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Jack Keith, a Virginian, now a bor der plainsman, la riding siting the Santa Fa trail on the lookout for roaming war aartlea of aavagea. He notices a camp Bre at a distance and then sees a team attached tea wagon and at full gallop pursued by men on ponies. When Keith raaches the wagon the raiders have mass acred two men and departed. He searches the victims finding papers and a locket with a woman's portrait. He resolves to Bunt down the murderers. CHAPTER 111 (Continued.) The trail, continually skirting the £ high bluff and bearing farther away from the river, turned aharply into a Barrow ravine. There was a consid erable break 1b the rocky barrier bsre, leading back for perhaps a hun dred yards, and the plainsman turned his horse that way, dismounting when out of sight among the boulders. He could rest here until night with little danger of discovery. He lay down on the rocks, pillowing his head on the gaddle, but bis brain was too active to permit sleeping Finally he drew the letters from out his pocket, and Began examining them. T£ey yield ed very little information, those tak en from the older man having no en velopes to show to whom they had been addressed. The single document found in the pocket of the other was a memorandum of account at the Pioneer Store at Topeka, charged to John Sibley, and marked paid. This then must have been the younger man's name, as the letters to the oth er began occasionally "Dear Will.” They were missives such as a wife might write to a husband long ab sent, yet upon a mission of deep in terest to both. Keith could not fully determine what this mission might be. ag the persons evidently understood each other so thoroughly that mere allusion took the place of detail. Twice the name Phyllis was mention ed, and once a “Fred" was also re ferred to, but in neither instance clearly enough to reveal the relation ship. although the latter appeared to be pleaded for. Certain references caused the belief that these letters had been mailed from some small Mis- town, but no name was men •bned They were invariably signed “Mary.” The only other paper Keith discovered was a brief itinerary of the Santa Fe trail extending as far west as the Raton Mountains, giving the usual camping spots and places where water w’as accessible. He slipped the papers back into bis pocket with a distinct feeling of disappointment, and lay back staring up at the little strip of blue sky. The silence was profound, even his horse standing mo tionless, and finally he fell asleep. The sun had disappeared, and even the gray of twilight was fading out of the sky, when Keith returned again to consciousness, aroused by his horse rolling on the soft turf. He awoke thoroughly refreshed. and eager to get away on his long night’s ride. A cold lunch, hastily eaten, for a fire would have been dangerous, and he saddled up and was off, trot ting out of the narrow* ravine and into the broad trail, which could be fol lowed without difficulty under the dull gleam of the stars. Horse and rider were soon at their best, the animal swinging unurged into the long, easy lope of prairie travel, the fresh air fanning the man's face as he leaned forward. Once they halted to drink from a narrow stream, and then push ed on. hour after hour, through the deserted night. Keith had little fear of Indian raiders in that darkness, and every stride of his horse brought closer to the settlements and iwther removed from danger. Yet \ and ears were alert to every \»h™ow and sound. Once, it must \sve been after midnight, he drew his j.'ky sharply back into a rock shadow at "the noise of something approach ing from the east. The stage to Santa Fe rattled past, the four mules trot ting swiftly, a squad of troopers rid ing hard behind. It was merely a lumping shadow sweeping swiftly past; he could perceive the dim out lines of driver and guard, the soldiers swaying in their saddles, heard the pounding of hoofs, the creak of axles, and then the apparition disappeared Into the black void. He had not call ad out —what was the use? Those peo ple would never pause to hunt down prairie outlaws, and their guard was sufficient to prevent attack. They ac knowledged but one duty—to get the mall through on time. The dust of their passing still in the air, Keith rode on, the noise dying away in his rear. As the hours pass ad, his horse wearied and had to be ■purred into the swifter stride, but the man seemed tireless. The sun was an hour high when they climbed the long hill, and loped into Carson City. The cantonment was to the right, but Keith, having no report to make, rode lirectly ahead down the one long Itreet to a livery corral, leaving his korse there, and sought the nearest Yestaurant. Exhausted by a night of high play ind deep drinking, the border town was sleeping off its debauch, saloons and gambling dens silent, the streets almost deserted. To Keith, whose for- with the place had (Copyright. A. C. McClur* A Co.. 1M&) “Are You Goin’ to Raise a Row, or Come Along Quietly?* been entirely after nightfall, the view’ of it now was almost a shock —the miserable shacks, the gaudy * saloon fronts, the littered streets, the dingy, unpainted hotel, the dirty flap of can vas, the unoccupied road, the dull prairie sweeping away to the horizon, all composed a hideous picture be neath the sun glare. He could scarce ly find a man to attend his horse, and at the restaurant a drowsy Chinaman had to be shaken awake, and fright ened into serving him. He sat down to the miserable meal oppressed with disgust—never before had his life seemed so mean, useless, utterly with out excuse. He possessed the appetite of the open, of the normal man in perfect physical health, and he ate heartily, his eyes wandering out of the open window down the long, dismal street. A drunken man lay in front of the "Red Light" saloon sleeping undis turbed; two cur dogs were snarling at each other Just beyond over a bone; a movers’ wagon was slowly coming in across the open through a cloud of yellow dust. That was all within the radius of vision. For the first time in years the East called him—the old life of cleanliness and respectability. He swore to himself as he tossed the Chinaman pay for his breakfast, and strode out onto the steps. Two men were coming up the street together from the opposite direction —one lean, dark-skinned, with black goatee, the other heavily set with closely trim med gray beard. Keith knew the lat ter, and waited, leaning against the door, one hand on his hip. "Hullo, Bob,” be said genially; "they must have routed you out pret ty early today.” "They shore did. Jack," was the re sponse. He came up the steps some what heavily, his companion stopping below’. "The boys raise hell all night, an’ then come ter me ter straighten it out in the mawnin’. When did ye git in?” "An hour ago; had to wake the ‘chink’ up to get any chuck. Town looks dead.” “Taln’t over lively at this time o’ day,’’ permitting his blue eyes to wan der up the silent street, but instantly bringing them back to Keith’s face, "but I reckon it’ll wake up later on.” He stood squarely on both feet, and one hand rested on the butt of a re volver. Keith noticed this, wonder ing vaguely. “I reckon yer know. Jack, as how I ginerally git what I goes after,” said the slow, drawling voice, "an’ that I draw ’bout as quick as any o’ the boys. They tell me yo’re a gun-fight er, but it won’t do ye no good ter make a play yere. fer one o’ us is sure to git yer—do yer aabe?" "Get me?” Keith's voice and face expressed astonishment, but not a muscle of his body moved. "What do you mean. Bob —are you fellows after me?” "Sure thing: got the warrant here." and he tapped the breast of his shirt with his left hand. The color mounted into the cbeaks KEITH OF THE BORDER ATLE OF THE PLAINS By Randall Parrish h “'AoTHOROr‘MY Lady Or THt South*! *Whch WiLDCRNcaa Wa& Kimg.* Ctc.Ctc J of the other, his lips grew’ set and white, and his gray eyes darkened. “Let it all out. Marshal.” he said sternly, "you’ve got me roped and tied. Now what's the charge?” Neither man moved, but the one be low swung about so as to face them, one hand thrust out of sight beneath the tail of his long cont. "Make him throw up his hands, Bob.” he said sharply. "Oh, 1 reckon thar ain’t goin’ ter be no trouble.” returned the marshal genially, yet with no relaxation of at tention. "Keith knows me, an’ ex pects a fair deal. Still, maybe I bet ter ask 3’er to unhitch yer belt. Jack.” A moment Keith seemed to hesitate, plainly puzzled by the situation and endeavoring to see some way of es cape; then his lips smiled, and he silently unhooked the belt, handing it ever. "Sure, I know you're square. Hicks," he said, coolly. "And now I've unlim bered, kindly inform me what this is all about.” “I reckon 3’er don’t know.” "No more than an unborn babe. I have been here but an hour.” "That’s it: if yer had been longer thar wouldn’t be no trouble. Yo’re wanted for killin’ a couple o’ men out at Cimmaron Crossin’ early yesterday mornln’.” Keith stared at him too completely astounded for the Instant to even speak. Then he gasped. “For God’s sake. Hicks, do you be lieve that?” “I’m damned if I know," returned the marshal, doubtfully. "Don’t seem like ye’d do it, but the evidence is straight ’nough, an’ thar ain't nothin’ fer me ter do but take ye in. I ain’t no Jedge an’ Jury.” “No, but you ought to have ordinary sense, an’ you've known me for three years.” "Sure I have. Jack, but if yee’ve gone wrong, you won’t be the first good man I've seen do it. Anyhow, the evidence is dead agin you, an’ I’d ar rest my own grand-dad if they give me a warrant agin him.” "What evidence is there?” “Five men swear they saw ye haul in’ the bodies about, and lootin’ the pockets.” Then Keith understood, his heart beating rapidl>\ his teeth clenched to keep back an outburst of passion. So that was their game, was it?—some act of his had awakened the cowardly suspicions of those watching him across the river. They were afraid that he knew’ them as white men And they had found away to safely muzzle him. They must have ridden hard over those sand dunes to have reached Carson City and sworn out this warrant. It was a good trick, likely enough to hang him. if the fel lows only stuck to their story. All this flashed through his brain, yet somehow he could not clenrl>- compre hend the full meaning, his mind con fused and dazed by this sudden real ization of danger. His eyes wandered from the steady gaze of the marshal, who had half drawn his gun fearing resistance, to the man at the bottom of the steps. Suddenly it dawned upon him where he had seen that dark-skinned face, with the black goa tee, before —at the faro table of tha "Red Light." He gripped his hands together, instantly connecting that sneering, sinister face with the plot. "Who swore out that warrant?" *‘l did. If you need to know,” a sar castic smile revealing a gleam of white teeth, "on the affidavit of others, friends of mine." "Who are you?" "I’m mostly called ‘Black Bart.' ’* That wan it; he had the name now —“Black Bart.” He straightened up so quickly, his eyes blazing, that the marshal jerked hlB gun clear. “See here. Jack,” shortly, “are yer goin’ to raise a row, or come along quiet?” As though the words had aroused him from a bad dream. Keith turned to front the stern, bearded face. “There’ll be no row, Bob,” he said, quietly. “I’ll go with you.” (TO RE CONTINUED.) JEW IN PLACE OF POWER As Governor of Egypt, Sir Matthew Nathan Would Occupy Position Once Held by Joseph. Should Sir Matthew Nathan, for mer governor of Natal, be appointed to succeed Sid Eldon Gorst as gov ernor of Egypt, history will have taken one of those curious turns that set agog the discerners of signs and omens, for this appointment that is pending would place In supreme ad ministrative control of Egypt the sec ond Jew in four thousand years. Sir Matthew NathHn would be the successor to Joseph of his raco in the administration of a country that in the time of Pharoali, who befriend ed Joseph, was the granary of the world, and in these later days is be coming one of the most significant countries of modern times Those who con the sacred scrip tures for cues for the turns history may make will seize upon this inci dent as fulfilling one or another pre diction or fancied prediction of th# past, and much may be built upon it In fact, it will be but a coincidence but one of unusual Interest, however The practical import will be that Sir Matthew Nathan Is reckoned a fln« administrator and worthy of al honor. An Incentive. “Now, my boy,” said the head of th< firm, "if you will attend strictly tc your duties 1 will do something fin* for you. 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