Argosy, Volume XXIII — Index Page, 1897 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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584 A CAMPAIGN OF STRATEGY. ‘And what of ws?’’ asked Atwood, who, abounding with chivalrous re gard for the women and full of true courage, was a trifle impatient with his friend, who talked as if they two were wholly eliminated as factors from the problem. | 3 The cowman made no reply, but stepped into the building and quickly ~ came forth with his spyglass in his hand. He nodded to Atwood to follow him to the huge rock not far off. When they clambered upon it, it almost blistered their hands. Still silent, Gannet raised the instrument and gazed off over the miles of hot, yellow sand stretching to the westward. His attention was first directed to the hummocks which had told their startling story to him. ‘They were dimly discernible, and he studied them carefully for several minutes before speaking. ‘“The Apaches are gone,’’ was Gannet’s comment. ‘*But whither ?’’ The cowman shrugged his shoulders. “Probably they’re somewhere among the foothills, not far from this spot’; they left their ponies there while they went out to ambush you.” ‘Their time was brief in which to get out of sight.’’ “They had as much time as you. More than likely you had hardly started, when they scurried for the hills—/ello/”’ Gannet had leveled his instrument again when he uttered this exclama- tion. ‘That which he saw became quickly apparent to Atwood. It was a horseman coming from the westward at full speed, despite the frightful heat and the trying soil. He was riding furiously. ‘Can you recognize him?’’ asked Atwood. Gannet held the glass motionless for several minutes, during which the horseman rapidly approached. He was coming in a straight line for the ranch. “Tet me try it,’? said Atwood, extending his hand for the instrument. Scarcely had he done so when he exclaimed: __ ‘“Tt’s Harvey Kingsford! But what the mischief does he mean by coming here? Weare in no danger ; why doesn’t he go to Bozeman’s ?”’ ‘Tt has a queer look, but we shall soon know.”’ Meanwhile, the young horseman was thundering across the plain, as if there was no such thing as a sun in the brassy sky, and the earth were not palpitating with fervent heat. The two descended to meet him, and a minute later, the pony, covered with lather and foam, stopped abruptly, and the rider leaped from the saddle in such haste that it looked as if he had been flung out by the sudden stoppage. But he was too good a horseman for that. @ ————EEEEEE CHAPTER III.—‘‘ THR APACHES ARE THERE !’’ Harvey Kincsrorp, the young man who dashed up to the foothills in this headlong fashion, was, a couple of months previous, a tenderfoot. It was while making an overland journey to the Pacific coast, that ine lost his heart to Kate Warren, on her way to visit her sister, the wife of Al Bozeman. comicoooks =) (S©)