The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-10-03

going to throw, II at us fellows only |
few yards away.
When he went tumbling backwards !
down amongst the thorns. another took |
his place and another and another.
each one of 'em standing up agin that /
big. astonished moon for lust minute |
before they went tumblng backwards. |
II looked as if God was showing us |
thing and we wouldn't believe. The
last few Fought wish they all had. |
The moon climbed up higher and high.
err after that, like as II It wanted to
get a good look ab us. 1t stared at us
the whole night through. and we
cursed / can see EN- now--nothing
in their hands"
You shouldn't think Of It," I re.
marked. settling myself in the uncom.
Portable bunk
The evening before we sighted Ten.
erlffe, the Italian raised an objection
TO lIealy's stories The mind of the
sun-tanned giant was unusually fe.
cund. lie dragged ont horrors in end.
less procession--bare gaunt horrors
brought to life by the days of inaction
and the fierce tropical heat. The
Italian glanced nervously at Healy
and mentioned the doctor
Cruckshank laughed. Nonsense"
he SAID, Let him go ahead, it eases
his mind to tell them 10 us"
But the italian cursed. The verbal
tabloids We're beginning TO affect his
nerves.
Cut there" said Heoly, waving his
hand westward, we"
"out where?' Interrupted Beere.
The story-teller was silent a minute,
then went on, Ignoring the questioner.
who tried to find the locality of the
incident that was under review In
Healy's mind. "Out there we, Hor.
witt, Fenelon and !, went after four
of them that had escaped Got
ahead of them and caught them as
they were fording the Llmperi above
the big falls. We just pushed em off
with long saplings and kept them
drifting till the suck from the cataract
caught their logs. HOrwitz sang out
good bye but they didn't hear. Water
dropped hundred feet-roar like"
The Italian cursed. you turn me
cold" he cried angrily.
Healy was excited, but we quieted
him, and after a time ne fell asleep.
Next day Tenerlfre came up out Of
the ocean, line of small, fat clouds
hanging like necklace round its bare
breast. The heat was sitting. We
ohurned slowly along till we were
abreast of the pink, chrome and pale
blue splashes that mark Santa Cruz.
We six from our cabin went ashore
| together, but In the confusion at the
| landing jetty we were separated from
| Healy. much TO the delight of the
| Italian.
Near midnight we found Healy in q
little wine bodega near the Plaza. He
was acting peculiar, hut he was not
! drunk. Sometimes one gets intoHi-
] Gated in tropical places without drink.
| ing to excess. We rambled through
the velvety night, through the narrow
streets where the faint tinliling OF gui.
tars came to one like colored threads
of sound twisted into the darkness,
The angry Italian stalkcd In front;
ITealy was still resurrecting those
horrors of the dark land that we had
left behind.
Stumbling back. to the jetty in the
| early morning the wanderer was at
my side.
Might like this" he murmured,
we struck that crowd with old Ger
Iatz-"
ooh. shut up cried angriy. Eight
horrors a day for two weeks had my
nerves in a bad state,
"Twasnt our fault" he mumbled
"they-"
shut up" yelled, ] pushed him
| towards Cruickshanlt, and walking
swiftly. | overlook the italian.
The clattering winches were hauling
up the last loads when We got aboard
and tumbled lazily into our berths
| Healy spoke like 4 man under the in
nuence of drug, and l determined to
| speak to the purser on the following
day.
It must have. been two hours later
when | awoke. Healy was tapping me
on the shoulder and pointing towards
the portfolio under which the Italian
was slumbering peacefully. A big
moon looked over the water line and
threw splash Of silver right across
the sea-
whats up?" | asked sleepily.
Healy didn't answer. | rubbed my
eyes and looked at him. He had his
revolver Ieveled at the portfolio.
What is it," ! gasped.
There they are" he mumured
They've jerked their guns away, but
we don't want prisoners"
Lay down, you fool cried.
glanced again at the porthoie; a piece
OF rope hanging from the poop deck
swept backwards and forwards across
the face of the moon.
That's the second yelled Healy
firing as the rope drifted by.
Cruiekshank and } sprang at him
but he lodged and rushed up on the
deek. firing wildly as he ran, We
were moving, but the lights Of Santa
Cruz were still visible, and before We
could Intercept him he had sprung
overheard and disappeared
| Altar an hour of fruitless searching