The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1902-10-23
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CHAPTER NIII-Continued.

OF what said or what did L have
no memory, beyond staggering back of
the body of Warren and stammering
"You! you! Is it you who have tried
to save me?"
Then remember her taking hold of
my arm and shaking me, and saying:
"Never mind NE. Never mind who it
is; don't you see you have released
him? He'll murder you yet if you
don't mind"
Had Miss Milne risen from the ground
or fallen from the skies, had she de-
scended in a chariot of fire, or fash
toned herself out of the fumes of hell +,
| could not have been more utterly awe
stricken. With an anrgy stamp of hef
foot and another shake, she repeated,
"See, seel he is on his feet!"
But move l could not, or perhaps
would not, for what little sense | had
protested against life restored by her.
Warren now, for all 1 cared, might
work his will with me.
But she did not think 80. Her quick
eyes had seen him stoop to unite, or
cut, perhaps, the string that held his
legs. With mad rush, into which all
her weight and strength were thrown,
she went at him and drove him, handi-
capped as he was, headlong over the
steep incline that lay just to the right
of us. He rolled down for several
yards. She followed him and stopped
to pick up something she had caught
srht # hn hrrC hos uyo q
ren's ak.
/, more as bewitched spectator
than as one who was any longer playing
a part in the proceedings, followed.
When Miss Milne reached Warren, he
was still writhing, and. for all I knew,
trying to break or unite the string that
held his feet together, and that, amid
these bushes, quite prevented any quick
movement. She evidently thought
that was his object, for stepping quick
ly up to him, she Kissed out: "You
move again, you brute, and I'll kill you
with this-your AK"
As she spoke she clutched it with
both hands and raised it over her
shoulder. A superstitious dread of the
woman held him spellbound. When he
had settled himself quite motionless
and was looking up into her moonlit
face with vacant stare, she spoke
again, but now in a voice of great
determination. "Look here, Warren,
you have made your effort and failed.
Now l will make you two offers; you
can accept which you like. Promise
me that you will make no further at
tack on Doctor Rigby, and l will let
you go, and take you to cave that
know of close to the place where your
wife is housed, and where she can see
you and bring you food every day. If
you do not promise me in two seconds,
will arouse the police, and have you
sent back to the Far Away again.
Now which shall it be?"
The man did not reply for several
seconds. With his eyes still rolling,
his hair on end, he stared vacantly,
first at her, then at me.
"Now, Warren, which shall it be-?
We have no time to spare; daylight is
coming; you must decide at once"
"I PROMISE" said Warren, in a
logged, SuDuueu way.
Then Miss Milne stopped down and
cut the string and for the man himself
sat powerless) tied up the chain to his
knee.
Snow, Warren, jump up and wish
DR.. Rigby goodnight, and shake
hands,"
This was bitter pill, but there was
nothing tor it but to obey, and, rtep-
ping up to me, he put out his hand. l
took it in mine and said: warren,
/ am, and have always been, most ter
ribly sorry for you, but had to do my
duty"
Without looking up, he replied:
81 amt 'ad no smallpox, but I've
lost my GAL"
For moment the strong hand
trembled, and the mouth of the giant
quivered.
"Come, come, Warren, follow me
now. | shall be missed. Goodnight,
Doctor Rigby."
And they were gone. And l, like
Sir Bedevere, stood revolving many
memories" till the sound of their feet
on the dead underwood died away, and
their forms appeared as two black
specks against the verge Of dawn"
CHAPTER XIV.
When even more than usually sick
of the quarantine station and its ultra