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      CHAPTER XLV.

       QUEEN OF THE COUNTERFEITERS.

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      It seemed an act of madness.

      A moment after she made the frightful leap a man came rushing to the edge of the ledge and clutched at her.

      He was too late.

      Already she was shooting downward toward the depths of the ravine.

      With no small difficulty he saved himself from toppling over the brink.

      Down in the ravine two boys gazed in unutterable horror at the falling form of the girl.

      Then they beheld what seemed like a marvel.

      To a certain extent the umbrella acted like a parachute, and, assisted by the girl's clothing, served to check the swiftness of her fall.

      Down she came into the ravine, alighting within a few rods of the boys, collapsing in a motionless heap, while the huge government umbrella, which must have been stolen from its former owners, turned bottom up and rolled a few feet away.

      Frank was the first to recover. With a low cry, he sprang toward the girl, knelt beside her, and lifted her in his arms.

      "Is she dead?" fluttered Bart, over his friend's shoulder.

      "I do not think she struck hard enough," said Frank. "No—she moves. She is alive!"

      The beautiful girl, whose face was very pale, opened her eyes, caught her breath convulsively, looked straight past Frank, saw the face of the other boy, and murmured:

      "Bartley!"

      In a moment Bart Hodge was on his knees, and he almost tore her from Frank's hands.

      "Give her to me!" he panted. "She knows me now! She will not refuse to recognize me here!"

      Seeing how agitated his friend was, Frank surrendered the girl, asking:

      "Are you severely harmed, Miss Isban?"

      She looked at him in a bewildered way, but did not reply.

      Bending over her, Bart echoed the question:

      "Are you severely harmed, Miss Melburn?"

      "I—I think not," she replied, faintly. "I lost my breath, and I feared I would lose my hold on the handle of the umbrella before I reached the bottom. I did not strike very hard, but everything seemed to float away when I knew I was at the bottom."

      "It is wonderful—marvelous! What made you do such a mad thing?"

      "The horrid wretch who insisted on making love to me! I became awfully afraid of him. He was pursuing me."

      "But it seemed like a leap to certain death."

      "I didn't care much. I was crazy with fear. I saw this old umbrella, and, remembering how I had once seen a man descend by means of a parachute from a balloon, I caught it up, rushed out of the cabin, slamming the door in his face, opened it, and jumped when he came hurrying after me."

      "The brute!" grated Bart.

      "He is a brute!" echoed the girl, "I had rather die than fall into his power again!"

      "You shall not fall into his power. We will protect you."

      "But how does it happen you are here?" she asked, bewildered. "I cannot understand that."

      "This is no time or place for explanations," Frank cut in. "That fellow has disappeared from the cliff, but he will be back. We must get out of this."

      To this Bart fully agreed, and he lifted the girl to her feet. She was rather weak, and so she was forced to lean on his shoulder.

      They had moved but a little way when a shout came from the cliff, and they saw three men looking down at them. These men were armed, and Frank saw them taking aim with rifles.

      "Look out!" he shouted. "They're going to send bullets after us!"

      A second later the men on the cliff began shooting, the white smoke puffing from their rifles, the reports of which awoke the echoes.

      The bullets whistled about the trio in the ravine.

      "Run!" shouted Frank, wheeling and flinging his rifle to his shoulder.

      He sent several bullets up at the cliff and then turned and dashed after Bart, who had lifted the girl in his arms, and made a rush for a place of safety.

      The bullets spat spitefully against the rocks as he ran, whistled about him, dislodged pebbles and tore up little sprays of earth, but not one of them touched him.

      The trio reached a turn in the ravine and passed beyond view of the cliff, so they were safe from the bullets of the men above.

      For some moments they paused, panting from their exertions.

      The girl looked at her companions in admiration.

      "You are strong and brave," she said. "I feel that you will save me."

      "But we are not out of the woods yet," said Frank. "Those fellows will be sure to give us a chase."

      "How can they get down from the cliff?" asked Bart.

      "There is a way to do that, you may be sure. As soon as we get our breath we must hasten on. We will be fortunate if we strike Blake, Long, and Jones without delay."

      They did not wait long before hastening forward. The boys took the girl between them, both assisting her, sometimes carrying her over the worst places.

      Her strength came back to her, after a time, and they were surprised by her skill and fleetness of foot.

      Out of the ravine they made their way, and dropped over into the other, beginning to feel relieved by the non-appearance of their enemies.

      But they were not to escape without a further encounter.

      Five minutes after entering the second ravine they heard a clatter of hoofs behind them. There was no time to get out of the ravine, and it happened that they were unable to find a place of concealment in time to escape observation.

      Six men came riding madly toward them, sending up a wild shout when they were observed.

      "Behind these rocks here!" cried Frank. "We must stand them off. It's our only show. Put the girl behind that large one, so that she will be safe from bullets."

      Bart was desperate. His teeth showed, his face was very pale, and he grated:

      "They shall not touch her again—I vow they shall not touch her!"

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