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Roche had lost his revolvers when he tumbled down, but he still hold his knife. Jerking it from the sheath, he prepared to make a rush at the boy, who stood covering him with a revolver. Just then several shots rang out from inside the cave, following by yells of triumph. Arietta now slid down by means of the lariat Jim had hold of. Then Jim dropped the distance himself.
The cry seemed to be an arietta, for through all these four maddening days she had voiced it, now low and deadly with hate, now full-toned in burning anger, now broken by sobs of despair. "Will you never come, so that I may tell you how base and vile you are?" she further addressed the east. She had waited for his appearance on Sunday.
She had almost reached the passage that led out to the pass when one of the outlaws saw her and raised the alarm. As the outlaw's warning cry sounded through the cave Arietta gave a shout of defiance and darted into the passage. Like Wild, she had seen the curtain lifted when she was carried into the cave, and she knew that curtain was not far away.
Arietta uttered a scream as she was hurried into the mouth of the hidden cave, but a hand was quickly placed over her mouth, and that ended any further chance to let Charlie and the rest know where they were being carried. Wild's weapons were taken from him while he was being dragged into the cave, and it was a very rough handling that he received.
"I reckon yer couldn't catch up to ther galoot, eh, Wild?" remarked Cheyenne Charlie. "Oh, I caught up with him, all right," was the reply. "Things worked just the way I wanted them to." "Is that so? Good enough!" "Yes. I caught up to Cap Roche, and I was just in time to see him disappear." "Disappear?" echoed Arietta. "Then he fooled you, after all?" "Oh, no.
Anna and Eloise watched them until they disappeared, and they continued to look where they had last seen them. If they had only looked the other way they might have saved themselves a lot of trouble. Or if Hop had kept a watch, as Arietta told him to, things would surely have turned out differently.
The two girls of the party were Arietta Murdock, the charming sweetheart of our hero, and Eloise Gardner, Jim Dart's sweetheart; the young woman was the wife of Cheyenne Charlie, and her name was Anna.
It was easier to get down than it was to come up, and once there he started boldly for Jim and the girls. He was within twenty feet of them when Arietta turned and saw him. "Here is Hop!" she exclaimed in a low voice. "Maybe he can help us out." Jim brightened when he saw the clever Chinaman, for he knew very well that Hop had been of great value to them in such cases.
The "Humoresque" is a bit of titanic merriment; the "Mazurka" is most deftly built and is full of dance-fire; the "Arietta" is highly original, and the "Capricietto" shows such ingenious management of triplets, and has altogether such a crisp, brisk flavor, that it reminds one of Lamb's rhapsody on roast pig, where he exclaims, "I tasted crackling!"
But his action checked the others from coming out, and the curtain went down in a jiffy. Arietta's action in lifting it had caused the log to fall and pull it up to its full height. "That's putty good, I reckon," said Charlie, smiling grimly. "Is Wild all right, Arietta?" "He is safe for the present, I think," was the girl's reply. "They are waiting for the captain to come.
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