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they passed the Davis home Snowball
slackened his pace and Una seemed
always waiting for him, and came out
totcaress 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.
I never did it before, but Snowball
would be a kitten in your gentle
hands. I "would feel proud and hon
ored if you used him."
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 regar"d
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 fresh color and brHbancy 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
'ing the picture of grace and beauty
dashing along the ravine, patch or
scudding like 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 to him. 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.
On the opposite side of the river a
hbrse and rider had come Into view.
At some unusual sight the "horse had
suddenly reared, threw its rider and,
dashing-up to the very edge of the
hank 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. An1'
answering call, glad, riotous, deliri-
ous rang out front Snowball. He hadw
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 (han 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
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. Theh, white asf
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 fill of tears.
"You you saved me," she falter
ed; "but, oh, Snowball!"
Bruce did not speak. It seemed as