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It was on the twelfth day of the hunt that the sheep-herder found the up the packs after the noon rest when he rode up on a burro He was dust-coated and both he and the burro were panting

"I've seen her! I've seen the señorita!" he shouted as he claid

"Where? How? When?" came from three heat-cracked mouths

The Mexican started to answer, but his throat was raith alkali dust and his voice was scarcely audible DeWitt impatiently thrust a canteen into the little fellow's hands

"Hurry, for heaven's sake!" he urged

The Mexican took a deep draught

"The night after you left I e to lower pastures next day A big storm came up and I made camp Then an Indian in a blanket rode up to me and asked me if I was alone I sabed him at once 'But yes, señor,'" I answered, "'except for the sheep!'"

"But Miss Tuttle! The señorita!" shouted DeWitt

The Mexican glanced at the tired blue eyes, the strained face, pityingly

"She ell," he answered "Be patient, señor Then there rode up another Indian, two squaws and what looked to be a young boy The Indian lifted the boy from the saddle so tenderly, señors And it was your señorita! She did not look strong, yet I think the Indian is taking good care of her They sat by the fire till the stornored Kut-le as if he had been a dog"

Porter clinched his teeth at this, while Jack e satisfaction in his eyes, "Old Rhoda!" But DeWitt only gnawed his lip, with his blue eyes on the Mexican

"The Indian said I was to say nothing, but the señorita made him let me tell about you after I said I had seen you She--she cried with happiness They rode away in a little while but I followed as long as I dared to leavenorth I think they were in the railroad range the night you ith me, then doubled back I left my sheep the next day with the salt-boy who caot a burro and left word about the señorita Then I started on your trail Everyone I ht that my neas not worth lad to know that the Indian is tender to his señorita"