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was the place of which he was in
His weapon in his hand, Vin
cent leaped forward, scaled the
boulders on the summit, and ap
peared before the door. Upon
the threshold, a rifle in his hands,
stood a young man. His back
was turned and he was attempt
ing to eject a stuck cartridge.
"Hands up L" yelled Vincent.
The man started, stared at him
for an instant, and then, with a
sudden Mash, leaped across the
cabin, gained the rear entrance,
and -was away and running like
a deer. Vincent followed him.
He was certain that this was Jim
Norman, whose appearance had
been particularly impressed upon
him by his superior officer when
he started on his mission.
"Looks like his sister,'! he said.
"You've seen that Norman girl
down at the store? Her image!
Don't go arresting thfc girl in
stead of him," he laughed.
Jim Norman had only recently
returned from parts unknown, to
resume his "moonshining" oper
ationSj which had been broken up
by the authorities two years be
fore. The rest of the gang was
hiding somewhere across the Ten
nessee boundary ; Jim alone had
, ventured back to the cabin on
- Bear mountain.
His revolver in hia hand, the
young officer fojlowea'the fugi
tive. Butj though in the pink of;
condition, he coulcfhcrt lessen the
'distance between himself and the
young mountaineer."" TIis ' hope,;
however, was in his superior stay-
But just where the crest dipped
down intp. the valfey befow the
fugitive fninghimself panting up
on the ground, and, as Vincent
ran forward, held up a hand and
"Stop ! You can't come nearer I"
Vincent did stop, from sheer
surprise. For this voice was a
distinct and clear woman's voice
and, as he looked he saw a strand
of long, silken dark hair floating
freely from below the old slouch
"Miss Lily!" he gasped.
The girl sat up and laughed.
"Yes, I'm -Miss- Lily,? she 'said.
"I reckon it's Jim you're after?'
"Where is Jim?" he demanded
savagelyl standing over hen He
had often seen her in EUmpville,
this dark-haired and blue-eyed
mountain girl, of that 'perfection
of type which flourishes, as in its
native soil; in the Kentucky hills.
The sight of her, flushed with her
race, her eyes alight With tri
umph, set his heart furiously beat
ing, and, mingled with this new
emotipn was one of anger and
shame at having teen outwitted.
"Jim?" she drawled. "Oh, Jim
was in the woodshed when you
came up. Ireckon you won't find
him no wu though. Jim's a swift
runner. I reckon Jim's swifter
than me and you couldn't catch
me," she mocked.
'Then then " he stammered.
"Now, Mr. Vincent," said the
girl, smoothly, "if it hadn't been
for me you'd never have' reached
.Bear mountain. Jim had a bead
on you all along the trail. You've
got me to thank for saving youj: