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Gregory, Jackson, 1882-1943

"Under Handicap A Novel"

Success, unless she
were there to look into his eyes and see that he had done well, was
nothing.
Unheeding Mrs. Ridley's shrill cries, he swung about and ran back to
the office.
"Tommy," he cried, hoarsely, "her horse is back--without her! She rode
away into the desert yesterday morning. She is out there yet. Billy,
my horse is in the shed. Don't stop to saddle, but ride like the very
devil out to Brayley's camp. Tell him what has happened. Tell him to
rush fifty men on horseback to me. Tell him to see that each man takes
two canteens full of water. And, for Heaven's sake, Billy, hurry!"


CHAPTER XXIII

Billy Jordan, terror springing up into his own eyes, sped through the
door. And Conniston and Garton turned grave faces upon each other.
"Have you any idea," Garton was asking, and to Conniston his voice
seemed to come faintly from a great distance, "which way she rode?"
"North. I don't know how far. Tommy, have you a horse here I can
ride?"
"You are going to look for her?"
"Yes."
He was already at the door, and turned impatiently as Garton called to
him:
"It's up to you, Greek. But--do you think that you could do any more
to help her than the men you are sending out?"
"No. But, man, I can't sit here without knowing--"
"Greek!" There was a note in Tommy's voice, a look in his eyes which
held Conniston.


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