. Grace Harlowe's overland riders on the great American desert . n at the bottom, and,as he turned her face up to the light, he sawflecks of blood on it. The hound! He hit her! I11 kill him forthat, whoever he may be! Placing a hand over Graces heart, Hi Langfound that she was alive. Thank God for that! Give me the luck tomeet the critter that did this thing, breathedthe desert guide. Hi lifted the unconscious Overland girl in hisarms and began scrambling toward the top ofthe big crevice. Finding that he could notmake it without freeing one hand, he slipped anarm about Graces waist, holding he
. Grace Harlowe's overland riders on the great American desert . n at the bottom, and,as he turned her face up to the light, he sawflecks of blood on it. The hound! He hit her! I11 kill him forthat, whoever he may be! Placing a hand over Graces heart, Hi Langfound that she was alive. Thank God for that! Give me the luck tomeet the critter that did this thing, breathedthe desert guide. Hi lifted the unconscious Overland girl in hisarms and began scrambling toward the top ofthe big crevice. Finding that he could notmake it without freeing one hand, he slipped anarm about Graces waist, holding her with itwhile he used his free hand to assist him inclimbing to the top. He reached it a little outof breath. Without giving a thought now to the perilhe was inviting by showing himself so boldly,Hi stepped out into the open space, raised hisrevolver and fired three shots into the air, thesignal of recall for Lieutenant Wingate. Then,gathering Grace in his arms, he started for thecamp in long strides, raging silently at the ruf-fian who had tried to kill The Guide Struck a 70 GRACE HAKLOWE ON THE Elfreda, who was on watch just outside oftheir camp, heard him coming and challenged. Its Hi. I Ve got Mrs. Gray. Is—is she hurt! questioned Elfreda morecalmly than she felt. Shes been shot, but shes alive. Miss Briggs ran to meet the guide, and, walk-ing along at his side, she placed a finger onGraces pulse and held it there until theyreached the camp. Nora, Anne and Emmapaled as they caught sight of the limp figure inHi Langs arms. Who shot her? asked Elfreda. The critter who tried to kill Ping, I sup-pose. 1 Oh, this is terrible! wailed Emma. Get water, directed Miss Briggs, after theguide had placed her where the light from thefire would shine in her face. Nora fetched water from the spring nearwhich the camp had been pitched, and Elfredabathed the wound that she found on Graceshead. Elfredas hospital training during thewar, in France, had already stood her in goo
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