Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 25, 1924 — page 119: what you’re looking at

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By MAX BRAND Author of ‘‘ The Night Horseman,’’ “‘ Dan Barry’s Daughter,’’ etc. CHAPTER XXV. AMBUSH. HEY found Cecily sitting erect in the carriage, perfectly still, with only the tightness with which her fingers were interlaced to tell of the terror that she was in; for perhaps to her that sound of shooting had meant murder. The pattern- ing of the shadows of the branches fell softly over her, and Clovelly eyed her beauty with a sort of sad disinterest. If she were his, unstained, what a prize she would be to keep against all the world, to serve like a queen, until she made for him a heaven upon earth. But since she was as she was, she was no more than the dirt upon which tall White Harry strode. The carriage started on again. It was drawn by two grays, and they scampered along at a round rate with the carriage swaying and rocking and groaning. Then Clovelly rode past the coach and took the lead as they swung down a hill and pointed for a road in a hollow which was heavily covered with a row of trees on either side. ‘There may be as many men in that gulley,” called Clovelly to the driver, “ as there are teeth in a wolf’s mouth; but look where the road forks. I am going to ride straight ahead; if a fire breaks out at me, I shall try to ride the gantlet, but do you swing aside to the other road and I shall try to join you, if I escape, by riding across country.” Dunbar waved his hand. He made a queer, squatty figure of a man on the driv- er’s seat, his booted feet braced far apart, his narrow head sunk deep between his shoulders, and his great hands fixed upon This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for September 27. 109 CoOnmmiclboool< (C@