Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1905-03-23
D'ri and !
By IRVING BACHELLER
Author Of Eben Holden" F." Darrell Of
the Blessed Isles" Etc.
Copyright, 1901, by Lothrop Publishing compan
CHAPTER XIV.

D'ri's narrative was the talk of the
garrison. Those who heard the tell
ing, as l did not, were fond of quoting
Ats odd phrases, and of describing how
D'ri would thrust and parry with his
Iack-knife in the story of the bouts.
The mystery of that plunge into
darkness and invisible water was a
trial to my nerves the like of which
I had never suffered. After they had
pulled his lordship out of the grave,
and | knew there would be no more
lighting, | began to feel the strain he
had put upon me. He was not so
strong as D'ri, but | had never stood
before quicker man. His blade was
as full of life and cunning as a cats
paw, and he tired me. When | went
under the water | felt sure it was all
over, for | was sick and faint | had
been thinking of D'ri in that quick de-
scent. | wondered if he was the man
who had got away and gone down the
slide. | was not the less amazed, how
ever, to feel his strong hand upon me
as | came up. l knew nothing for
time. D'ri has told me often how he
bore me up in rapid water until he
came into an eddy where he could
touch bottom. There, presently, | got
back my senses and stood leaning on
mis- broad shoulder awhile. A wind
was blowing, and we could hear boat
jumping in the ripples near by. We
could see nothing, it was so dark, but
Dri left me, feeling his way slowly,
ha 10 wi u ct
TO me, and | made my way to him
There were oars in the bottom of the
boat. D'ri helped me in, where l lay
back with a mighty sense of relief.
Then he hauled in a rope and anchor,
and showed off The boat, overrunning
the flow in a moment shot away rapid
iy. | could feel it take headway as We
Glove the murmuring waters. D'ri set
the oars and helped it on. lay awhile
thinking of all the blood and horror
in that black night--like a dream of
evil that leads through dim regions
of silence into the shadow of death.
| thought of the hinted peril of the
slide that was to be the punishment of
poor courage.
D'ri had a plausible theory of the
slide. He said that if we had clung
to the sides of it to break our speed
we'd have gone down like plummet
and shattered our bones on a rocky
shore. Coming fast, our bodies leaped
far into the air and fell to deep water.
How long | lay there thinking, as |
rested, | have no satisfactory notion.
louise and Louison came into my
thoughts, and plan of rescue. A rush
of cavalry and reeking swords dash
for the boats, with a flying horse under
each fair lady, were in that moving
vision. But where should we find
them? for | knew not the name of that
country out Of which we had come by
ways of darkness and peril The old
query came TO me: If | had to choose
between them, which should | take?
There was as much of the old doubt
in me as ever. For verify, | loved
them both and would die for either.
L opened my eyes at last, and, rising,
my hands upon the gunwales, could
dImly see the great shoulders of D'ri
Swaying back and forth as he rowed.
The coming dawn had shot an arrow
into the great, black sphere of night,
cracking it from circumference to core,
and floods of light shortly came pour
ing in, sweeping down bridges of dark
ness. gates of gloom, and massy walls
of shadow. We were in the middle of
broad river-the st. Lawrence, we
knew. albeit the shores were unfa-
miiiar to either of us. The sunlight
stuck in the ripples, and the breeze
famed them into flowing fire The
morning lighted the green hills of my
native land with mighty splendor.
A new life and a great JOY came to me
IA [ filled my lungs with the sweet air.
brt pulled into a cove, and neither
could speak for q little. He turned,
hooking out upon the river, and
brushed tear of his brown cheek.
No use akin" said he, in a low
sIore. as ms bow hit the shore, ain