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Keno started, perked up his ears toward the place, and went on, stepping gingerly Good Indian's lips drew back, showing his teeth set tightly together "Still at it, eh?" he alloped around the Point

There, for the ti, he was safe Unless the shooter upon the riain a point within range of the grade road before Good Indian would pass out of sight again For the trail wound in and out, looping back upon itself where the hill was oversleep, hidden part of the tiiant sage

Grant knew that he was safe froht to ride up along the top of the bluff before going to Hartley, as he had intended

He had al a steep, narrow, little gully choked with rocks, when so started up so close beside him that Keno ducked away and squatted aler crooked upon the trigger, when a voice he faintly recognized called to him softly: "Yo' no shoot--no shoot-- beside the trail, a gay, plaid shawl about her shoulders in place of the usual blanket, her hair braided sh it Her dress was a plain slip of bright calico, which had four-inch roses, very briery and each with a gaudy butterfly poised upon the tople Beaded htened eyes, with the wistfulness of a timid animal Yet she did not seem to be afraid of Good Indian

"I sorry I scare yo' horse," she said hesitatingly, speaking better English than before "I heap hurry to get here I speak with yo'"

"Well, what is it?" Good Indian's tone was not as brusque as his words; indeed, he spoke very gently, for hi squaw he had seen at the Indian ca suddenly that he had never heard it

"Rachel Peppajee, he lanced up at him shyly, then down to where the pliant toe of hera tiny depression into the dust "Baddirectly at hiain "Him up there, all time here him can look down, mebbyso see you, mebbyso shootum"