Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-01-03

at turn Of the pike, and no other being
was in sight.
I'VE can go on now" said Quayle,
when he had returned to his companions.
And they Immediately started on their
journey, needing no obstacles, climbing
over fences, crossing corn fields in full
stalk, and taking their course through
fields covered with brambles and black
berries. The road was rough one for
woman, but Helene seemed determin-
ed not to be beaten by the two men.
AS she walked along by Quayle's side,
and looked at the rough red beard, the
thin, sharp, unprepossessing face, and
the crafty, cool, oblong blue eyes, she
could not help saying to herself that this
was not the kind of man from whom she
would have expected gallantry and no
bility of sentiment. But then she argued
with herself that appearances were often
Enthusiastically, and Henris presence,
somehow or other, gave her a feeling of
security.
Thus they journeyed on. across fields
and through woods, up inclines and down
little dales. until. after passing through
dense forest of pines, they arrived at
the edge of field where Helene could
see ruined hut, probably formerly used
as store shed.
Il want you to be very quiet at pres
ent, Miss Tenure whispered Quayle.
1--WE are now in sight of the Yankee
pickets. They cannot notice us becaus.
we are in the shadow, bur if we advance
farther they viii see us and fire upon us.
We shall have to wait here until the
early morning, when the thick mist,
| which always rises from the low-lying
ground, will shelter us. Then we can
creep into the lines between the felled
trees that you see on the left there, and
after that the rest of the journey will be
easy. What propose that you should
do, Miss Tenure, is that you will take
/ shelter in that hut there l know the
place. There is quantity of straw in
one corner. Iou can rest there undis-
turbed, and we will watch outside"
! With this, he led the way cautiously to
the little hut Helene's heart stood still
nearly as she peered into the place The
moon was shining through the broken
roof, and in the greenish, patchy light
it looked as if it were haunted by ghosts
The corner where the straw lay was
dark as pitch.
You need iot be afraid" Quayle went
| Oli, III Sn cucVuTdSlHS Whisper. lue
little shed is not hotel or palace, but
you will find it more bearahle than you
think. 1t is a fine night, and sou will
not feel cold. l suppose you must be
thirsty" he said, Singing around his can
teen. May l offer you drink of wat
err"
He had already unsupported mis- can
teen in which Henri had seen him pour
the contents of the poison bottle, when
Helene stopped him.
THANK YOU" she said. 81 am very
much obliged TO you, but l have in my
satchel a flask of cold tea"
With this she opened her satchel to
take out the flask, and in doing so SEEM
| ingly unconsciously showed a revolver,
a small one, but quite big enough to
make her personality respected. Quayle
bit his lips, and if it had not been for
the treacherous moonlight Helene might
have seen him turn gray with disappoint-
ment and rage. But there was nothing
to be said. Helene entered the hut
Curse my luclz!" muttered Quayle to
| himself. ''That is the first disappoint-
ment. Are there any more coming? l
| shall have to wait until she really falls
I asleep of her own accord. 1t would not
do to attempt it while she is awake. She
would scream, and in the silence the
pickets over there would hear her, and
that would spoil all possible chance of my
tale being believed Mr.. Demon might
take it into his head to charge me with
numbering the woman, and it would not
take him long to get me hanged if he
made up his mind that way"
lie crept up to where Henri sat at the
foot of q tree.
"She would not drink from my can
teen," he whispered
Il should link not" replied Henri,
grimly. ''Your face not your fortune If
you, ven start on work like zs, change
face, sell face, get anozer if must steal
it. Your face not inspire confidence"
Silence" growled Quayle 'Why
don't you shout? Do you want her to
hear you? We shall have to wait now
until she is really asleep, and then you
will have to do it. When the mist is on
the land, sound travels strangely, and
the pickets won't know where that shot
was fred. You will have to be careful
to fire it in the hut, so that they shall
not see the fash. Mind you aim straight
at the head so that. if possible, one shot
will be sufficient. Remember Toulon.
and avenge us both"