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She started across the room to
where a rope leading to the alarm
bell of the village was. The man was
too quick for her. He was a great,
powerful fellow. With a kick he sent
the inner door open. He grasped
Winnie as though she were an in
fant, bore her outside, pressed his
rough, burly hand over her lips to
suppress her outcry and swung her
into the saddle, holding her with one
I hand before him.
"You know too much!" he hissed
"it won't do to yet you run free!"
The horse went like a meteor.
, There were few persons astir. Only
once in the short course past habita
tions that the .outlaw took did Win
nie have an opportunity to free her
lips. Then far and wide one of her
masterly, shrill imitations of a
shrieking locomotive whistle, famil
iar to everyone in the place, pierced
the air. An old man in the near dis
tance heard ut, turned, recognized
Winnie and the situation, and start
ed on a run for the town marshal
and his force.
But the wild pursuit that ensued
was in vain. In the first place the
pursuers were not aware of the iden
tity of the bold kidnaper, and when
they lost his trail had no idea of the
direction he had taken. It was a
sorrow to Winnie's many friends, a
crushing blow to Abel Druse, when
he reached the town on his route the
next day. Forthwith he found a sub
stitute to complete his route, ready
to resign his position, vowing to rest
neither night or day until he had
found and rescued Winnit. He tried
to console her heartbroken father.
He left the town, followed by high
hopes, for he was intrepid, tireless
and knew every foot of the surround
Winnie was not frightened at her
dilemma. The rough, bruising grasp
of the outlaw warned her that he
would not be gentle in dealing with
her if she continued outcry or strug
gle. She laughed in his face, once
tree of the town. ,
"What is your idea in robbing the
postofflce department?" she asked
"To get you out of harm's way for
a little spell," was the reply. "You're
a plucky one and, I can see, sensible.
You take your medicine like the real
trump you are and you won't have to
"Yes, but what about my anxious
friends?" propounded Winnie.
"I'll tell you, young lady. You
know of me as a desperate character.
That's more than right. There's a
price out against me and I'm for get
ting away. The letter you gave me
brought me information I expected
and arranges to help me get out of
the district We'll keep you for com
pany down at the den till we're off
safely. You act sensible and don't
try to get away and you'll be treated
like a lady. There's the mother of
one of the boys there and" she'll be
a mother to you, if you behave your
self." Winnie had identified the outlaw
and he was determined that she
'should have no opportunity of
spreading the news that he was in
the neighborhood. When they ar
rived at the haunt of Ives and his fel
lows Winnie was turned over to an
old woman, rough and uncultured,
but she took Winnie "under her
wing," as she termed it, and no one
troubled the fair captive.
Winnie was irrepressible and .
dauntless. Her favorite enjoyment, .
whistling, came into play and she de
lighted the rude outlaws with her
masterly imitations. An idea came '
to her mind, never suspected by the
group. It infused hope that some
of those undoubtedly searching for
her might hear those echoing trills .
and secure a clue to her hiding place.
It did, in fact, and, like- a lover to
the call of his lady love, Abel Druse
hastened to the source of the melody
that told him that Winnie was near.
Back to the settlement he sped,
back to the bandit refuge he return-
ed, but now accompanied by a force