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100 THE GIRL TRAILER. Wallace washed the blood from Jennie Carroll’s head and found that the bullet had grazed her skull, stunning her for ’ the time. A. timely use of spirits brought her back to life, aud as she saw the pale face bending over her she uttered a delirious scream of Joy as the arm of her lover again en- folded her. ‘You have won a noble woman,’ said Wallace Burton. “T hope you love her as she deserves.” The devoted Jook which the surveyor cast upon the pale face on his: breast, was the only answer, and then Wallace spoke again. “Mr. Best, [have a few words to say to you. Miss Tarner tells me that you aided her to escape this night and there has; been blood enough shed. .When we go away in the morning we will leave you here with your friend and give you amonth to get out of the country, never to return until you can say that you are an honest man” “Its mor’n we. deserve,” said Best, sadly. “Jack and I thank you for it. I wouldn’t ’a’ gone ‘away without him.” Next morning the men assisted Gabe Best in the burial of Gaston Foix, and they went to the camp of the Brothers, Jennie had already heard her lover's story, After he had. been shot. down he had been placed. in a canoe by Buck Bracer and Black Wolf and brought to the Cave, where Bracer was made his jailer. The rest was all new to him, and he listened to the story of Jennie’s search for him. - Sle had escaped easily after cutting herself loose from the lasso of the Mexican, and burried to the islaud where the horses were corraled. Selecting one, she rode’ home with- out saddle or bridle, guiding the animal by means of a green withe twisted about his neck, There she found her cousin from Kansas City and jestingly said that if she wore his clothing she could pass herself off as a boy with Maud Tur- ner, and he lent her a bunting-suit which he had bought. How she managed to join the Vigilantes and the dangers which followed we already know. ‘And Ihave won your horse, Mr. Turner, for I bet you that I would kiss Maud the first time I met het: “Phe horse ,is yours,” replied Wallace, laughing. “ You cheated us all.” Cconmicloooks. conn