Thin he does not do until long after Poto has reached tho trail and turnod his team toward Lordsburgh and tho couth, in a long, slashing lope. So they all race on, much closer together now, for this delay has told terribly, and the Apaches are bub a vory short three quarters of a mile away. Aftor a few momenta the Englishman ranges alongside. Then the American for tho first timo speaks, yelling at him in disjointed phrases broken up by the rattling and jolting of the waggon as it flioß along, ' I brought your wifo and child at your wife's requost —the wires said Indiana a hundred miles away—your brother—ordored mo to I' 'My brother? Arthur? HeRK?' The3e aro yells of amazement from Willoughby.
'You, Tom. He brought me to Lords burgh. You don't think those men in the dust behind '11 hurt us?' cries his wife, hystorically, clutching their beautiful liUle girl, who can't understand the troublo, and waves her little hand to her father, and breaks hia heart with tossing kisses as he rides on, dazod and de.sperato, in the dust beside them ; for, from tho moment ho has heard his brother's name, Tom Willoughby has been stupefied.
