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mount upward to the crest, the two stood in silhouette against the morning sky

pink with the new sun.

That's him," said Eddie.

Let him go," said Billy Byrne. "He won't never come back and he ain't worth

chasin'. Not while we got Miss Barbara to look after. My horse is down there with

yours. I'm goin' down to get him. Will you come, Shorter? I may need help--I ain't

much with a rope yet."

He started off without waiting for a reply, and all the Americans followed.

Together they circled the horses and drove them back to the corral. When Billy

had saddled and mounted he saw that the others had done likewise.

"We're goin' with you," said one of the men. "Miss Barbara b'longs to us."

Billy nodded and moved off in the direction of the ranchhouse. Here he

dismounted and with Eddie Shorter and Mr. Harding commenced circling the

house in search of some manner of clue to the direction taken by the abductors.

It was not long before they came upon the spot where the Indians' horses had

stood the night before. From there the trail led plainly down toward the river. In a

moment ten Americans were following it, after Mr. Harding had supplied Billy

Byrne with a carbine, another six-shooter, and ammunition.

Through the river and the cut in the barbed-wire fence, then up the face of the

bluff and out across the low mesa beyond the trail led. For a mile it was distinct,

and then disappeared as though the riders had separated.

Well," said Billy, as the others drew around him for consultation, "they'd be goin'

to the hills there. They was Pimans--Esteban's tribe. They got her up there in the

hills somewheres. Let's split up an' search the hills for her. Whoever comes on

'em first'll have to do some shootin' and the rest of us can close in an' help. We

can go in pairs--then if one's killed the other can ride out an' lead the way back to

where it happened."

The men seemed satisfied with the plan and broke up into parties of two. Eddie

Shorter paired off with Billy Byrne.

"Spread out," said the latter to his companions. "Eddie an' I'll ride straight ahead-

-the rest of you can fan out a few miles on either side of us. S'long an' good luck,"

and he started off toward the hills, Eddie Shorter at his side.

Back at the ranch the Mexican vaqueros lounged about, grumbling. With no

foreman there was nothing to do except talk about their troubles. They had not

been paid since the looting of the bank at Cuivaca, for Mr. Harding had been

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