force of men in the train might be able, by a concerted effort, to assist the watcher on the upland in his brave attempt to arrest the stampede and secure the cattle's return. But their united efforts were unavailing; and long before they returned, disheartened, apprehensive, and weary, the helpless watchers at the camp saw the bruised body of Captain Ranger's favorite mare rolling, tumbling, bumping, and thumping through the roaring waters and among the jagged rocks, near the very spot where Brownson had been drowned.
Noble, faithful, obedient Sukie! In her attempt to swim the river with her devoted master, who was seated in the stern of the novel boat leading her by the halter and encouraging her with kindly words, her strength failed utterly; and when she turned upon her side and Captain Ranger let go his hold upon the halter, she uttered a dying scream, rolled over, and was gone.
"If there isn't any horse heaven, the creative Force has been derelict in duty," sadly exclaimed the master, as he watched the lifeless body of his beloved and faithful servant floating down the stream.
Through the silent watches of the awful night that followed, John Ranger pondered, planned, and waited.
His three daughters and three younger children, Sally O'Dowd and her three babies, and Susannah and George Washington, all occupied the family wagon, around which he stalked through the silent hours as one in a dream.
"A formidable array of dependent ones," he said to himself over and over again. "And what is to become of my Annie's darlings? Was it for this that she started with me on this terrible journey?"
There was no audible answer to his anxious queries save the roaring of the river as it crashed its way between the rocks that formed its grim and tortuous channel.
Weary at last of walking, he crept into his tent beside Hal, who had been dead to the world from the