The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1906-11-03

The man he came to see sat in the
moonlight on the wooden box He
looked up quickly as the door opened,
but his visitor kept in the shadow and
raised a warning hand. "Hist! Keep
quiet! I've come to get you out of
this. Do as tell you and keep. quiet,
and your neck is out of the noose."
What do you mean?" Winstanley
started up, with eagerness;. the other
made sharp gesture of silence. Don't
speak above your breath. There's a
way to do it. You must change clothes
with me as fast as you can .
How will that help me?'.
Don't waste time asking questions.
It's your only way!"
There was no more hesitation; Win
stanley began to take off his clothes
with hurried fingers, while Baver-
stock did the same. He went on under
his breath, as he did SO: walk
straight out of the hut as if it was me.
Keep your hat down well over your
face. Make for the schoo1-house; J:
there's horse tied there behind it.
Get on, and make tracks: In the pock-
ct of this jacket there's a pass from
Cronje; use it for all you're worth.
Get down to Wynberg; nobody'll try to
stop you, once you're back through the
lines"
why to Wynberg? The new hope
Of life, that he had. thought relin-
quished and buried, made Winstanley's
blood flow like fire in his veins.
Because there's a lady, there who
sent me to you She'll tell you what
she wants with YOU"
; "A lady?" ).
4 f''rhe7 one that owns this" He thrust
toward him the little pearl heart on its
golden chain.
Winstanley recognized it with a
leap of all his pulses. Ursula! "And
you-it won't get you into trouble?'
Baverstock gave a careless laugh.
I'm too well known for them to mind
me. I'm valuable to this side There'll
be a row, of course; but that's ALL
There's no danger to my neck. What
makes you stop? Get on with your
dressing; you've no time to lose.':
ut was your voice." said Winstan-
ley, resuming his rapid movements.
"Your laugh sounded like mine"
''AlI the better for getting you past
any one you meet with. Speak low
and not too much
They had finished their changing
now, and they stood in each others
rig, complete in every detail Baver-
stock still kept close in the shadow,
with strange feeling of interest upon
him. The man in the moonlight might
be his own image. No wonder he had
been able to play his part.
There was tap on the door. II can
give you only another minute" said
warning voice. "You must finish and
go!,,'
Baverstock motioned sharply to Win
stanley to step forward to the door
while he hung in the background. "All
right. My brother and l are saying
good-bye" .
Your brother!" n'urn1ured ,Winstan-
ley, bewildered. s". ,,.;>.:A<''
yes; I had to say was. to get in
Winstanley stretched out his hand to
him warmly. by heaven, you've act.
ed like one tonight! can't thank YOU,
Whenever We meet, claim brothers.
service from me, and it's yours. You
are sure there is no risk to you?"
Didn't say so once? Get off as
quick as you can" ..". =,
Their hands met in a strong pres
sure. Did any thrill of blood, of broth
erhood, tingle from palm. to palm as
they met and clasped each other in,
that supreme moment of their lives?:
Then the sentry impatiently flung
the door open, and Winstanley stepped
out into the warm night, feeling his:
head .whirl: with the sudden freedom.
He, walked lnsteadily for pace %*or
two, The sentry thought the parting
with his brother had broken him.
down. Out past the corner Of the hut:
along. the little street, and to-: the
school house., He knew that wells it
was whereI they. had tried him and he
heard his doom pronounced. u .'z. Il. T :. :.
s: Just behind it, tied to post, there
stood horse He &: unfastened y the
reins, and leapt= noiselessly upon its:
back. As he turned his, head toward
the fortifications5a a man hurried, up.
and stopped him. s: ~ Where do: you. go
at this time of night r.: i, i > ~ :: :. NJ.
. 1T II have ! pass from Cronje:":. II: !.
=: Show It, then, .. *ss%.5s *% ~. Il Il
: :, [. t.WN21nstanley; took $outs 2 paper from
hissjacket pocket = he first he felt in.
was. empty, and u IS hea gave. "a. sud.
den pulse Of frigh itHhad been tor
gotten; there s;tf WI 8 against his,
hand: IIe held It out inz Thu mo- oonliglt,
5andsthe other gl lanced zis