The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1906-12-07
CHAPTER XVI.-(ContinuedD

eIuihoieu lHto tne QarlOr OF the Inn. Ihey
had not seen Mr.. Hermann, they TOLD
me, since lunch-time; perhaps he was
down at his boat.
"Boat-what boatT' gasped.
why, EUR, said the landlords wife
grinning at my eagerness, "the guild gen
tleman be mighty vond O. Failing, an hi
hath hired Mark Pennyfold's noe trawl
er, the Agnes Jane, for a matter @ two
months. And now l comes to think OF
1t, did hear Mary cay as how he an his
gun were going out with Master Her
mann betwixt dree an YOUR o'clock
l ran down the narrow street toward:
the quay, between the quaint old cot
tages, with their fish stretched out to dry
and their nets, fishing boots, and gear
tumbied before the doorsills. As
reached the little breakwater the sun
low on the west horizon, was throwing
great golden streamers through gaps IN
the purple clouds that were piled as high
as if a cataclysm of Nature had set the
Andes on the Himalayas. From their
feet came gusts of wind, fierce and Icy
cold. Even to my shere-going eyes II
threatened dirty weather.
But l had not time for cloud effects
There, fair in the glittering path that
the sun had daubed upon the waters,
red-sailed fshing-boat was running close
hauled to the sou'-westward.
what boat is that?' l asked q lad
who lounged against a mooring-post at
my elbow.
''That, maister-whoi. it be Mark Pen
nyfold's Agnes Jane, 'er as was 'ired BY
the stranger from LunnOn, 'Ermann by
name"
A hand fell on my shoulder. 1t was
Gradients. He had heard and understood.
And so we two stood together watching
the red sails fade slowly into the gilt
tering haze Of the night and the storm.
V.-THE AMMONIA CYLINDER.
CHAPTER XVII.
The sail crept forward down the river
of sunset gold that streamed in wild
splendor from a crevass in the ranges
of cloudland. The light that FURNISHED
the sea glowed upon the Polleven cliffs,
tinging with fire the breakers at their
feet; it threw fierce shadows amongst the
clustered cottages Of the Cornish fisher
folk, and painted richer scarlet on the
sails of the trawlers huddled beneath
the shetering arm Of the little quay. 1t
was a scene that rises before me, as l
write, with a curious detail, though, in
deed, at the time l took no pains to OBJ
serve it. For on that departing vessel
was he whom we had chased across
Europe, mailman as we supposed, muir
derer as we knew him to be. We had
saved an innocent girl from his vendetta,
and in my heart l thanked Providence
for that mercy; but Rudolf Marnac, the
Heidelberg professor, was still free, free
with fresh schemes Of vengeance against
his scientific opponents Matching In his
twisted brain, and with all the wisdom of
his great learning to help him in his
deadly purposes.
$50 this is the end of your clever
plans!' 1 cried, turning savagely ON my
burly cousin. ''he has escaped again,
got clear away. What are you going to
do? Shall we follow him?"
''In the face of the storm?"
"Why motif Tat is the best you can
suggest?"
You have changed, my little cousin, "
said he, regarding me with kindly look,
though, indeed, my words had been I'M
mannerly. THE Fates have played the
very deuce with the sedate student at
Heidelberg just twelve days ago. How
that youngster grumbled at prospective
discomforts! How he shrank from the
the thought Of being mixed up in a
business that was better left to the DO
lice! Do you remember?'
Don't we waste time|' said 1.
perhaps. All! here she comes-just
the thing for which l was hoping"
Running down the village street came
Miss Weston, with three or four men
behind her. We met her at the entrance
to the quay.
"Well! have you caught him?" she
painted.
mo; there he goes" My cousin point
ed an arm at the distant sail.
''Oh, thank God. she exclaimed earn
estly. 81 knew he was armed, and l
was so afraid for the brave men who had
saved my father and me-"
She looked from one to the other of
us with an honest gratitude in her eyes
that to me seemed worth the risk of ali
the dangers in the world.
"And DR.. Weston?" asked my cousin
"My father is no worse; but of course
I did not tell him all. He AGNES tina,
I was annoyed by some tramp, and de-
clares he will have a man about the
cottage in the future. You and your
friend must come back with me, Sir
Henry. l want to introduce you to him. y
Some other time, l hope. At pres
ent this young frebrand here insists tina,
we should follow Marnac by sea-"
.sThat is quite impossible, SIR" she
said. turning upon me with an anxious
look. Il have enough experience of the
weather to know that storm is coming
am certain that Sir Henry Graden viii
help me to dissuade you"
II am afraid not, Miss Weston broke
in my cousin before l could reply. ave
have been like over-eager hounds, losing
the scent by flashing forward too quick
". 1t must be sheer, logged huntn:
now. and no more cutting off corners
By the way, there is a little fact which
perhaps one of you can tell me-" he said
turning to the little group that hung
behind her skirts watching US with bu
collie interest. did the Agnes Jam
vonder carry provisions on boardf"
Surely, EUR" said one who stood
little forward Of the rest-a stout, beard
Cd man with face as brown and seame'