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Before Helen realized it she was at the foot of the slope, in a narrow canuon-bed, full of rocks and trees, with a soft roar of running water filling her ears Tracks were everywhere, and when she caed off a sandy bar into the water Here he had fought Pedro Signs of that battle were easy to read Helen sahere his huge tracks, still wet, led up the opposite sandy bank

Then down-strearound the horse was great Once he leaped clear across the brook Every plunge, every turn Helen expected to co the bear The canuon narrowed, the streah the trees and rocks Quite unexpectedly she rode pell-ed to a halt, answering the shrill neighs of the other horses

Dale gazed in adain?" he queried, blankly

"No Didn't--you--kill hiot away in the rocks Rough country down here"

Helen slid off her horse and fell with a little panting cry of relief She saw that she was bloody, dirty, disheveled, and wringing ith perspiration Her riding habit was torn into tatters Every , and all her bones seemed broken But it orth all this to lance, to see Bo's utter, incredulous astonishasped Bo

"If--ood--in the woods," panted Helen, "I'd not lost--so ht you--beat you"

"Girl, did you RIDE down this last slope?" queried Dale

"I sure did," replied Helen, set down at that," responded Dale, gravely "No horse should have been ridden down there Why, he must have slid down"

"We slid--yes But I stayed on hi, speechless adravity

"I'o back But all's well that ends well Helen, did you wake up to-day?"

She dropped her eyes, not caring to aze upon her

"Maybe--a little," she replied, and she covered her face with her hands Remembrance of his questions--of his assurance that she did not know the real onis