The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-08-07


drunken stupor. w must arouse him.
Fill yonder kit with water, Rao, and
battle his head with il" directed Way
ling.
The Hindoo obeyed only too well. He
drenched the unfortunate creature until
he sputtered and gasped for breath n
left him limp and exhausted, but thor
oughly wide awake.
"You know me now?" asked Way
ling, standing a few feet away, where
the candlelight fell on his frosty hair.
Cautley helplessly nodded.
"You see, l am not dead. Ihave come
out of the grave to find you"
"To-to-kill me?" gasped Cautley.
"Surely."
"And when? Not now. Oh, in the
name CT God, not nowr"
AYE, tonight"
Cautley sprang to his feet with a cry
and made a lunge toward the door. He
was swiftly intercepted by the Hindoo,
who, winding his muscular brown arms
around him, bore him back to the
couch.
"Speak no word, make no sound"
Kissed the Hindoo, thrusting his hand
into the folds Of white cloth ON his
breast and drawing out what looked to
Peter like a long, black darning needle
having a jeweled hilt, its end tapering
into a point as fine as a hair.
"What would you with that murder
Gus w~eapon?' questioned Peter, ad-
vancing. "Put it back, | say"
LET him be quiet, then" said the
Hindoo coldly as he obeyed, taking a
watchful position at the foot of the
couch.
"Rao will do nothing save what ]
direct" said Wayling. "Do not fear,
Peter. Have not l given you my word!
Now that we have we'll nigh forced our
way into your house and I stand face to
face with the Judas who betrayed me
it is meet you should know my mean
ing. There is no time to lose"
Peter drew a chair forward and seat
ed himself in the center of the room be-
tween the two men. His boyish face
was pale and pinched from anxiety.
There was an indomitable resolve in
Wayling's bearing, an open eagerness
for revenge in the Hindoo's, a servile
terror in the attitude of the unfortunate
Cautley, who sat huddled upon the
couch, his wig awry, his lip dejectedly
hanging.
II was not always this mans enc.
my" commenced Wayling, leaning hiI
head upon his hands. "Time was wheI
we were in~separable. On the details Of
our long friendship / dare not linger.
He was the son of a poor missionary, q
good man, and when 1 left India eight
years ago to inherit an estate in Eng
land l made him accompany me. Aye,
I even shared my fortune with him, anG
he was to me as my own brother.
For these two years past l have
hated him as strongly as once l loved
him. From place to place in England
and France have l followed him. HI
eluded me always, though never dream
ing I was on his track. By a happy
chance l learned of his departure for the
colonies, and l followed him hither
Not q clew had l to. his whereabouts
but l judged he would prefer New
York, and for a month past my day
and nights have been spent at the play
house, the coffee houses, on the streets
in the mail coaches, everywhere mel
congregate, looking always into thu
face of every passerby for the one
sought"
Wayling sprang to his feet and com
menced to pace up and down the littl
room, his eyes closed. When he spok
again, the words came i'll spurts:
"A woman crossed my path when
was 20, three years ago-only three
She had the face of an angel. Oh, Peter
how truly / loved her! She was to NJ
the flower of the earth. She became IN,