Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-11-02

CHAPTER H-Continued. |
He glanced swiftly around, adding:
sYes, here are the traces of half a
dozen men. You are suffering from q
blow, sir, that has nearly cost you your
'Nfel"
sDo you think SOP" queried Ralph.
There's no doubt about it. But |
what's the use Of talking to you on the |
subject? Don't you remember who
.s SMITH about the fghtS" 'en''
flight? fight? Has there been a
"Pshawl Haven't you some papers
about you that will tell who you are?"
"Papers?"
\ Here, let me search your pockets!'
proposed the Kanaka impatiently.
~ No opposition being made to this
proposal, the Kanaka at once carried it
Into execution. The result of the
search was q considerable number of
letters, receipts, bills of exchange, and
other documents in which the identity
of our hero was perfectly manifest.
Here, read therel' cried the Kanaka,
An fever Of impatience. these will
tell who and what you are. Read them.
Unfortunately, never learned to read
few Of our people did until after the
arrival Of the missionaries. Read
theml"
He opened one of the letters and held
It under Ralph's gaze, continuing to re-
peat his injunction, but our hero merely
looked puzzled again, and stared
blankly at the bold chirography before
him.
I'll am just like you," he declared.
Ill never learned to read, either"
For a moment the Kanaka looked
Observation-Disclosures he then
slapped himself violently on the breast
with an all of reviving hopes and
spirits.
IT haye it, he cried. "1'll take you
to Mr.. Bullet"
He gathered the various papers of
our hero into q package, thrust them
into one of his own pockets, and passed
his arm through Ralph's, leading him
) away into the interior OF the island,
taking the general direction of Krow-
WOW, at the head Of the Pearl Locks.
''Mr. Bullet is the man work for,
explained the Kanaka, as he walked
onward. / don't know as you will ever
understand what that means, but it
can do you no harm for me to mention
the fact. Mr.. Bullet has quite good
farm up here, in a pleasant although
rather retired valley. He has had
great experience in all sorts of bust
ness, and he will tell us in minute
what all these papers have to say about
, you"
At the end OF weary walk of about
three miles the couple reached the
crest of hill, from which they could
look down into beautiful and fertile
valley of small extent Immediately in
front of them. It was we'll titled and
we'll shaded, and little stream Of
water flowed through it on its way
from one OF the high plateaus of the
Konahuanui range of the sea.
Mr.. Bullet lives in the house you see
youder," announced the Kanaha, point
ing out q small four-roomed cottage O.
story and half that occupied prom
inence at one side Of the valley. A!
you see, it is built in the American
style. Mr.. Bullet is an American By
birth, and was for many years I
sailor"
Our hero did not respond to thes'
; observations any more than he had re
sponded to the various other observa
lions of his companion since setting on
for the residence of Mr.. Bullet. Tn
cause of this silence was, evidently
that his eyes were entirely occupied
as were his sensations, with the VAR
:ous new and striking scenes constantl
presenting themselves to his notice,
Here we are, muttered the Kanaks
q few moments later, as he turned O.
from the rude road to still ruder pat
that led across or through the garde
OF tho Bullet estate; and here Is MI
Bullet himself"
He waved his hand toward q persOr
age who stood under the edge Of littl
shed at one end of the house, engage
In the modest occupation of splitting
stick of wood into small pieces to DO
some water for his tea.
This man was indeed Mr.. Bullet.
He was q thin and withered little o.
man, but yet the possessor CT gre'
deal Of strength and vigor. He was
least 60 years OF age, and had not II
least vestige of tooth in his head, b.
this circumstance did not prevent hi
from chewing tobacco with such g
ergy that its juice ran continual
from each corner OF his mouth liz
cider from press.
Hearing his name pronounced by u
Kanaka, he accepted the fact as q 80
of introduction to our hero, to whom
bowed with sufficient affability. RAIL-
responded in kind mechanically, al
then resumed his staring and wOnde
ing survey of things around him In
way that at once fixed the old sailor
attention.
"Who is he, Kulu?" he asked in
low tone as the Kanaka, withdrawn
his arm from Ralph's, advanced to b
employers side. =.
81 don't know who he u.s." repli
Kulu. ''He has been in = dght,
somebody has waylaid him. There
an awful wound on his head
sVhere did you find him?" deman
ed Bullet, keenly interested.
''In lonely spot at Kaliki Bay-n
far from the water. He is q very nj
young man, as you can see, but he dol
know who he Is, nor where he car
.fyem, nor how he got Into this avn
6x@"
At this point Of Kulu's exciting sta
ments Bullet caught him by the ar