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BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. 183 tones. “‘I don’t know what to make of it; for Iam morally certain that they were kept here as prison- ers, yet there are no direct proofs that they were here at all. Now, if they were here, how did they getaway? They certainly did not accompany the bandits; therefore they must have escaped.”’ ‘“What’s to be done, then?’’ ‘‘T shall appoint five men to escort Miss Irene to police headquarters; the remainder I shall send home with the exception of yourself. You and I will follow the gang, simply to locate their direction and the possible object they may have in view.”’ Calling the men together, he detailed five of the most trustworthy to conduct Irene with the utmost caution to the place indicated, and then dismissed ~ the others. In ten minutes the old house was silent. With the aid of a dark lantern the couple picked their way along, having nothing to guide their course but the footprints of the horses. Suddenly Belton’s sharp eyes descried an object lying to one side of the trail, and in an instant he was by its side. A man, whose face was bespattered with blood. his hands fastened in the clasp of a pair of hand- cuffs, lay almost face downward. back. “Theo Howard, as I live!’’ “Sure?” asked Bill, doubtingly. ‘Sure. He is the very picture of the man who has been pointed out tome as Theo Howard. Let us see if he is still alive.” Water was brought and dashed in the young man’s face, and in a few minutes his consciousness returned. . Meanwhile, Belton, with a few well directed blows, | removed his shackles, and when he arose to his feet, he was at last a free man. | “Myra!” he cried, wildly. ‘“‘Where is Myra?” ‘Where was she?’ asked Belton, hurriedly. “She was with me until those outlaws rode by and. As the light fell upon him, the detective started Gomicbooks (E(@)