Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-12-08
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 a richer scarlet on the
sails of the trawlers huddled beneath
the sheltering arm of the little quay. 1t
was a scene that rises before me, as
write, with a curious detail, though, in
deed, at the time | took ne 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 / 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.
80 this is the end of your clever
plansp l cried, turning savagely on my
burly cousin. ''4e has escaped again.
got clear away. What are you going to
do? Shall we follow himf'
''In the face of the Storm"
'Why motif Tat is the best you can
suggest
You have changed, my little cousin"
isaid he, regarding me with a 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"
I Don't We waste time?' said l.
Perhaps. All! here she comes-ius
the thing for which l was hoping"
Running down the village street cam,
Miss Weston, with three or four mel
behind her. We met her at the entrance
to the quay.
well! have you caught him?" sh
painted,
mo; there he goes" My cousin point
ed an arm at the distant sail.
"Oh, thank God" she exclaimed earn
'estly. Il knew he was armed, and
was so afraid for the brave men who ha
saved my father and me-
She looked from one to the other q
us with an honest gratitude in her eye
that to me seemed worth the risk of a
the dangers in the world.
And DIR. WestonT' asked my cousin
my father is no worse; but of cours
II did not tell him all. He imagines tina
Il was annoyed by some tramp, and d,
.clares he will have man about tn
cottage in the future. You and you
friend must come back with ME. S
Henry. l want to introduce you to him.
"Some other time, l hope. At pre-
ent this young frebrand here insists thl
we should follow Marnac by sea-"
THAT is quite impossible, sir" 81
said. turning upon me with an anxiol
look. Il have enough experience of II
weather to know that a storm is comm
/ am certain that Sir Henry Graden W
help me to dissuade YOU"
II am afraid not, Miss Weston" broI
In my cousin before | could reply. "N
have been like oyer-eager hounds. losil
the scent by flashing forward too Quic
,ly. 1t must be sheer, logged huntil
now. and no more cutting off corner
BY the way, there is a little fact WIFI
perhaps one of you can tell me" he sal
turning to the little group that hu
behind her skirts watching us with b
collie interest. Ibid the Agnes ia
yonder carry provisions on boardT
"Surely, EUR" said one who stood
little forward of the rest--a stout bear
ed man with a face as broEn and seam
Aas withered cider apple. '2lark IL
nyfold, as is owner, was telling abe
>this Turin gent only last night down