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Ho! pards, to the rescue of pretty Bessie Benton,” and the Kid Glove Sport waved his hat around his head, and a hundred voices shouted a glad response to follow him, CHAPTER XIV. AN IMPORTANT ARRIVAL. THE excitement of the Rocky Glen settlers at the story of the stock-tender was _ in- tense for a, few moments, for Bessie Benton was well known there, and her bright eyes had pierced.many a brave heart with love arrows, and one and all were most anxious to aid in | ber capture, for, if she bad not fallen into the | hands of the bandits, what had befallen her? Forgetting his angry words with Trumps, the Kid Glove Sport asked that big-hearted miner to aid him in forming a search party, and within half an bour’s time fifty men had assembléd before the Riders’ Rest, all of them mounted and well armed, and at their head was Gambler Grey, Trumps, and Daniel Ben- ton, who, in spite of his long run on foot, and his sufferings, insisted upon going, and had been furnished with one of the Pony Express horses by Judge Hunter. Jush as they were about to start, a young and handsome Lieutenant of Cavalry rode up, and said politely: ‘Gentlemen, Colonel Hewlett has learned of your proposed expedition, and has ordered me to take thirty men and accompany you, and L would advise that half of my cavalrymen go _ with your leader, and half of your party with me,” The Kid Glove Sport frowned a little. at this proposition; but seemingly thinking it best not to act against the military, he replied: “I command this party, sir, and will accede to the colonel’s wishes, though I do not think such a large force necessary, as the bandits | eamnot possibly number over thirty men,” ‘You know best, sir, as I am a stranger here; but I have heard that the outlaw organi- gation is a large one, and is commanded by a boy who is a remarkable leader; here come _ my men, and the sergeant and fifteen men can ‘Acoompany you, and you can assign me those ough it was evident that he did not like the gambler, for his manner and look said as much, The parties were then divided, Trumps’ and _ twenty-five miners being assigned to the com- mand of the young and dashing lieutenant, and the two squadrons were about to start on their Separate trails of search, when the clatter of ‘hoofs resounded in the timber that covered a ou think best,” said the lieutenant politely, - distant hill and the next instant there swept | into view a horseman coming at full speed. - B latoctendest? cried Dan aiel Benton, and all. eyes were upon him as ame flying along the trail, and the next fant fora bl betone the tavern re tee : eka See 4 ‘e ne } 4 Dn ak Ks v) Ly ; ast eins t to tell you all of the outrages the bandits | ““Howly Moses! is it a wake yez is afther | 7 7 > , t 7° (a BAT YS» Oth Little Grit. ‘ie Wild Rider. * > ° 7 ~ hak . >} oe . ? \/ pfcels ~ al . ted ay | eens d 7 Ay 57, + —. oe * Tete Boge iat i >} < Pe “sae ay o4 os PERSIA \ + 4 going to?” he cried, gazing around him. ‘* Yes, Barney, if you will find us the corpse Hewlett, the | andthe whisky,” answered the Kid Glove Sport. ‘*Faith and I will find yez the’ corpus, but _divil a bit 0’ poteen do yez get out o’ me, for them, and then started to ride Jockey Jack’s | me throat is falin’ now asthougk I’d swallowed | | ie | | delay’ 0 Jockey f - . if eT " } RP’ MY ny ; As. + ; *. 5 . ' ran ~ we “4 i a Eee ~ a cat an’ drug him out by ther tail, an’ it's a wee drop I nade before I can say a worrud.” ‘‘And what have you to say, Barney?” asked Judge Hunter, coming forward with a bottle and tin cap-in his hand, ‘*Vll be afther sp’akin’ ina minute, joodge; ah! blissid drap o’ the critter, thet refrishes me in’ards, now I| kin find the tongue o’ me.” ** Well, speak quick, for there are stirring rumors abroad, and the men are anxious to s'art on the trail of the bandits; said the judge. “Stirring rumors! well, I'd be afther sayin’ that same mesilf, fer ther ‘bandits, is preparin’ corpses fer a dozen wakes; yer see, gintlemin, I’m a stock-tinder three stations beyant here, an’ [ was a-wonderin’ last night regardin’ ther Jack, whin up dashed thet | Wild Rider o’ Satin, Little Grit, an’ he shouts, out thet 'd better skip to ther mountains, as ther, bandits was afther coming, an’ I till yez, gintlemin, I did thet same) with my stock, while thet yoong divil a-hossback, jumped on thet Satin o’ ther crib, Litherligs, an’ charged ther bandits. Vil, I says, from ther narrer path av ieee hill, thet he wint right over thim—an’ some wint down, an’ thin he turned Litherligs fer ther hill, an’ says Ito mesilf, says I, ‘ thet boy is afther bein’ gone now, Wild Rider thet . he is.’ “Will, gintlemin, I was a@ liar, fer he wint , along ther cliff pathway, as I seen from ther mountain above, an’ when..Lithebligs wanted ter stop, knowin’ what was afore him, he jist lit upon ther baste with spur an’ yill, an’ over thet cliff he wint!” ‘*Great God| Little Grit dead?’ cried Judge Hunter, while Te nhs of horror and re- gret arose on all sides, “Did! who said the boy was di’d?” asked Barney. “He rode over the 7 acob’s Ladder cliff, you said, ” remarked the Kid Glove Sport, ‘And so did he, but he’s not di'd, nor even hurted,.” ‘*Hoorah! Hoorah! for Little Grit,” yelled Trumps, and’ the cheers were given with a will. “No, gintlemin, the Litherligs struck thé “wather same as ef he bu’st open, an’ they wint under thergither, an’ says I to mesilf, says J, ‘They hes gono to ther divil, now.’ “But it was afther bein’ a lie I will have to ask fergiveness for, a8 they comed up beautiful, ther Wild Rider gived a yill, an’ thin laughed as ef he'd enj’yed the bath, an’? away wint Litherligs along ther trail, having cut off many. a mile by the joomp. ‘Will, gintlemin, I hid ther stock in ther mountains till nixt day, an’ thin comed back ter find my home burnt, an’ I corrals ther horses an’ coomes on here, ter find Mustang Pate di’d at his burnt cabin, an’ ther home 0’ Dan Binton there desarted o’ human an’ crit- ter, ’ceptin’ a few dead corpuses.” é And you have seen no bandits on the way?” asked Gambler Grey. * Not the divil o’ one, ’ceptin’ ther di’d ones,” “And no nothin’ of the Wild Rider?” “Divil a bit o’ that ridin’ imp, savin’ what_I was afther tellin’ yezr bedad! listen to taim huffs!” All listened, and again came the clatter of hoofs coming along the rocky path through the timber, and the next instant a wild yell burst from every throat, hats were waved, and pis- | tols discharged, for into full view ‘came Little Grit,.the Wild ander ¢ | CHAPTER XY. THY DEPARTURES. oT pet given. vent to their wild ‘ection : Farhad veoh, Li tle ea a silence fell upor . , i. v 7 er A os "i ey, i ‘\ : Ae vs . Vy oh “ae, f yikes : WY: Nh i taa e, alr rn ON ~ r Ri "SA irk 1 ’ . ‘ee * 2 ; ri > | oe ‘i: hl b+ ) chy wath 1 Y wold - tw é ? . 1 — —" VK lye all as he came toward them, Prairie Gull reek- ing with foam, the flanks red, and the pant- ing nostrils showing how hard had been the race. ‘‘ How in thunder was he afther gittin’ thet hoss o’ his?’ cried Barney; but before reply could be made, Little Grit drew rein in their midst and sprung to the ground at the tavern door, while another ringing cheer greeted him. ‘‘ Welcome back, my boy; Barney has told us of the leap from the cliff, and you are in- deed the Wild Rider of the Border,” eried Judge Hunter, grasping the youth by the hand. Though haggard-looking, dust-covered and evidently greatly fatigued, Little Grit had not lost his nerve, and said, pleasantly: “I thank you, my friends, for the greeting you vive me, andlam glad to see that you are ready for the trail, fer the tenders and stock have been driven from three of the stations, and the bandits are abroad in force, as I sent you word by Bessie Benton last night.” “But my child never came, Little Grit; she has been captured or killed,” said Dan Benten, riding forward and addressing the youth, who exclaimed; ‘‘She did not reach Rocky Glen, yeu say?” 4 No.” ‘Then she has been taken, and it is the duty of all men here to go to her rescue.” * We were about setting forth on that duty when your arrival detained us, boy,” said the Kid Glove Sport, and Trumps spoke up quickly: ‘‘ Don’t call Little Grit boy, Kid Gloves, for he are a man clean through.” * He’s a boy who has too much to-say for one of his years,” retorted the Gambler, “ And one day I'll have something to say to you, Grey,” said Little Grit, with a flash in , his eyes, and turning to the young lheutenant he continued, unnoticing the hum that went around at his words to the Gambler, ‘‘I have ridden Jockey Jack’s circuit, sir, and shall at once start on my own and report what harm, if any, has been done to the north now three Pony Stations are’ without stock, but I went to the hills, where Barney’s horses are dnd got Prairie Gull, or I could not have made the run as [ did,” “Do you mean, Little Grit, that you have made Jockey Jack’s full run there and back?’ asked the judge. ‘Yes, sir, and am on time, though I met with considerable detention,” answered the youth with a quiet smile of triumph. “‘T should think so,” and turning to the officer, the judge continued: “Lieutenant, this young man left here thirty - six hours ago on bis run, ninety miles and back, and when he arrived last night, and Jockey Jack was killed, he made his trip, and is back.on time, and you have heard what he has gone through with,” ‘‘He deserves the greatest credit, and J should advise that he seeks rest now,” respond. — ed Lieutenant Harold Trask, “T must starf out at once, sir, on my run,” — replied Little Grit, modestly. ‘* But you cannot stand it.” ‘* Ah, sir, we pony riders are bardy fellows and can stand a great deal, and I must stand this one, for there is no one to take my place but, boys, let me hear on my return that Bese =~ sieBenton has been rescued and her captors punished.” “ We'd: ‘Trumps, | ‘Ti ensgood-by; come, Firefly, we mist be otf,’ and the stable boy having led his splendid vinek around, string ’em up, Rider,” shouted ‘nd waving bis band, sped away on his | run, while, the cheer that went after him hav-_ Ba ing died away, Judge Hunter said in enthus: | astic tones: “Jf Wild Rider comes back on time to : A cae he wil have ridden monet te je : blk aid # r 4 . ii, Re é “) Neen Lah als Phy as Ugh and changed the saddle from | Vrairie Gull to his back, the ycuth mounted, — z ce ete. oe ‘ et ie meee cose “comicbooks.com