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310 THE GIRL FROM HONG-KONG. of those who seek the mines, still more than half a day’s journey away. Terry has wren nged the interior of the coach so that’ he and Doris*may be fairly comfortable during the night. Of course they will have to sit up, but there are worse cots than an easy seat. As for the others, a blanket apiece is all they need, besides the soft side of a rock. Weary nature will do the rest, for such travelers never need an opiate. As the darkness strengthens, the gray curtain that has enshrouded them seems to lift somewhat, seeing which the Mexican driver moves around from point to point, taking observations. Terry is seated in the vehicle talking in low tones of the past, while he fondly holds his beloved wife in the shelter of his left arm, when the “carajo” of the guide just outside gives warning of his approach. Would the senor kindly step out and take a survey of the valley just below—he has discovered what may prove to be the gleam of a campfire, though ¢he fog baffles his accuracy. Of course Terry complies, not forgetting to carry along his field-glasses. - The mist is frjendly—it has begun to roll away before the rising night wind, and when the two men reach that point from which Carajo first discovered the light, there is nothing to hinder a clear view. Even the veriest tyro could see that it is a campfire now. Tlie distance may be’a mile, perhaps less, but space is rendered very deceptive when one of these mountain mists sweep down over the lofty peaks. The fire is on a lower level than that where our little party halts for the night, and Terry can plainly see what appear to be the walls of a canyon towering above the Spo Clapping the glass to his eye, he is both surprised and: delighted to discover what an improvement it is ove! the naked eye. The figures that erstwhile appeared small and indis- tinct are now readily distinguished. comicbooks.com