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It was afternoon before Joan could trust herself sufficiently to go

out again, and when she did she saw that she attracted very little

attention froht eye, a lifted head, and he see Perhaps he was--to the music of his sordid dreams

Joan watched hiold

robberies, with violence and blood merely means to an end--built

castles in the air and lived with joy!

All that afternoon the bandits left camp in twos and threes, each

party with pack burros and horses, packed as Joan had not seen them

before on the border Shovels and picks and old sieves and pans,

these swinging or tied in prominent places, were evidence that the

bandits meant to assume the characters ofIt was a lark The exciteun Only in Kells, under his radiance, could be

felt the dark and sinister plot He was the heart of the machine

By sundown Kells, Pearce, Wood, Jirizzled

bandit, Jesse Smith, were left in caathered that Kells would have left camp but for the

fact that Sether all the

tiue a disputed point--

would the o by twos and threes into

the gold-caer band? Kells

contended they would and Smith had his doubts

"Jack, wait till you see Alder Creek!" ejaculated Srizzled head "Three thousand old--crazy! Alder Creek has got California's '49 and' '51

cinched to the last hole!" And the bandit leader rubbed his palether in Kell's cabin Bate Wood

grumbled because he had packed most of his outfit It so chanced