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hat's why I kept my secret。 I'm poor。 It takes money to make way beyond Sterling。 We couldn't ride horses or burros or walk forever。 So while I knew we must go； I was distracted over how to go and what to do。 Now！ We've gold！ Once beyond Sterling； well be safe from rustlers。 We've no others to fear。
〃Oh！ Listen！ Bess！〃 Venters now heard his voice ringing high and sweet； and he felt Bess's cold hands in his crushing grasp as she leaned toward him pale； breathless。 〃This is how much I'd leave you！ You made me live again！ I'll take you awayfar away from this wild country。 You'll begin a new life。 You'll be happy。 You shall see cities； ships； people。 You shall have anything your heart craves。 All the shame and sorrow of your life shall be forgottenas if they had never been。 This is how much I'd leave you here aloneyou sad…eyed girl。 I love you！ Didn't you know it？ How could you fail to know it？ I love you！ I'm free！ I'm a man a man you've madeno more a beggar！。。。Kiss me！ This is how much I'd leave you here aloneyou beautiful； strange； unhappy girl。 But I'll make you happy。 Whatwhat do I care foryour past！ I love you！ I'll take you home to Illinoisto my mother。 Then I'll take you to far places。 I'll make up all you've lost。 Oh； I know you love meknew it before you told me。 And it changed my life。 And you'll go with me； not as my companion as you are here； nor my sister； but； Bess； darling！。。。As my wife！〃
CHAPTER XVII。 WRANGLE'S RACE RUN
The plan eventually decided upon by the lovers was for Venters to go to the village； secure a horse and some kind of a disguise for Bess； or at least less striking apparel than her present garb； and to return post…haste to the valley。 Meanwhile； she would add to their store of gold。 Then they would strike the long and perilous trail to ride out of Utah。 In the event of his inability to fetch back a horse for her； they intended to make the giant sorrel carry double。 The gold； a little food； saddle blankets； and Venters's guns were to compose the light outfit with which they would make the start。
〃I love this beautiful place；〃 said Bess。 〃It's hard to think of leaving it。〃
〃Hard！ Well； I should think so；〃 replied Venters。 〃Maybein years〃 But he did not complete in words his thought that might be possible to return after many years of absence and change。
Once again Bess bade Venters farewell under the shadow of Balancing Rock； and this time it was with whispered hope and tenderness and passionate trust。 Long after he had left her； all down through the outlet to the Pass； the clinging clasp of her arms； the sweetness of her lips； and the sense of a new and exquisite birth of character in her remained hauntingly and thrillingly in his mind。 The girl who had sadly called herself nameless and nothing had been marvelously transformed in the moment of his avowal of love。 It was something to think over； something to warm his heart； but for the present it had absolutely to be forgotten so that all his mind could be addressed to the trip so fraught with danger。
He carried only his rifle； revolver； and a small quantity of bread and meat； and thus lightly burdened； he made swift progress down the slope and out into the valley。 Darkness was coming on； and he welcomed it。 Stars were blinking when he reached his old hiding…place in the split of canyon wall； and by their aid he slipped through the dense thickets to the grassy enclosure。 Wrangle stood in the center of it with his head up； and he appeared black and of gigantic proportions in the dim light。 Venters whistled softly； began a slow approach； and then called。 The horse snorted and； plunging away with dull； heavy sound of hoofs； he disappeared in the gloom。 〃Wilder than ever！〃 muttered Venters。 He followed the sorrel into the narrowing split between the walls； and presently had to desist because he could not see a foot in advance。 As he went back toward the open Wrangle jumped out of an ebony shadow of cliff and like a thunderbolt shot huge and black past him down into the starlit glade。 Deciding that all attempts to catch Wrangle at night would be useless； Venters repaired to the shelving rock where he had hidden saddle and blanket； and there went to sleep。
The first peep of day found him stirring； and as soon as it was light enough to distinguish objects； he took his lasso off his saddle and went out to rope the sorrel。 He espied Wrangle at the lower end of the cove and approached him in a perfectly natural manner。 When he got near enough； Wrangle evidently recognized him； but was too wild to stand。 He ran up the glade and on into the narrow lane between the walls。 This favored Venters's speedy capture of the horse； so； coiling his noose ready to throw； he hurried on。 Wrangle let Venters get to within a hundred feet and then he broke。 But as he plunged by； rapidly getting into his stride； Venters made a perfect throw with the rope。 He had time to brace himself for the shock； nevertheless； Wrangle threw him and dragged him several yards before halting。
〃You wild devil；〃 said Venters； as he slowly pulled Wrangle up。 〃Don't you know me？ Come nowold fellowsoso〃
Wrangle yielded to the lasso and then to Venters's strong hand。 He was as straggly and wild…looking as a horse left to roam free in the sage。 He dropped his long ears and stood readily to be saddled and bridled。 But he was exceedingly sensitive； and quivered at every touch and sound。 Venters led him to the thicket； and； bending the close saplings to let him squeeze through； at length reached the open。 Sharp survey in each direction assured him of the usual lonely nature of the canyon； then he was in the saddle； riding south。
Wrangle's long； swinging canter was a wonderful ground…gainer。 His stride was almost twice that of an ordinary horse； and his endurance was equally remarkable。 Venters pulled him in occasionally； and walked him up the stretches of rising ground and along the soft washes。 Wrangle had never yet shown any indication of distress while Venters rode him。 Nevertheless； there was now reason to save the horse； therefore Venters did not resort to the hurry that had characterized his former trip。 He camped at the last water in the Pass。 What distance that was to Cottonwoods he did not know； he calculated； however； that it was in the neighborhood of fifty miles。
Early in the morning he proceeded on his way； and about the middle of the forenoon reached the constricted gap that marked the southerly end of the Pass； and through which led the trail up to the sage…level。 He spied out Lassiter's tracks in the dust； but no others； and dismounting； he straightened out Wrangle's bridle and began to lead him up the trail。 The short climb； more severe on beast than on man； necessitated a rest on the level above； and during this he scanned the wide purple reaches of slope。
Wrangle whistled his pleasure at the smell of the sage。 Remounting； Venters headed up the white trail with the fragrant wind in his face。 He had proceeded for perhaps a couple of miles when Wrangle stopped with a suddenness that threw Venters heavily against the pommel。
〃What's wrong； old boy？〃 called Venters； looking down for a loose shoe or a snake or a foot lamed by a picked…up stone。 Unrewarded； he raised himself from his scrutiny。 Wrangle stood stiff head high； with his long ears erect。 Thus guided； Venters swiftly gazed ahead to make out a dust…clouded； dark group of horsemen riding down the slope。 If they had seen him； it apparently made no difference in their speed or direction。
〃Wonder who they are！〃 exclaimed Venters。 He was not disposed to run。 His cool mood tightened under grip of excitement as he reflected that； whoever the approaching riders were； they could not be friends。 He slipped out of the saddle and led Wrangle behind the tallest sage…brush。 It might serve to conceal them until the riders were close enough for him to see who they were； after that he would be indifferent to how soon they discovered him。
After looking to his rifle and ascertaining that it was in working order； he watched； and as he watched； slowly the force of a bitter fierceness； long dormant； gathered ready to flame into life。 If those riders were not rustlers he had forgotten how rustlers looked and rode。 O