Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-06

and more quietly without one. But if Mr..
Slade could lend me a gun, I'd feel lot
more comfortable with that"
Certainly. my boy, certainly. You shall
have my Winchester and | believe i can
scare up revolver somewhere
You are very good l have a revolver
already, but it's only useful to me as a
sort of knuckleduster. / couldn't hit
haystack with it ten yards off. Same with
the rife; I've never used one. But where
was brought up in Wharfedale, you see,
the governor had some glebe and his in
come was small. We mostly lived on rab
bits and a few grouse in the season, and
so you see | learned to be pretty useful
with a shot gun
S!ade handed a weapon. There you
are. That's double twelve-bore hammer
gun, and both barrels are cylinders It's
an early Holland and was a swell tool in its
day, which was some time ago"
Thank you very much, l hope l shan't
under my arm. When you've lived most of
your life in the country, you miss going
out with a gun. Well, now, I'll say good
by"
Wait a minute till we've called up your
( boy. I'll shout from the veranda.'
Don't, please" said Carter, remember
ing that on all previous occasions when
trouble foreboded White-Man's- Trouble
|, disappeared. He did not wish to call
Lauras attention more than necessary to
the risks of the journey. I'D far rather
go alone
"Oh. Carter said the voice of the Kroo-
boy from the darkness outside, then you
plenty dam fool. / say | lib for come
with you to MALTA Nulla. You no fit to go
by your lone"
They looked out through the lit doorway
and saw the yeloWS of White Mans
Troubles eyes and the CLEAN of his teeth
which latter were eclipsed when he finished
his speech, leaving the eyes alone to tell
of his whereabouts.
Now, that's real stout boy of yours.
Carter the trader said. Hi you, come
in. You fit for peg?'
Il fit for a bottle" said White-Man's-
Trouble. who looked nipped and gray when
he stood up in the lamplight. Poor fell
low, he thought he was going to certain
death with perhaps torture as addition,
nut when II came to a pinch, and the white
man led, he screwed up his pluck to follow.
So at last the pair of them set off quietly
into the shadows. Two handshakes We're
all the farewell. but there soft some
thing in Laura's eyes that sent queer thrills
down George Carriers spine. Slade himself
saw them through the outer line of the
sentries. and warned those enthusiasts
not to fire on them should they presently
return; and dozen yards away from
those sentries they melted into the warm
blackness of the African night.
Up on the veranda of the factory Laura
Slade leaned over the rail and listened to
the beating of her own heart. She strained
her eyes and she strained her ears along
the line of mysterious phosphorescence
which marked the beach, but no trace or
hint did she get of how it Jared with the
man she loved. Once only during that
watch did she hear a sound which she
took to be a distant gunshot, and then,
din, din, as though two other shots follow
ed il. Then the roar of the surf and the
night noises of Africa closed in again, and
for safety or hurt Carter had passed be-
yond her reach
Kate will like that man. she said to
herself. and then she shivered little II
wonder If Kate will take him away from
me?"
CHAPTER w.
The Beach by Moonlight.
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