The Hope pioneer., 1899-07-13
CHAPTER VIII,

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The crash of thunder following the flash
fer time made words impossible; and
action was equally out of the question, for
in the midst of the believing, and while I
was casting searching glances about the room
for some means of defense, he raised the
weapon and leveled it at me,
could fathom no motive for his thus at
tacking me, save the heat in his rum-mad.
dened brain, and, were he impelled by drink,
iny position was doubly critical. Had there
been ghost of chance to act in the ag-
gressive, in this desperate moment I should
have availed myself of it; but not even that
really formidable weapon and guard, chair,
was nearer than the table, and to have made
q move toward it felt meant certain de-
struction. A sudden attack on him was out
ct my power, for betwiXt us interviewed the
to avail myself of the tactics had used with
Lounsbury. There was naught for me to do
but stand as was and await the terrible
issue.
However, as he remained silent, I man
aged to find my voice, and, as the thunder
rolled in the distance, l shouted:
Capt. Scammell, are you so demented or
SO cowardly and so lost to honor that you
will murder the man you challenged to fight
in the field?"
Without swerve of the arm, he answered
sternly:
"Sit down"
Even thus beset, it irkcd me to obey him
like schoolboy, but realized that, armed,
under the existing circumstances he was far
stronger than with all my sinews Wisely,
then, swallowed my ire, and, approaching
the table, seated myself with the hope thai
he would come within reach.
He was not slow in following, for he
ntcpped forward and carefully slid into the
chair opposite, though not for second un-
covering me with the muzzle of his pistol, or,
for that matter, taking his eye from mine.
And here we sat while fash and crash fol-
lowed each other in quick succession. My
brain worked rapidly enough, but as the Sec
onds sped no way could find to rid me of tie
shining ring of steel confronting me or turn
for moment the equally brilliant CLINT of
his eye, each of which acquired clearness
with the fitful lighting of the room.
The table was too broad for an onslaught,
and now that we were closer, could see
the nerves of the man were at full tension,
and that on the slightest hostile move on my
Fart he would pull the trigger.
hoped lightning would strike the house
last began to have its effect on me; and l
take it that no man can long stand the scowl
of loaded barrel backed by determined
yet silent enemy without undergoing more
or less strain.
I was even wishing that the heavens would
let loose a bolt and finish the matter, OF that
the man opposite would open his lips and
speak, despite the roar, when felt the floor
beneath me tremble, as though the house
was shaken by mighty power. 1t passed
in the instant, and as it did so the thunder
faded away for the moment, and Scam
nell, lowering his hand, let it rest on the
edge of the table, whence the pistol held me
full in the chest. Then he spoke, and per-
haps because the excitement indoors and out
had partly sobered him, his words came
clearly:
"I have here your id message in my
hand, but, as you may we'll guess, it is fore
stalled. There will be no fight between us
tomorrow morning."
because you deem it safer to murder me
now?" returned calmly. "Give me but"
"Shut your mouth" he interrupted, let
ting go his temper. "Do you think am here
to handy words with rebel? Capt. Donald
Thorndye, alias Lounsbury, you are close on
to the end of your rope, and you'll find that
end has sanoose in it, you cursed spy! What!' "
he continued, rising in his increasing rage,
and Immediately reseating himself, while
his voice grew louder, "do you think I am a
fool, or SO blind that may not see through
riddle? 1 have found you out, hide and
hair-Thorndyke, of Martha's Vineyard
smuggler-rebel-spy Had you escaped me
this day, and been off on Clinton's business,
which doubtless lies there" (pointing to my
papers, which lay on the table,, II would
have hunted you down had it cost me my
commission. Escape me? No, by the gods!
From the beginning fancied you the fraud
you are, and at the Bulls Head, by your
words and fine airs, you made me sure of it.
You slipped your role. You'll find your hen
hawk has sharp eyes, and, giant though you
be, you will see that seamew is nothing in
his grip. Nay, 1 have not come to shoot you
down as you deserve, but know your in
fernal tricks, and mean to hold you where
you belong. take it twill afford me more
pleasure to see you dance at 4 ropes end