The Red Cloud chief., 1907-07-19
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u WHISKY anu SOuu, Olu Cnup, lou look
n bit tired"
every good of you. I think I WILL"
Andrew answered. "And, George, are
you sure that l should not be putting
you out at all If l were to ~stay-say
another couple Of days-with your
Duncombe wheeled round and faced
his friend. His reply was not immedi-
ate.
ANDREW" he said, "you know very
well that l haven't a pal in the world
I'd sooner have here than you for just
as long as you choose to stay, but-for-
give me If l ask you n question. Is
II because you want to watch Miss
Fielding that you have changed your
mind?'
"That has a good deal to do with 1t,
George" Andrew said quietly. "If l
left without meeting that young lady
again l should be miserable. want to
hear her speak when she does not
know that any one is listening"
Duncombe crossed the room and laid
his hand upon the others shoulder.
ANDREW, old fellow" he said, 81
can't have II. ! can't allow even my
best friend to spy upon Miss Fielding.
You see-Tve come n bit of Il cropper.
Quick work, l suppose, you'd say. But
I'm there all the same"
"Who wants to spy upon Miss Field
ing?" Andrew exclaimed hoarsely.
"She can be the daughter of n multi
millionaire or u penniless ~adventurer
for all / care. All l want is to be sure
that she isn't Phyllis Poynton."
You are not yet convincedf'
mo"
There was n moments silence. Dun
coimbe walked to the window and re-
turned.
ANDREW" he said, doesn't what |
told you just now-make a ~diffcrence?'
Andrew groaned.
"Of course 1t would he answered.
'but-I'm fool enough to feel the same
about Phyllis Poynton.'
Duncombe, in the full glow of SEN
satlons which seemed to him to give II
larger ana more wonderful outlook on
life, felt his sympathies suddenly
awakened. Andrew Pelham, his Old
chum. sitting there with his huge, dis
figuring glasses and bowed head, was
surely the prototype of all that was
pathetic. He forgot all his small irri.
tation mt the others obstinacy. He re-
membered only their long years of
comradeship and the tragedy which
doomed over the life of his chosen
friend. Once more his arm rested
upon his shoulder.
I'm Il selfish brute, Andrew" he
said. "Stay rs long rs you please and
get this idea out Of your brains. I'm
trying to get Miss Fielding ana her ia
Their down here. and if / can manage
II anyhow III leave you two alone,
and You shall talk as long rs you like.
Come, Wei have Il drink together now
and II pipe afterward."
He walked across to the sideboard.
where the glasses and dccantcrs We're
arranged. Then for the first time he
saw upon the tray awaiting him II tele-
gram. He gave II little exclamation
as h tore 1t open, Andrew looked up.
"What Is It, George?" he asked. "A
telegram"
Duncombe stood with his eyes glued
upon the oblong strip of paper. a
curious pallor had crept into his face
from underneath the healthy tan of
his complexion. Andrewl sightlesS
though he was. seemed to feel the pres
ence In the room of some exciting in
1uence, He rose TO his feet and moved
softly across to the sldeboard.
SIS II n telegram, GeorgeT' he wills,
pered hoarsely. Read it to me. Is II
Prom Spencer?'
effort.
IT'S nothing" he answered, with a
little laugh in which all the elements
of mirth were lacking, nothing ut all
n note from Heggs, my head keeper
about some poachers. Confound the
fellow"
Andrews hand was suddenly upon
the sideboard. travelling furtlvely acros,
Its shining surface. Duncombe watch
ell II with n curious sense of fasclna
lion, He felt altogether powerless Il
interfere. He was simply wonderin.
how long ii would be before those long
powerful fingers seized upon what they
sought. He might even then hay,
swept aside the envelope, but he Eel
no inclination TO do 50. The finger.
were moving slowly but surely. Final
ly with a little grab they seized upol
ii. Then there vas another momen'
OF suspense. Slowly the hand wa,
withdrawn. Without a seconds warn
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