Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1906-12-07

the scent by flashing forward too quick
ly. 1t must be sheer, logged hunting
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 Jane
yonder carry provisions on board2'
Surely. eur" said one who stood
little forward of the rest-a stout, beard
ed man with face as brown and scanned
as n withered cider apple. Mark Pen
nyfold, as is owner, was telling about
this furrin gent only last night down tn
the Plough Inn. Il allowed i'm to be
funny tort of toad, vur e 'ad is orders
to keep a weeks vittles on board though
the reason was passin' his understand
ing"
would PennyIold take a trip to
France If he were askedY'
surely, zur, eff e be paid accordn'.
'E be most mazed on the color of a bit
of gold is Mark
"That settles 1t, Miss Weston" con-
tinued Graden In his short businesslike
way. "Now please to remember my In
structions. You have the facts concern
ing Professor Marnac in my letter. Lay
an information against him for an at
tempt on your life, and see that the coun-
| ty authorities circulate his description
along the coast don't think there is
the slightest chance that he will return
to trouble you, but be on your guard,
and have a man to sleep in the house.
Now, my lads, who has the swiftest boat
in the harborT'
Nov you be askin' n question" said
their spokesman gloomily. you zee, 1t
be this wise. At the regatty, as my
Pride o. Cornwall was reaching for the
west buoy. there comes, all of a sudden
like, a girt wind from over the eastern
beac which"
HE means, Sir Henry, that his boat Is
reckcned the fastest, but at the regatta
she was disabled in squat" broke In
Miss Weston, interrupting a story which
was evidently familiar in its length and
detail. This is Sir Henry Graden, Isaac
Treherne, and he is trying to capture the
/, wicked man in the Agnes Jane yonder
the man who, as l told you, tried Il
) kill me. Will you take him in the Pride
of Cornwallp
, Isaac was study Of indecision. HI
r twisted up his mouth, scratched his head
e regarded the sunset attentively, an'
= kicked a pebble over the edge of tn
e quay.
4 II du wish, miss, as l 'ad been nigl
t you when e tried it," he said at last
| II would ave set about the hugly toa'
= proper, that l would. But, begin you
= pardon, and seem he be got away
j 'twould seem a matter for the perlic
5 more'n for we uns. Moreover, there b
= the fish contract, and the Pride is onl
d waiting her crew to zail"
!, at means a hundred pounds in you
e pocket, my man." snapped Graden
e "a hundred pounds is a 'undre
e pounds" replied Isaac with sententiou
It inconsequence.
IS "But, Isaac" broke in Miss Weston
# 'when the story gets round to Mar
IS Pennyfold he will say that you refuse
because you knew that the Pride coul
II never catch the Agnes Jane"
y 40 he wull-the liardv' cried lsaa
d, with sudden burst of Indignation.
70 never thought on that, miss A prett
tale he will be telling in every publ
from Bude to Penzancel Come alon
n gentlemen, come along. I'll show e
thing. and Mark, tn, the liard!'
>" We ran to where the little trawler Ia
k. moored to the quay, and tumbled
n board. One man was sitting in her stei
le mending some tackle, and Isaac apparen
at ly considered his services sufficient, Il
W he cast off the ropes at once. Miss We
re ton was waiting on the head of the qua
re as our boat crept by. / shall always r
a member that picture of my darling
o. she stood on those old grey stones, Wi
m
of the tide below. The fire Of the suns
st lit her tall, graceful figure leaning
the breeze. One hand was to her ma
ne the other waving adieu. No tairer hgu
en- of encouragement could men desire WI
ce started on a perilous adventure.
"Good-bye God keep you both!
be she cried to us.
We shouted a reply, but l doubt II g
IT. hoard IL. for at that moment the vii
caught the great red sail on our FOL
n mast swinging It across with thund'
| ous aanping that shook the little vesi
ad from stem TO stern. In another nome
we were rushing forward In pursuit, WI
of the spray from the bows in our faces a
es a white trail of foam marking our pa
all from the land.
do not think that more than ,
In. minutes had passed from the n'on-nI
Sc our arrival on the quay, though by 7
at writing it may seem that l have und'
le- estimated the time. The Agnes ia
he was as far as l could judge, about
UT mile away to the southwark, a distan
Sir which we decreased to barely tho'
l." and yards before the full strength OF
es- growing wind we brought had reach
at her. After that, however, we gain
very slowly, If at all.
he was never a good sailor, fact viii
us the long rollers soon recalled to
he remembrance. The occasional bursts
X. spray which few over us added grea
ill 70 NV discomfort, for my clothes. thou
tnr.raronf i have