Part 7 (1/2)

Neither were to be seen, now. Probably Nix had rejoined the train, and it was out of eye-shot behind a swell in the plains.

”Were you looking for some one?” Alice asked, looking into her rescuer's face.

”Yes, I was with a train when I first heard your cries; I left the boys, and came to investigate. I guess they have gone on without me.”

”How mean of them! Will we have to make the journey to the Hills alone?”

”Yes, unless we should providentially fall in with a train or be overtaken by a stage.”

”Are you not afraid?”

”My cognomen is Fearless Frank, lady; you can draw conclusions from that.”

He went and caught the horse, arranged a blanket in the saddle so that she could ride side-fas.h.i.+on, and a.s.sisted her to mount.

The sun was touching the lips of the horizon with a golden kiss; more time than Frank had supposed' had elapsed since he left the train.

Far off toward the east shadows were hugging close behind the last lingering rays of sunlight; a couple of coyotes were sneaking into view a few rods away; birds were winging homeward; a perfume-laden breeze swept down from the Black Hills, and fanned the pink cheeks of Alice Terry into a vivid glow.

”We cannot go far,” said Frank, thoughtfully, ”before darkness will overtake us. Perhaps we had better remain in the ca.n.a.l, here, where there is both gra.s.s and water. In the morning we will take a fresh start.”

The plan was adopted; they camped in the break, or ”ca.n.a.l,” near where Alice had been tortured.

Out of his saddle-bags Frank brought forth crackers, biscuit and dried venison; these, with clear sparkling water from the spring in the chaparral, made a meal good enough for anybody.

The night was warm; no fire was needed.

A blanket spread on the gra.s.s served as a resting-place for Alice; the strange youth in scarlet lay with his head resting against the side of his horse. The least movement of the animal, he said, would arouse him; he was keen of scent and quick to detect danger--meaning the horse.

The night pa.s.sed away without incident; as early as four o'clock--when it is daylight on the plains--Fearless Frank was astir.

Be found the rivulet flowing from the spring to abound with trout, and caught and dressed the morning meal.

Alice was awake by the time breakfast was ready. She bathed her face and hands in the stream, combed her long auburn hair through her fingers, and looked sweeter than on the previous night--at least, so thought Fearless Frank.

”The day promises to be delightful, does it not?” she remarked, as she seated herself to partake of the repast.

”Exactly. Autumn months are ever enjoyable in the West.”

The meal dispatched, no delay was made in leaving the place.

Fearless Frank strode along beside his horse and its fair rider, chatting pleasantly, and at the same time making a close observation of his surroundings. He knew he was in parts frequented by both red and white savages, and it would do no harm to keep on one's guard.

They traveled all day and reached Sage creek at sunset.

Here they remained over night, taking an early start on the succeeding morning.

That day they made good progress, in consequence of Frank's purchase of a horse at Sage creek from some friendly Crow Indians, and darkness overtook them at the mouth of Red Canyon, where they went into camp.

By steady pus.h.i.+ng they reached Rapid creek the next night, for no halt was made at Custer City, and for the first time since leaving the torture-ground, camped with a miner's family. As yet no cabins or shanties had been erected here, canvas tents serving in the stead; to-day there are between fifty and a hundred wooden structures.