The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-03-11

It suddenly struck him that some
leaven of insanity might Turk behind
the fierce. bird-like aspect. No wonder
his followers obeyed him at the run.
His generosity and vengeance were out
of all proportion to the deserving.
Some day." said Gevil-Hay abrupt
ly, they win resent this kind of thing
There are many ways; they might be-
tray you, and then"
Don @. gave him a poisonous glance.
81 have made provision for that also;
but, no, senior, when die. 1t shall be In
my own manner and of my own will,
and he relapsed again into musing.
It was then that Gevil-Hay found
himself wishing his ransom might ar
rive in full. and wishing it with fervor.
In few minutes Don O. spoke again.
IF you own a dog, he may love you;
but q pack of wolves are kept in order
with the lash. These" he waved his
hand toward the cleaning campfires in
the hollow, ARE wolves. Also many
men desire to join us-rr1any more than
l care to take. So you perceive, senior,
l can afford to lose a few who offend
me-"
So the days wore on, but one even
ing there was a new development.
Gevil-Hay was allowed to wander at
large about the glen, and on this occa-
sion, after an ugly climb, he arrived at
the head of a deep and narrow cleft in
the higher rocks, along the bottom Of
which a faint track was visible AS he
surveyed it with an involuntary
thought of escape, he heard his name
mentioned. Of course it was some hid
den sentinel, but he was surprised when
the man repeated his call in the same
low voice, for Don Q.'s men were usu-
allv sCllen.
What do YOU want?" asked Gevil-
Hav after a little hesitation.
THE thing say must be forever be-
tween US two alone. You can help us:
we can help you. That is the reason
speak. No. senior, stay where you are.
II you promise 1 viii show YOU my
face"
y promise nothing
"Ah, that is because you have not
heard. Is it not true that my lord of
the sierra is taking from you all your
riches2"
Yes
And you. like the rest of US. would
do something to save them? Is not
that also SOP"
ct may be-"
Then do it, 1t is but a little thing,
and in the doing should taste sweet.
You will not betray me?"
''As have not seen you 1 cannot"
but you will not?"
NO"
Then take it. senior. Here. look up
toward the lentisco.''
In the warm gloom of the 1entiscO
shrub something cold and Ominous
7 assed from hand TO hand, and Gevil-
Hays fingers closed on the butt of a
revolver.
You mean to kill him?" he said
slowly.
A laugh was the answer, and words
followed the laugh.
yes. for YOU have the opportunity.
Then you shall go free, for we hate
him y
"And you?"
There was another laugh.
"A pardon, and the blood money be-
tween US. Now GO
And ii cannot be denied that in the
soft southern dusk Charles Gerald
was horribly TEMPTED. He
stood there in the silence and wrestled
with the temptation. Arguments came
to him freely. BY firing that. shot he
would be serving his kind as well as
himself TOrmented with thoughts. he
slid back into the glen and walked
across the short. hard grass toward
the terrace. He passed by the fires
round which the men were gambling.
Lean columns of smoke rose into the
higher air, strange cries filed the glen,
for the representatives played high.
and each voice rose and fell with its
pCSsessOr's luck.
He mounted the slOping path to the
terrace Don O., unsuspecting. was
within the cave reading letters beside
a clean lamp. How easy. Gevil-Hay
stood outside in the herb-sCented dark
ness and watched him. On the one
co1zId look fcr-xx-a ri
to a life of comfort at the least; and
who could tell what else the future
held? On the other hand, hideOus
beggary in smoky, fish-scented lodg-
ings, an existence worse than death!
And in the night the mans honor
wrestIed with he mans temptations of
expediency.
Presently he went in. Don @. scowled
at him and threw him an English news
payer. 1t was fourteen days old, and
cot one which Gevil-Hay was wont to
buy when at home: but in the whirl
of his thoughts he fed to it as to a
refuge. He was about to open it, hold
ing it at arms length for the purpose,
when his glance lit upon notice IN
the obituary column.
.sHertford.-On March 10. suddenly, |
at Frame hall, Franebridge, George
Chigwell Aberstone Hartford, eldest
son of he late"
He folded the paper with mathemat-
ical precision and read two columns of
without seeing word
Of what he read.
So George Hartford was dead at
last! And Helen-free..
Don O. looked furtively at him under
the shadow of his wide hat, and saw
that FL Palido, as the men called him,
was sitting there more white and more
statuesque than ever. His eyes-we
blank and set BY his tense attitude
Don O. knew that some struggle was
going on within the Eng1ishman's
mind, and his own face filed with an
ominous light as he glanced at one of
his letters.
.sSenor." he said aloud. in a changed
voice. news of your ransom has come. |
Eighteen thousand dollars. / said $780,
D00"
Gevil-Hay started slightly. controlled
himself and said unconcernedly:
"And SOP
ssAnd so, senior. / am prepared to
stand by my side of the bargain" re-
piled the chief with a poisonous polite |
ness. AT the rising of the moon nine |
tenths of you shall go free from the
hc al of oT7Y- eleF7f''