The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1906-10-11
CHAPTER XvI.-(Continued.,

pa>seu INTO the mouse, While We dashed
away in pursuit. Ny cousin stuck to his
work most manfully; but age will tell
and | was a minute to the good when
stumbled into the parlor of the inn. They
had not seen Mr.. Hermann, they told
me, since lunch-time; perhaps he was
down at his boat.
"Boat-what boat?' / gasped.
why, EUR, said the landlords wife
grinning at my eagerness, ''the guild gen
tleman be mighty vond o. Failing, an he
hath hired Mark Pennyfold's moo trawl-
er, the Agnes Jane, for a matter o two
months And now L comes TO think on
1t, did hear Mary gay as how he an his
zun We're going out with Master Her
mann betwixt dree an YOUR o'clock.
/ ran down the narrow street towards
the quay. between the quaint old cot
tages, with their fish stretched out to dry,
and their nets. fshing-boots, and gear
tumbled 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 shore-going eyes 1t
threatened dirty weather.
But 1 had not time for cloud effects
There. fair in the glittering path that
the sun had daubed upon the waters, a
red-sailed fishing-boat was running close
hauled TO the sou'-westward.
'.What boat is thatT' l asked 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
Graden's. 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.
y.-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 shejtering arm of the little quay 1t
was q 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 II. 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.
$50 this is the end of your clever
plansr' ! cried, turning savagely on my
burly cousin "he has escaped again,
got clear away. What are you going to
dc? Shall we follow him?"
I'm the face of the Storm"
'.Why Motif tat - the best you can
suggest?"
You have changed, my little cousin"
said he, regarding me with kindly look,
though. indeed. my words had been un-
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
business that was better left to the DO
lice! Do you remember?
nc<o r
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.
swell! have you caught him?" she
painted
mo; there he goes" My cousin point
ed an arm at the distant sail.
isOh, thank Godv' she exclaimed earn
est,y. Il knew he was armed, ana
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 all
the dangers in the world.
"And Dr. Weston?" asked my cousin.
ssNy father is no worse; but of course
did not tell him all. He imagines that
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 / want to introduce you to him.
.sSome other time. / hope. At pres
ent this young firebrand here insists that
we should follow Marnac by sea-"
THAT is quite impossible, sir" she
said, turning upon me with an anxious
look. Il have enough experience of the
weather to know that a storm is coming.
I am certain that Sir Henry Graden will
help me to dissuade you.''
II am afraid not, Miss Weston broke
in my cousin before l could reply. 1--WE
have been ike over-eager hounds. losing
the scent by flashing forward too quick
ly. 1t must be sheer, logged hunting
now, and no more cutting of corners.
By the way, there is little fact which
perhaps one Of you can tell me-" he said,
turning to the little group that huns
behind her skirts watching US with a bu-
collie interest. did the Agnes Jane
yonder carry provisions on boardY
Surely, eur" said one who STOOD a
little forward of the rest-a stout. beard
ed man with face as brown and scanned
as withered cider apple MARK Pen
nyfold, as is owner, was telling about
this furrin gent only last night down tn
the Plough Inn-' f allowed i'm to be
q funny zort Of toad, vur e 'ad is orders
to keep a weeks vittles on board, though
the reason was passin' his understand
ing"
'.Would Pennytold take a trip to
France If he were askedY
Surely. EUR, eff e be paid accordin'
e be most mazed on the colo- of a bit
of gold Is Mark"
THAT settles it, Miss Weston" con-
tinued Grader in his short, busnesslike
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