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The Trey O' Hearts
A Novelized Version of the Motion Picture Drama of the Same Name
Produced by the Universal Film Co.
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
d.M of rT. Fomeu. aHim" & .. Ba ""A. 1T . B.r,"-.# s
lnetraed with Phspgr. from th. Pictre reibctlm
CorrhgbsL Md. bt Loese Jkoanh Vaneo
SYNOPSIS.
The ? of Hearts is th, "death -ign" rno
pliye.i by PSenw"a Trine In the privat. wa
.,f veng.-ar,.' whit'h. through th. ilguntre
o' k. I . ter Judith. L, h .:rs ags ns
A n I . t of th- mn.. nw e. 1, wSh
,,.r ! . .ntl) r,' , .t h+,e fr th, a.ct
ci, n: L: h r.ner".' 'I'rti:e a t.";: .5s ,rip
I Alan I "','s . irn, :. s 1, I ly ItJs
' . ',, t n" 1 n . . , . .l i, :th 0, ,u , tr
:..I' , t1:. .1;,l '. ,. ,; '::t :n,"tl, r ,]r,do atl
The Man in the Shadow.
"'. hu ed " ,u ', ftr. . If :lo, I op Jin
f' ., fro rthe li of. C lif The . d
doily hl thnug btoh 1(1 baen Ihop
.Ij , Sld' , 's , ,tucr' I " "in its Ih i b lo
'ettnt ly het o'iut ioing trunk of :
tre, o'er w,.h it ra it',d, d ouble
u p' lap. horr l . -
The Ma n in the Shadow.t hat
scttling gradually as the slope be
Tdoua hndful of pebblesf , gained tin
fottom of the Icanyon.f t lif Thn S
Its mufifed impact on the groun
round his feetng throuse d the an lwh
.1""rte nt ihe tt,, oltts l,]iis g trunok 0o,
had compassed the bandit's death fror
th ne l, unconscioude that haas
settling gradually as the scopete be
bottom of the nstant of firing.n.
He stepped back, andnd snatched ui
Not before the glact onsses the groadjuste
tround his vision did he find time to rewh
had compassed the bandit's death frorr
the pose he had unconsciously as
uumed on the instant of firing.
ie stepped back, and snatched n_,
Not before the glasses were adjuster;
to his vision did he find time to re
spond absently to the alarmed and in
sistent inquiries of his two compan
ions, a man of his own age and a girl
of some years less, who had beet
--akened from their sleep by the re
port of the rifle.
Now the latter plucked his sleeve,
iomentarily deflecting the glasses
from the object which they were fol,
lowing so sedulously as it moved
Along the heights; a wildly running
horse with a woman bound helpless
Upon its back, both sharply in .1'
houette against the burning blue.
"Alan!" the girl demanded, "what
is it? Why did you fire? Why won't
you answer me? What is it?"
'Judith," Alan replied tersely, again
picking up with the glasses the run
away horse that fled so madly along
the perilous and narrow track of the
hill trail.
The name was echoed from two
throats as Alan swung sharply and
thrust the glasses into the hands of
the girl.
"Judith," he affirmed with a look of
poignant solicitude. "She's roped to
the back of that crazy broncho--help
less! See for yourself; one false step
-suppose a stone turns beneath it
hoof-she'll be killed!"
While the girl focused her glasses
upon that speck that flew against the
sky Alan turned to the two horses
Moistened His Parched Lipe and
Threoat.
hobbled near by and seizing a saddle
threw it over the back of one.
At this the other man turned to bhie
aside and dropping a detaining hand
upon his arm asked:
" What are you goig to do?"
Alan shook the hand off and went
on with his self-ppointed task.
"Go after her, Tom, of course," he
replied. "What else? That animal is
rasty, I tell you-o"
"Uven so," Tom Barens argued, "you
can't climb that hillside on horseback
nd if you could, you'd be too late to
aetch up, much less prevent an a
"I noaw It, Bat infloe It doesn't
fail... kneow what' beyond
these hilb-4ssa8s! And the girl is
helples, I tdl tya boud bad and
mst. TlWak at he, belig easr ed that
sen.ma.ed dorkl. .Wba
I* i*. ? U eppm yes do
%C uc,-.
try to stick a knife into you-like al
not. What's she been chasing you for
all over this land of the brave and
homno of the free, but to take your foo:
life? And now you want to sacritlcc
yourself to her, out of sheer, down
right foolishness in the head! I sup
pose you'll like me to call it chivalry:
I'll tell you what I call it-lunacy!"
'Don't he an ass!" Alan responded
temperately, gathering the reins to.
gether and instinctively lifting a fool
to the stirrup. "Who warned us yes"
t4 rt;y in time to I'rVvecr t our heing
cr:i-iid by that rock? Judith! Why
oa ste s' ;arated from Marrophal
andl tin. other's--alone up there when
that If a.t 'enraked up behind her--t)
I sai hin,--i saw it all-and grabbed
her andl Iped her to that brc'tco-il
it w ani't ictause she had broken with
thimt for o(od and all and started tc
fight on our side?"
"You're ravilng," Itareus commented
in a l opeless tone. lie looked to the
girl. "Itose--Miss Trin-e-rea-oni with
this ma:dman--"
Dropping the glasses, the girl came
swiftly and confidently to her lover's
side, lifting her lips to his.
"G(;o, sweetheart!" she told hint
"Save her if you can!"
"IDid you dream for an instant Hlose
would see her owtn sister carried to
her death if anything could be done
to avert it-no matter what we may
have suffered at .ludith's hands?"
With an indignant grunt. but con
siderate none the less, Mr. lIarcus
caught up the glasses and turned his
back .
"Go on!" he grumbled, pretending
to ignore the hand Alan offered him
from the saddle. "I've got no patience
with you . . . But go!" he insisted,
of a sudden seizing the hand and
pressing it fervently. "And God go
with you, my friend!"
Then hoofbeats drumming on the
hard-packed earth of the canyon trail
struck a hundred echoes from its
rugged, rocky walls.
Mr. Barcus showed Rose Trine a
face almost ludicrous with its an
guished smile that was intended to
seem reassuring.
"Let's look sharp and follow him
as quick as may be," he urged. "Light
ning will never strike us so long as
we stick to Mr. Iaw of the charmed
life-but I don't mind telling you, once
out of his company, rm just naturally
afraid of the dark!"
CHAPTER XLI.
The Trail of Flying Hoof-Prints.
In the still air of that young day the
chill of night lingered stubbornly
and would until the shadow of the
eastern rampart had crept slowly
down the canyon's western wall, tele
scoped upon itself and vanished, let
ting in the sun to make the place a
pit of torment and of burning.
Refreshed from rest and exhilarated
by this grateful coolness, his horse
responded willingly to the first light
touch of Alan's spur. In a twinkling
the overnight camp dropped from view
behind the rounded shoulder of a hill
side, mesquite-cloaked.
Then from its first spirited flight
the horse settled down to steady go
ing, lengthened its stride, and ran for
leagues with the long, apparently ef
fortless and tireless lope of the plains
bred broncho, ventre-a-terre.
Alan's departure from camp had an
ticipated by a round quarter-hour the
appearance on the upper trail of
friends of the slain bandit, to the
number of four or five, who had both
discovered and recovered his body,
called his death murder and pledged
themselves to its avengement-laying
responsibility for the putative crime
at the door of the man and woman
to be seen In the canyon, immediately
below the scene of Hopi Jim's fall.
Between the moment when discor
ery of the men on the ridge trail in
terrupted their simple and hurried
breakfast and that which found Rose
and Barcus mounted on the back of
their own horse and making the best
of their way down the canyon in pur
suit of Alan, but little time had
elapsed.
And even with its double burden,
their horse made better time upon
the broad lower level than those who
followed the ridge trail. By mid-morn
ing, when they approached the foot
hills that ran down to the desert, the
pursuit was more than a mile in the
rear and shut off to boot by a mono
lithic hill, while Alan was many a
weary mile in advance.
He sat upon his horse, Just then, at
standstill upon the summit of a round
ed knoll, the Painted hills lifting up
behind him, the desert before unfold
ing like a map-bat like a map all
blurred.
Was Judith out there, somewhere,
lost, defeaselkss, forkra, impotent to
lift a hand to shield her face from the
blast of that savage seant
No rest for Alsa till he knew . .
Dsaoding the knoll he reined his
lagging mount back into the trail fol
towtng its windidg course throush the
oothills and rmnd the base of that
mmoulithl mountain toward the June
tion with the ridge trail, miles away.
Is appraoe ed the hor of moon be
ore he gaied the polat wherem the
two trails jo(,:ed and struck out across
tht dt.,rt. AId hetre he discovered
whatt he- ,hou'ht indi~sutablo indica
ti h . thlir the fright of J.dith'. horse
h.d per-.it d.
Abandohnii:g i :n:ediately all notion
of returni:,g through the hills by the
ridnn-trail. ho ti:, r d and swung away
at the best pact ne c :: I spur from
his broncho, delivering Ihun-elf into
the litiless embrace of that implaca
ble wilderness of sun and sand.
At long intervals he would check
the broncho and, reeling in his saddle,
endeavor to sweep the desert with his
binoculars.
And toward the middle of the after
noon he fancied that something re
warded one such effort; something
for an instant swam athwart the field
of the glasses: something that seemed
to move like a weary horse with a
human figure bound to its back.
lut now the phenomena were di
cerniblo which, had he been more des
ert wise, would have made him pause
and think before he ventured farther
from those hills, already beyond
reach as they were.
Ills first appreciate: warning came
, hIen the surfacfe of the desert seemned
to lift anld ihake like the top of a
canvas tee't in a gale. At the, same
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Time a mighty gust of wind swept
athwart the waste, hot as a furnace
blast. In a trice dust enveloped man
and horse, a stifling cloud of super
heated particles that stung the flesh
like a myriad needles. And then dark
ness fell, the twilight of hades, a cop
percolored pall. Nothing remained
visible beyond arm's length.
Blinded, half suffocated, unspeak
ably dismayed and bewildered, the
broncho swung round, back to the
blast, and refused to bMldge another
inch.
Himself more than half-dazed, but
still hounded by his nightmare vision
of Judith, Alan dismounted to escape
being torn bodily from the saddle by
that hellish sand-blast, and seizing
the bridle sought to draw the horse
on with him.
He wasted his strength in that en
deavor: the animal balked, planted
its hoofs deep in the sand, stiffened
its legs and resisted with the stub
bornness of a rock; then, of a sudden,
jerked his head smartly, snapped the
bridle from his grasp and flung away,
scudding before the storm.
Pursuit was out of the question:
indeed, the bridle was barely torn
from his hand before Alan lost sight
of the broncho.
For a moment he stood rooted in
consternation as in a bog-with an
arm upthrown across his face.
Then the thought of Judith re
curred ...
Head bended and shoulders rounded,
he began to forge a way into the teeth
of the sandstorm.
How long he fought on, pitting his
strength against the elements, cannot
be reckoned.
In the end he stumbled blindly down
a slight decline and was abruptly
conscious that he had in some way
found shelter from the full force of the
wind.
He staggered on another yard or
two, breathing more freely, and blun
dered into a rough-ribbed wall of rock
-some sporadic outcrop, he under
stood, whose bulk stood between him
and the storm.
He thought to rest for a time, until
the storm had spent its greatest
strength; but as he laid his shoulder
gratefully against the rock and
scrubbed the dust from his smarting
eyes he saw what he at first conceived
to be a hallucination: Judith Trine
standing within a yar". 'f him, alive,
strong, free.
He stared incredulously, saw her
recognize him, open her mouth to
utter a wondering cry that was inaudi
ble, and come quickly nearer.
"Alan! You came for me! You fol
lowed me, through all this!"
He threw off her hand with a bitter
laugh-that was like the croaking of a
raven as it issued from his bone-dry
throat-and in momentary possession
of hysteric madness, reeled away from
the woman and the shelter of the rock
and delivered himself anew to the
mercy of the dust-storm.
CHAPTER XLII.
Open Mutiny.
Though she had been schooled to hold
the very name of Law in loathing va
speakable and tq tlink of Alan as a
mortal enemy and as one whose deatt
alone could properly requite the crue
injury that .had been done her fat.'er;
and though the man himself hac
laughed to scorn her first involuntar\
confession of that love for him whicl
now consumed her being with its in
satiable fires, she swallowed bei
chagrin and followed him with the
solicitude of one whose love can recog
nize no wrong in Its object. Througt
all the remainder of that day of terrol
she was never far from his side.
With the meekness of the strong
she made herself his shadow. Ant
she was now the stronger, for she hai
had more than an hour's rest bestde
the waterhole, which he had misse,
on the way of that rocky windbreak
Sooner or later his strength must faL
him and he would need her; till ther
she was content to bide her hour.
It befell presently in startling fash
ion; she was not a yard behind hin
when he vanished abruptly.
But the next moment Judith hersell
was trembling on the crumbling brinl
of an arroyo of depth and width in
determinable in the obscurity of the
duststorm. Down this, evidently
Alan had fallen in his dizzy blindn·es
Sho found him insensible, lying witt
an arm bent under him in a pose
frightfully suggestive of dislocation.
Yet when she turned him on his back
and released the arm, he made no
sign to indicate that the movement
had caused him the slightest pain.
There was a slight cut upon his
brow, a bruise about his left temple.
She tore linen from her bosom, be
neath her coarse flannel shirt, and with
sparing aid from the canteen, washed
the cut clean and bandaged It.
Then, seeing that the storm held
with fury unabated, she rose, recon
noitered and returned to exert all her
strength and drag the unconscious
man across the dry bed of that ancient
water-course and under the lee of its
farther bank.
There, sitting, she pillowed his
head upon her lap, and bending over
him made her body an additional shel
ter to him from the swirling clouds
of dust.
And for hours on end Judith nursed
him there, scarce daring to move
save to minister to his needs, bathing
his fevered brow and moistening his
parched lips and throat.
In the course of the first hour she
was once startled by the spectral vip
ion through the driving sheets of dust
of a horse that plodded up the arroyo,
bearing two riders on its back.
Weary with the weight of its double
burden, it went slowly and passed so
near to Judith that she was able to
recognize the features of her sister
and Tom Barcus.
Be sure she made never a sign to
catch their attention.
Within the next succeeding hour
the coppery light lost something of
its hot brillance, took on a darker
shade, and then one darker still. Twi
light stole athwart the desert, turning
its heat to .chill, its light to violet.
Growing more intense, the cold
eventually roused the sleeping man.
And hardly had his eyes unclosed
and looked up into the eyes of Judith
bending over him than he started up
and out of her embrace, got unstead
ily upon his feet and after a moment
of pause, watching her rise in turn,
strode away-or, rather, staggered
with the gesture of exorcism.
Uncomplaining, hugging her new
born humility to her with the ecstasy
of the anchorite his horse-hair shirt,
Judith followed him patiently, at a
little distance.
Not far from where he had rested
there was a break in the overhanging
wall of the arroyo. Through this he
scrambled painfully, reaching the level
of the desert only after cruel effort,
the unheeded woman at his heels.
A brief pause there afforded both
time to regain their breath and survey
the desert for signs of assistance: it
offered none, other than what they
might accomplish through their own
exertions. For leagues in any quarter
it stretched without a break other than
the black cleft of the arroyo, gleeamig
a bleached and deathly white in the
moonshine-like the face of a froese
world.
With tacit consent both turned that
way, Alan leading, Judith his pertina
clous shadow, with never a word or
sign between them to prove that either
was aware of the other's eompany.
Phut this was a state of aaftirs that
could not long endure. Judi:t had the
price to pay for her oei trials. if
fering and privation: the strain began
to tell sorely upon her. Shi r.led
slightly as she walked. weaving a
winding tra!l across and across the
straighter line of footprints that
marked Alan's course through the or
dered pattern of the powdered sage
brush.
And of a sudden she collapsed.
Instinct alone made Alan glance
over-shoulder: for she had made no
sound whatever.
He turned and came directly back
to her, knelt beside her, lifted her
head, pillowed it gently on his arm
and plied her in turn with the dregs
of the canteen.
With a sigh, a stifled moan and a
little shiver, she revived.
He helped her gently to regain her
feet, passed an arm round her.
In this fashion they struggled on i:n
strange, dumb companionship of no.-
ery and wonder.
Thus an hour passed; and for all
their desperate struggles neither could
s.t that the light on the mounta!nside
was a yard the nearer.
lBehind thenI other lights appeared,
two staring yeihow eyes that peered
up over the horizon, seemned to pause
a tlIh n In s.arclh of rthi two. thn!l
leapedi out diree.t! toward the(m.
Of this they n r. altogether ignor
ant: and a hen a (!.ep. drotning s;);l:l
distl,'bed the dcse.rt silence,. k, the
purring of solme igiantic cat, both as
(ribhd it to the drumming of their
laboring ptulses.
The two lights were not a w:ile be
hind then: when, silently, wit hut a
sign to narn the girl. Alan rtleasgd
her, took a step apart and dropped
as if shot.
Instantly she was kneeling by his
side. But in the act of bending over
him she drew back and remained for
several moments motionless, staring
at those twin glaring eyes, sweeping
down upon them with all the speed
attainable by a six-cylinder touring car
negotiating a trackless desert.
When Judith did move it was not to
comfort Alan. On the contrary, her
first act was to draw from her pocket
a heavy, blunt-nosed revolver, break it
at the breech and blow its barrel
clear of dust. Her hand wv'nt next
to the holster on Alan's hip. From
this she extracted his Colt's .43, treat
ing it as she had the other. Then she
crouched low above the man she loved,
as if thinking perhaps to escape notice
from the occupants of the motorcar.
If that were her thought, it was bred
of an idle hope. Alan had chosen to
fall in the middle of a wide space so
arid that not even sagebrush had ven
tured to take root there. When the
glare of the headlights fell upon them
it was inevitable that discovery should
follow. The motor car stopped within
twenty feet. Three men jumped out
and ran toward the pair, leaving two
in the car-the chauffeur and one who
occupied a corner of the rear seat:
an aged man with the face of a damned
soul, doomed for a little time to live
upon this earth in the certain knowl
edge of his damnation.
As this happened. Judith Trine
leaped to her feet and stood over the
body of Alan, a revolver poised in
either hand.
"Halt!" she ordered imperatively.
"Hands up!"
The three who had alighted obeyed
without a moment's hesitation; her
father's creatures, they knew the
daughter's temper far too well to
dream of opposing her will.
In the six hands that were sil
houetted, against the headlights' radi
ance, three revolvers glimmered; but
at her command all three dropped
harmlessly to the earth.
Then, sharply, "Stand back two
paces!" she required.
They humored her unanimously.
Darting forward, she picked up and
pocketed the three weapons, then with
one of her own singled out the men
she named.
"Now, Marrophat-and you, Hicks-
pick Mr. Law up and carry him into
the car. And treat him gently, mind!
If one of you lifts a finger to harm
him, that one shall answer to me."
Still none ventured to dispute her.
The two men designated, without a
sign of disinclination, stepped forward.
One lifted Alan Law by the shoulders;
the other took the legs. Between them
they bore him with every care toward
the motor car.
But now a second will manifested
itself. The man in the rear seat lifted
up a weirdly sonorous voice:
"Stop!" he cried. "Stop this non
sense! Drop that man! Judith, I
command you-"
"Be silent!" the girl cut in sharply.
"I command here-if it's necessary to
tell you."
There was a pause of astonishment.
Then the old man broke out m exasu
peration that threatened to wax into
fury: "Judith! What do you mean by
this? Has it indeed come to this that
my own daughter defies me to my
face?"
"Apparently!" she salot back, with
a short laugh. "Judge for yourself!"
"Have you forgotten your vow to
me?"
"No. But I take it back and cancel
it: that is my privilege, I believe~. . .
Silence!" she stormed as he strove
to gainsay her. "Silence-do you
hear?-or it will be the worse for
you!"
As well command the sea to still
its voice: her father raged like a mad.
main that he was, for the time being
divested of his,habitual mask o frigid
heartlesasness.
And seeing that there was no other'
way of quietins him, the girl turned
to the third man.
"Now Jimmy!" she said crisply.
Into that cr-n d be quick about It
-·nd sag html"
and `!, t r "ti . ; , .C
;t : *•, f'c ',. : 'h . ; ":
Strai !t ..!.' ! > . , p ' ; .ti - :.l:d.
those hills t it r. :uAl lcin't ,Ielay
unless you arc. anxious for tri,utle. Off
you go:"
The car began to move. She swept
the three thmen in the desert a rmocking
bow, jumped Into the body of the car
and slammtd the door.
They mad:e no effort to plead their
canes and secure passage even as far
as the edge of the destert; d,,ubtlss
they knew too well the futility if that.,
she thought, as she settl. b;ack in a
seat, chuckl!ng with Ite mleniry of
those three masks of di.n:ay u:tl: iti
gated.
It was not until vfly, r ' I , r.
v ni!t shit straigh'-md tup rol : i .k
'.,in" ct,:.furt:,I,' :..t a ' i
h a. had madei tho Il soii 'ii i" t
ab.,! ly her nill.
The n she h,:rl i r" -,. h. .I
t,oet'th r in t l .. .
quickly an:. t c,.',"! b......: r y, - .:,i .
a dlitartt tl rttr Of 11.' 1 . :" ,
tw'(o r ale]('S aft;, y t- it t ' at ;
rumlte of :tllo,,ing hto,,
Th,, night gla:5:., it t it ,0 ,.,,r " t,. d
hrr i;ash.1 s at a ia.l ly of . r,,1 .. t.
iell'i-setit,- six r r cl - '.2' i -
nmakin.g ;.t t iop speed to rd tl:, -;,t
wher, .arroplt:at. Ii e ks, an'i .h
waitd be-side a bacion a 1:2cii I'i"
had built and lighted.
Itt ait doze.i si.ntenee i.s xti. l:,P dt
with til chauffeur advi:sed i, th.tt
these wvere hors,ien fromi h. tOi l .
of Mi-sa who had chargied, thnivIv.s
with the duty of avenging the dilath
of Hopi Jim Slade.
A sardonic chuckle from within
Trine's gag goaded the girl into a sul
len fury.
Exacting his utmost speed from the
chauffeur, under penalty of her dis
pleasure, sho i et herself to revive
Alan.
With the aid of such stores of food
and drink as the car carried, this was
quickly enough accomplished.
Strangling with an overdose of
brandy too little diluted with water,
Alan sat up, grasped the conditions
In a flash, and gained further informa
tion as he devoured sandwiches and
emptied a canteen.
The mountain pass was now, he
judged, a mile distant. The light on
the hillside, according to the chauf
feur, was that of a prospector who
had camped there temporarily. There
was nothing, then, to be feared from
that quarter, but solely from the rear
-where the horsemen, having picked
up Marrophat and his companions,
had instituted hot pursuit, and were
now strung out In a long, straggling
line, three horses carrying double the
farthermost-perhaps a mile and a
half away-one with a single rider
the nearest, well within three-quar
ters of a mile.
Nobly mounted, this last came on
like the wind, gaining on the motor
car with every stride; for his horse
was trained to such going, whereas
the car at best could only labor heav
ily in dust and sand.
None the less, it had won .o a point
within a quarter of a mile from the
pass before the horseman got within
what he esteemed the proper range,
an opened fine.
He fired thrice. His first shot winged
wide, his second by ill-chance ripped
through a rear tire of the car, thus
placing upon it an additional handi
cap, while his third sought the zenith
as his hands flew up and he dropped
from the saddle, drilled through the
body by Alan's only shot.
SA long-range pistol duel was in
progress before the car had covered
half the remaining distance to the
pass.
tBy the time it entered theis last,
which proved to be a narrow ravine
with towering side of crumbly earth
and shale and broken rock, the pur
suit was not a hundred yards behind,
while the firing was well-nigh contin
uous.
Two hundred feet above the trail
two men were working with desperate
haste at some mysterious business
though none noticed them.
Only the chauffeur was aware of a
woman running down the hillside at
an angle, to intercept the car several,
hundred yards from the mouth of the
pas.
As it drew near the spot where she
paused, waving both hands frantically,
the head of the pursuing party swept
into the mouth of the ravine.
At the same time the chauffeur no
ticed that the two men on the hillside
were following the woman pellmell
throwing themselves down the slopm
with gigantic leaps and bounds.
And then a great explosion rent the
peacetful hush of night-that till then
had been proftaned by the pattering
cracks of the revolver fusillade.
As the roar of dynamite subsided
the entire side of the hill shifted and
slid ponderously down, choking the
ravine with debris to the depth of
some thirty or forty feet, burying the
leaders of the pursuit beyond rescue.
Only a instant later the motor car
Jolted to a halt and Alan pulled him
self together to find that Rose and
Bareus were standing beside the door
and jabberitg joyful greetings, mixed
with more or less Incoherent explana
tions of the manner in which they had
come to seek shelter for the night in
the prospector's shack and, roused
by the noise of firing and recogniinag
Alan in the ear by the aid of spy
glasses, had with the prospector's aid
hit upon this scheme of shooting a
landslide la between the pursuit aa
its devoted quarry.
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