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Twenty-four hours later Rex Krane left his bride, and he and Bill Banney and Beverly and I, under command of Jondo, started on our long trip overland to Santa . And two of us carried some memories we hoped to lose when new scenes and certain perils should surround us. And you all know security Is mortal's chiefest enemy. In St.

You and Jondo and Clarenden and Krane will join the little squad of cavalry you left up in the mountains, and turn the Apache back, and all of us must start at once, or we may be too late. May heaven bless our hands and make them strong." We bowed in reverence for a moment. When we hurried from the dim church into the warm October sunlight, Aunty Boone sat on the door-step beside my horse.

A fleeting childish memory called up such a face and dress somewhere back in the dim days of babyhood, with the haunting sound of a low, musical voice, speaking in the soft Castilian tongue. But the memory vanished and I sat a long time gazing at the wooded west that hid the open West of my day-dreams. Suddenly Jondo came riding up on his big black horse to the very edge of the bluff.

Uncle Esmond shook his head as he replied: "I can't believe it. They may not be safe with us, but we know they would not have been safe without us." Just then Beverly and Mat came racing up from the creek bank. "Let us stay up awhile," Mat pleaded. "Maybe we'll be less trouble some of these days if we hear you talk about what's coming." "They are right, Jondo.

The treachery of the Kiowas had been cleverly executed. Word of their friendliness had come to us through the Mexican caravan which could have no object in deceiving us, since it was on its way to Kansas City to do business with the Clarenden house there. And Jondo had sent a spy by night into the Kiowa camp as if they were not to be trusted.

There was no need for the question as Jondo well knew, but his face was bright with courage and hope, and a thankfulness he could not express shone in his eyes as he looked at us, big, stalwart, eager and unafraid. Mark where she stands! Around her form I draw The awful circle of our solemn church!

Jondo's voice trailed off into silence and I knew what his hurt was that he was the man whom Mary Marchland had loved, from whom Fred Ramer, by his cruel machinations, had separated her "and although they loved each other always, they never saw each other again." Poor Jondo!

We sat down on a low seat inside of the doorway, and Father Josef passed up the aisle to the altar, leaving us there alone. "Eloise, Marcos Ramero is your friend, and I beg your pardon for speaking of him as I did." I resented with all my soul the thought of this girl caring for the son of the man who in some infamous way had wronged Jondo, but I had no right to be rude about him.

Ahead of them the trail grew clearer until they saw the object of their chase, a band nearly a hundred strong, riding slowly, far ahead. Jondo and Bill halted and dropped to the ground. No cover was in sight, but if the Indians were unsuspicious they might not be discovered. On went the outlaw band, and the two white men followed after. Suddenly the Indians halted and grouped themselves together.

Father Josef and Esmond Clarenden thought it would be well for me to come up to Kansas and look at green prairies instead of red mesas for a while; to rest my eyes, and get my strength again which I have never lost," Eloise said, with a smile. "And Jondo says "