The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-07-13


Arthur" cried Law, loudly and gaily.
1--WE are none but friends here. Come
in, and tell me that it is yourself, and
not some miracle of mine eyes"
The young man so surprisingly adj
dressed half started from the thwart
In his amazement. His face bent into
an incredulous frown, scarce carrying
comprehension, even as he approached
the shore. AS he left the boat, for an
instant Pembroke's hand was half ex
tended In greeting, yet swift change
came over his countenance, and his
body stiffened.
rs it indeed you, Mr. Law" he
said. II could not have believed my
self so fortunate"
"'Tis myself and no one else," re-
piled Law. But why this melodrama,
Sir Arthur? Why reject my hand?"
81 have sworn to extend to you no
hand but that bearing weapon, Mr..
Law" said Pembroke. "This may be
an accident, but it seems to me the
justice of God. Oh, you have run far.
Mr.. Law"
"What mean you, Sir Arthur" ex-
claimed Law, his face assuming the
dull red of anger. 81 have gone where
pleased, and asked no mans leave for
1t, and shall live as please and ask
no mans leave for that. l admit that
1t seems almost a miracle to meet you
here, but come you one way or the
other, you come best without riddles,
and still better without threats
''You are not armed" said Sir Ar
thur, He gazed at the bronzed figure
before him, clad in fringed tunic and
leggings of deer hide; at the belt with
little knife and ak, at the gun which
now rested in the hollow of his arm.
law himself laughed keenly.
''Why, as to that" said he, II had
thought myself well enough equipped.
But as for sword, tits true my hand
Is more familiar, these days, with the
ak and gun"
"The late Jessamy Law shows change
in his capacity of renegade" said Penn
broke, raspingly. His face displayed a
scorn which jumped i'll with the ma
ture of the man before him.
II am what am, Sir Arthur" said
Law, ~and what was. And always at
any mans service who is in search Of
what you call Gods justice, or what
/ may call personal satisfaction.
doubt not we shall find my other trink-
cts in good order not far away. But
meantime, before you turn my hospi-
tality into shame, bring on your men
and follow me-"
His face working with emotion, Law
Ia
of the dead buck, and tossing it across
his shoulders, strobe up the winding
pathway.
Come, Cray, and Ellsworth" said
Pembroke. Get your men together
We shall see what there is to this
At the summit of the river-bluff Law
awaited their arrival. He noted in 81
fence the look of surprise which crossed
Pembroke's face as at length they came
into view of the little panorama of the
stockade and it's surroundings
"This is my home, Sir Arthur" said
he simply. "These are my fields. And
see, if mistake not, yonder is some
proof of the ability of my people to
care for themselves"
He pointed to the gateway. from the
loop-holes guarding which there might
now be seen protruding two long dark
barrels, leveled in the direction of the
approaching party. There came call
from within the palisade, and the sound
of men running to take their places
along the wall. Law raised his hand
and the barrels of the guns were low
cred.
"This, then. is your hiding place!"
said Pembroke.
81 call 1T not such. IT'S public to the
world"
"rush! You lack not in the least of
your old conceit and assurance, Mr..
Law!" said Pembroke,
Nay, lack not SO much in assur-
ance OF myself" said Law, las in my
patience, which l find, Sir Arthur,
now begins 10 grow hit short about
Its breath. But since the courtesy OF
thu trail demands somewhat. say to
you. there is my home. Enter it as
friend II you like. but Ii not. come az