The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-01-08

| Their side of the strip, 'tWiXt bay and
ocean, to be by himself and ponder
what was best for Justin's sake and
Marian's. He threw himself in the
shade of a clump Of bushes off the
beach, and while there by came none
else but Donnereau, the negro who
! seemed next in command to Lynch,
and Lynch himself. So close to Oziel
| they came and halted, while in earnest
talk. that he could not help hearing
them, OF which he was glad, for he
was willing to seize any chance of get,
ting at a proper understanding of
| Lynchs design on Justin.
80 now the roads clear, Donnereau,"
Lynch was saying, in a manner which
suggested to OZiel that he had been
informing the other of past events. 1T
was, as you see, a thought of the mo-
ment to put old MurTin out of the way.
Why share with him, when I could get
hold of the lad without him, dye see?
: And now comes your part-d'ye believe
these ugly religionists will take an
other priest?"
Donnereau shrugged his great shout
ders in a foreign way, suggestive of his
having been bred with Frenchmen.
who can tell?' he said. But I make
no doubt. Priesthood is family mat
| ter, of course, and the mark is as Wis
| IDLE as it ever was in his father, with
whom now it is faint. But we shall see.
How much have you told him?'
Nothing but a pack of lies-chiefy
that his dad is a prisoner among saw
ages-talked of gold, of course. BY the
+ Mogul, Donnereau, the pretty tales L
have told the boy would fill a book,
and make a good book, too. And /
bound him to secrecy. Nothing like
that to make a boy believe and trust
YOU
you are a wonder at all thingsl To
sing, to dance, to play the fiddle, or to
cheat and to KILT is charmingr" said
Donnereau. But after-he?'
1.-THE lad? After we have the snake
the treasure? What would you dO?''
Donnereau did not answer, but the
whites of his eyes. cleaned horribly, as
! he made a quick grimace and drew his
hand across his throat. Lynch did not
show any sign of resentment. or horror,
but smiled quietly.
81 don't know" he muttered, easily.
''I have a sneaking fancy for the hand
some lad. He is so heavenly innocent,
yet hot at times as a devil. in his pas
sion. OH this huge, heavy-witted lout
! that potters doggedly, like a great
slobbery mastiff, at the heels of Justin.
He has the devils own luck, or should
| have been out of the way by happy ac-
cidents ere now. I'd give him the cut
lass quick, but I fear to open Justin's
eyes before the time. Still, he is in the
road-your faithful, laundering numb
skull always is.
Cant crazy Noll Dade run amuck
on him? I've seen him do it before.
Give him enough of rum, and whisper
| in his ear the right word, and Noll
would fly at the king
| Now OZiel had been frozen still to
! hear this unguarded talk, but the viii
! lainy of the wretches overcame him at
this, and for the life of him he could
| not suppress a groan of dismay Quick
as light the two turned on the thicket
where he lay concealed, and fired their
pistols Simultaneously into the bush
whence came the noise. and then
charged down on it. cutlass in hand
and without word. No pistol had
Oziel, nor cutlass. but a pair of excel
| lent stout legs, and. no match for two
mad men, he took at once to his heels
and fed through the wood that ran
along the center of the sandy strip of
land He dared not make for the rem
devious, a trap to be slain in at Dixey's
word. but fed swiftly over unknown
country. For time the two followed
him, firing at intervals, but they were
no match for the lad at running, not
even long-legged Dixey, and they had
to halt now and again to reload al
though so crookedly he ran among the
trees on the uneven ground that no
shot found their mark. Breathless
Oziel ran until he sank in a clump Of
wood, hearing no sound of pursuit
There he lay in fever. He would warn
JUSTIN but how? He would tear him
from these pirate dogs; but how? One
against forty2 How even get speech
of the boy? The afternoon passed, the
sun went down, and he could make no
feasible plan, his brain being hot and