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—_ over the medicine-woman. = < a “But when they pulled her out, all of eS 2 = = them wearing masks, she got the jolt the - army surgeon said she might get some time. _ Started her brain to circulating something _ handsome-like.” “But tell me all about it. prisoner. She’s met Keene up here. must know if he’s the gang’s leader. _ Why don’t you talk?” “Softly. Her name is Isobel Deland. When you talk with her don’t speak of her past life unless she begins it. There’s some mighty sore and disagreeable spots in it. Let her take the lead. As to knowing any- _ thing about the gang, she was kept hived up in that shack. She didn’t see the leader ex- She was their She Lord! cept when he was masked. The cuss seems to have a knack of being with the gang and then disappearing.” - “Pll be very careful. My, but it’s good to know she’s got her senses back! Ill ’fess up, Uncle Dick, that young woman knocked me all in a heap. But before she could re- member, it was like sprucing up to a child.”’ “Go slow,” warned Uncle Dick. ‘Don’t - bother her with any foolishness. Time enough for that after she gets used to having her brains back in working order. Isha’n’t see you again, as I start right away. Don’t get too brash and try to follow me before you're fit.” RETURNING to the cook-house, he found Yellow Bear waiting to be ee fed, and informed: “My medicine tells me I must ride south instead of north.- I don’t know how long I - shall be gone. While Iam away I want my Arapaho brothers to stay here and watch They shall be well paid.”’ “There is no pay between friends,” said Yellow Bear. ‘No harm shall come to the medicine-woman.”’ “She was stolen from me once,” reminded Uncle Dick. “She shall not be stolen again.”’ “T go to find the leader of the men we fought in the cajion.”’ “Cut-Hand’s medicine is very strong. He will count a coup.” The mountaineer overhauled his weapons and ordered a boy to bring a fresh horse from the corral. mount, he was joined by the Quail, who oe the —- word— While waiting for his — “Awake, eh?” cried Uncle Dick. — Without a word the Quail turned and shuffled back into the station. Uncle Dick | followed her and she opened the door to the girl’s room. Miss Isobel was seated at the open win- dow, a blanket wrapped about her. She stretched out a hand in welcome and mo- tioned him to be seated beside her. He anxiously inquired— “How’s your head now, Miss Isobel?”’ “Tmallright. The Quail has tried to tell me about Mr. Peace. How badly is he hurt?” “One arm mussed up a trifle. Didn’t touch the bone. He’ll be on his feet in a day or so. Funny thing, but he’s been worrying about you.’ She colored warmly and evaded. ‘“‘And Mr. Keene? He could make me laugh even when I was so worried. He made the Quail angry one day because he talked just like her. It wasn’t nice and I told him so, but it was funny.” *‘Natural-born mimic,” muttered Uncle Dick. ‘Used to take off a_half-breed trader, Baptiste, I’m told.” “You say he isn’t here?” “Thaven’t but Iwill. Hasn’t been round since you——”’ ; “Were stolen,’ she completed as he halted in confusion. ‘‘Don’t be afraid of my nerves. They jangled and hurt only when I couldn’t remember things. That was because I was afraid of myself, not of anything else.”’ ; “Well, Keene has gone. He’s gone for good, ’'m sure. When I come back I may know more about him. Until we do know more about him, however, it’s best not to think of him too much, ” Uncle Dick warned, feeling very awkward at the task. “Very little seems to be known about any one out in this country,” she soberly re- marked. ‘‘Even I came here without any — memory or history. I was interested in him the same as I was in Mr. Peace, because the Quail said he went out to help find me.” “So he did. So he did,” confusedly mum- bled Uncle Dick. ‘“‘He’sa curious cuss, beg- ging your pardon.” “‘He seemed to be several kinds of men in one man,” she murmured. Then with a little laugh: “And I couldn’t quite tell which was the real man. Sometimes he seemed downright simple. Then again—— | “Then he eee to. be mes cute ses 3