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back. To her surprise. she caught =
glimpse OF him stand nE aroagst
the trees or the opposite slope. Hef
delay had aroused hic suspicious.
and he had followed her. She walk
ed slowly forward and, as we had
directed. moved rneasily about on
the verge Of the precipice. Present.
ly she again glanced over her shoui-
der. He had now crossed the glen
and was standing in the open
watching her. The distance between
them was about two hundred yards.
She knew that we must have nearly
reached the cottage, and that if he
had not already attacked her father,
there was no further danger. So she
started to run across the coast. He
shouted and drew his revolver: but
either he thought the distance too
great, or he feared the noise of me
report. for he did not fire But her
action evidently puzzled him. seeing
that it left her father completely at
his mercy He did not pursue her
far, but instead turned and gazed
intently at the cottage On her part,
she only stopped running to watch
him From where they stood the
garden was fully exposed, and at
that moment our forms appeared
as we Vaulted the low wall At
which sight. Miss Weston said. he
gave a most horrible scream. shak-
ing his fist toward us and filling the
air with imprecatons. Then, with
out further noticing her, he set off
toward the town. For herself, she
came back as fast as she could run,
meeting Graden before the door
She added some useful particulars as
TO his alias and his residence at the
inn.
And so. her story ended. the brave
girl passed into the house, while we
dashed away in pursuit Ny cousin
stuck to his work most manfully;
but age will tell and I was minute
to the good when l stumbled into the
parlor of the inn. They had not
seen Mr.. Hermann. they told me.
since lunch-time; perhaps he was
down at his boat.
'Boat-what boat?'' I gasped.
why, zur. said the landlords
wife. grinning at my eagerness, the
guild gentleman be mighty vond o
Failing. an he hath hired Mark Pen
nyfold's too trawler. the Agnes Jane.
for a matter O two months. And
now come to think on il, l did
hear Mary zay as how he an his zun
we're going out with Master Her
mann betwixt dree an your o'clock"
I ran down the narrow street to-
ward the quay. between the quaint
old cottages. with their fish stretch
ed out 10 dry. and their nets, fish
ing-boots. and gear tumbled before
the doorsil!s. As I reached the little
breakwater the sun, low on the west
horizon. was throwing great golden
streamers through gaps in the pUr-
nile clouds that were piled as high
as if a cataelysm of Nature had set
The Andes on the Himaiayas. From
their feet came gusts of wind. fierce
and icy cold. Even to my shore
going eyes it threatened dirty
weather.
But l had not time for cloud ef-
fects. There. fair in the giitterins
path that the sun had daubed upon
he waters. a red-sailed fshing-boaG
vas running cIose-hauled to the sOu'-
What boat is that" I asked a
ad who lounged against mooring-
post at my elbow.
That, maister-whoi, it be Mark
oennyfold's Agnes Jane, 'er as was
ired by the stranger from Lunnon,
Ermann by name.
a hand fell on my shoulder. Il
vas Graden's. He had heard and
And so we two stood
ogether watching the red sails fade
Iowly into the glittering haze Of
ne night and the storm
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