Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-09-21

should have managed that myself. But
If / cannot see / shall at least hear"
But he deceived himself in this. The
two men spoke in such low whispers
that only their intensity was manifest.
Not a word came to Sweetwater's
ears.
BAH" he thought again, "this is
bad"
But he had to swallow his disappoint-
ment and more. For presently the two
men, SO different in culture, station
and appearance, came, as it seemed, to
an understanding, and Wellgood, TAX
ing his hand from his breast, fumbled
In one of his pockets and drew out
something which he handed to Mr..
Grey.
This made Sweetwater start and
peer with still greater anxiety at ev-
cry movement, when to his surprise
both bent forward, each over his own
knee, doing something so mysterious
he could get no clew to its nature till
they again stretched forth their hands
to each other, and he caught the CLEAN
Of paper and realized that they were
exchanging memoranda or notes.
These must have been important, for
each made an immediate endeavor to
read his slip by turning 1t toward the
moons rays. That both were satisfied
was shown by their after movements.
Wellgood put his slip into his pocket
and without further word to Mr.. Grey
motioned his men to row away. They
did so with will, leaving line of
silver in their wake. Mr.. Grey, on the
contrary, gave no orders. He still held
his slip and seemed to be dreaming.
But his eye was on the shore. and he
did not even turn when sounds from
the launch denoted that she was I'M
der way.
Sweetwater, looking at this morsel
of paper with greedy eyes, dipped his
oars and began pulling softly toward
that portion of the beach where a
small and twinkling light defined the
boathouse. He hoped Mr.. Grey would
speak; hoped that in some way, by
some means, he might obtain a clew
to his patrons thoughts. But the Eng
lish gentleman sat like an image and
did not move till slight but sudden
breeze, blowing in shore, seized the
paper in his hand and carried it away,
past Sweetwater, who vainly sought to
catch it as it went fluttering by into
the water ahead, where it shone for a
moment, then softly disappeared.
Sweetwater uttered cry; so did Mr..
Grey.
els it anything you wantedY' called
out the former, leaning over the bow
of the boat and making a dive at the
paper with his oar
Eyes; but If it's gone, it's gone" re-
turned the other with some feeling.
Careless of me, very careless, but
was thinking off,
He stopped. He was greatly agitat-
ed, but he did not encourage Sweetwa-
ter in any further attempts to recover
the lost memorandum. Indeed, such
an effort would have been fruitless.
The paper was gone, and there was
nothing left for them but to continue
their way. AS they did so 1t would
have been hard to tell in which breast
chagrin mounted higher. Sweetwater
had lost clew in thousand. and Mr..
Grey-well, no one knew what he had
lost. He said nothing and plainly
showed by his changed manner that
he was In haste to land now and be
done with this doubtful adventure.
When they reached the boathouse
Mr.. Grey left Sweetwater to pay for
the boat and started at once for the
hotel.
The man in charge had the bow of
the boat in hand, preparatory to pull