year agone
And then his heart stood still. An
answering call, glad, riotous, deliri-r
ous rang out from Snowball. He had
seen his old friend. All was forgotten,
of discipline, of gentleness. Once,
more he was on his native plains rac
ing with the companion of his early
"She is lost!" died in the ranch
man's throat. "Oh, my love! my love!
And I helpless!"
Snowball had disdained curb, bit '
and spur. He had veered and was
making for the point where the road
was unguarded. More than once the
daring steed had sprang down that
treacherous reach, had' swam the
river and gloried in the. adventure
In a flash "Bruce knew that once
Snowball started down that steep in
cline Una was doomed. A misstep, a '
stumble would" be fatal. Superb
horsewoman as she, was, 'she could
not retain her seat
"I've got to do it for her'sake!" is
sued from Bruce Telford's lips in a
He had less than two minutes in
which to act; if' he would save the
woman he loved but, oh, the terrible
sacrifice. , .
With a sob he raised his rifle. He
was a sure shot Bank crack! And
Snowball fell not 20 yards from the
verge of the dreadful precipice.
Bruce saw the animal quiver,
stumble and fall inert He saw Una
extricate herself from the saddle, ap
parently unharmed. Then, white as
death, he bowed his head where he
stood, almost broken-hearted.
Thus Una found him.- Her hand
trembled as it touched his arm. Her
voice was ful of tears.
"You you saved mer" she falter
ed; "but, oh, Snowball!" ,
Bruce id not speak. It seemed aa