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the cleft. * 86 Adventure gonna drop you. Close yore eyes an’ sit still, an’ you'll never know what’s hap- penin’. Close ’em now while I walk round with you a li'l bit so’s to get the hang of carryin’ you.” She closed her eyes, and he began to walk about, carrying her. At least she thought he was walking about. But when he stopped and she opened her eyes, she discovered that the horse was standing on the other side of At first she did not understand. “How on earth did the horse get over?” she asked in wonder. “He didn’t,” Racey said quietly, setting her down, “‘but we did. I carried you across while you had yore eyes shut. I told yuh you’d never know what was happenin’.”’ She sat down limply on the ground. Racey started back across the stringer to get the horse.“ He hurried too. That posse they had seen in the valley! There was no telling where it was. It might be four miles away, or four hundred yards. “C’mon, feller,” said Racey, picking up the reins of the tired horse. ‘‘An’ for sake pick up yore feet. If you don’t that dynamite is gonna make one awful mess at the bottom of the cafion.’ Dynamite! Mess! There was an idea. Although, in order to spare Molly an extra worry for the time being, he had told her they would push on together it had been his intention to hold the bridge with his rifle while Molly rode alone to the Cross-in-a- box for help. But those six sticks of dyna- mire would simplify the complex situation without difficulty. HE DID not hurry the horse. He eS) merely walked in front, holding the = bridle slackly. The horse followed him as good as gold and picked up his feet at nearly every spike. Once or twice a hind hoof grazed a spike-head with a rasping sound that sent Racey’s heart bouncing up into his throat. Lord, so much depended on.a safe passage! For the first time in his eventful life Racey Dawson realized that he possessed a full and working set of nerves. = When they reached firm ground Racey flung the reins to Molly. “Unpack the dynamite,” he cried. in the slicker.” With his bowie he began furiously to dig under the end of the stringer where it lay embedded in the earth. Within ten min- “Tt’s ' Feverishly he searched his pockets. utes he had a hole large enough and long enough to thrust in the whole of his arm. He made it a little longer and a little wider, and at the end he made an offset. This last that there might be no risk of the charge blowing out through the hole. When the hole was to his liking, he sat ~ back on his haunches and grabbed the dyn- amite-sticks Molly held out to him. With strings cut from his saddle he tied the sticks into a bundle. Then he prepared his fuse and cap. In one of the sticks he made a hole.. In this hole he firmly inserted the copper cap. Above the cap he tied the fuse to the bundle with several lappings of a saddle-string. : “There!” he exclaimed. cap will stay put. of here, Molly. Go along the trail a couple of hundred yardsorso. G’on. Getamove on. I'll be with yuh in a minute. Better leave my rifle.” Molly laid the Winchester on the grass “T guess that _ beside him, mounted the horse and departed 3 reluctantly. She did not like to leave Racey now. She had burned out her “mad.” She rode away, chin on shoulder. The cedars swallowed her up. Racey with careful caution stuffed the dynamite down the hole and into the offset. Then he shoveled in the earth with his hands and tamped it down with a rock. Was that the click of a hoof on stone? Faint and far away another hoof clacked. He reached up to his hat-band for a match. There were no matches in his hat-band. Nota match—not a match anywhere. He whipped out his six-shooter, held the muzzle close to the end of the fuse and fired. He had to fire three times before the fuse began to sparkle and spit. Clearly it came to his ears, the unmis- takable thudding of galloping hoofs on turf. The posse was riding for the bridge full tilt. He picked up his rifle and dodged in among the trees along the trail. Forty yards from the mined stringer he met Molly riding back with a scared face. : ‘What is it?” she cried to him. shots! Oh, what is it?” “Go back! Go back!” he bawled. “I only cut that fuse for three minutes.” “T heard You an’ the hoss get out” Molly wheeled the horse and fled. Racey. . ran to where a windfall lay near the edge of the cleft and some forty yards from the stringer. Behind the windfall he lay down, “GOMIEDOOKS (E@)