Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1908-07-24
CHAPTER XI.

"LTpIJo !" said he. What endorsed
.o9 7 had just settled down comforta-
-, m view that spout when-pluff 1
baoan TO lose track O things and my head
SroEa What was it-gas, altitude"
More likely old Pelee was up to some
ching he preferred you shouldn't see,"
lid Rreen. II know the racket turned
20 sick as a poisoned rat while I was
dragging at your leg. l know that the
natives wouldn't venture within two hum
5rpd Yards; also, that you are mortal
heavy young person"
and so you retrieved the fallen under
.bo INNS of the enemy? That was good
~ rop, Breen. 1t was, indeed"
The natives were pressing in. Darkness
-,os barinning. Breen was conscious of
q catch in his throat.
peter" said Breen quietly, 81 ran
Prom YOU this morning"
.You didn't run from me this after
noon, the which is lucky for me. Take
little touch yourself, old playmate, and
don't rot moody. One needs a pal when
onp makes such a mussy dumping-ground
n GOOD chances. The engaging Mr.. Stem
bridge never did me any harm, and all
that the newspapers could accomplish in
the minds of people at large would move
me to no deeper emotion than to say,
Dear folks be--hanged J"
Peter. if l hadn't been here, you
would be a good daylight run out on the
decent ocean by this time, with the lady ]"
please don't goad yourself further,
Breen. That matter is mine-all NINE"
I@x
was bending over him in the dusk. You
didn't force yourself upon me. You didn't
even come along by chance. l asked you
TO cruise with me. You volunteered to
tell me about yourself. l said it wasn't
necessary. This man has mind, and
he isn't a coward was the conclusion l
came to that night, and l haven't seen
fit to change my opinion"
But the LADY,"
Yes, the lady has spoken. l am done
down and out. The point is,
you didn't turn on Pelee's throttle. You're
not to blame because I'm a dub of a
lover. I'm not on sick report"
You're game, Peter" said Breen as
he helped the other into the saddle.
Not game enough to abduct one fright
ened little mother-handled girl" Consta-
bic replied.
They were riding together down the
winding trail, apart from the guides. The
lights of Ajoupa Boullion were ahead,
and the mountain carried on a frightful
drumming behind. The coiling masses of
volcanic spume miles above the craters,
generated its own fire, and, lit in the
flashes, looked like pillows of boiling steel.
Constable was very weak, and Breen rode
upon sheer nerve-nerve that men had
often wondered at.
Peter he said at length, you are
not through trying to get the lady out of
this%
ITO think that such tone and such
q question could come from the 'implaca-
bic Stembridge' ~ Constable said, with
laugh
The implacable Stembridge' was never
crucifed BEFORE" Breen answered. ''To
you and me, together, it does not vastly
matter that l am Stembridge, one of the
bigger wolves. But others have come in.
Because l am here, you stand dazed to-
night, your heart torn out. Because l
that horrible pit to-day, and lay down to
die. l have played with men and women,
Peter, but | never wrecked a white man
before, or broke the heart of friend"
hand stretched across the dark and
fell upon Breen's arm and frightened
there. Il know how you feel; but what
would you have me do?" Constable NUT
tered.
When l see a wisp of smoke on the
horizon, and know that you and the lady
and the Madame are wrapped in it"
For four days 1 have been dreaming
that dream Breen."
1t must come true this night. There
Will have been a reaction. Go there to-
night Speak to her alone. Tell her how
you came to know mellow men look at
These thlngs-that the newspaper story
was as new to you as to herself Tell
Aer OF your trip to Pelee, and how the
disorder they see and hear down in the
city looks up there at first hand !"
II was at this instant that a full-r;gged
thought sprang into Breen's brain, which
naa known but the passing of hopeless
uefeLicts throughout the day. He dared
not trust the thought to words, lest the
o'her should cancel it, but he called to
'De SuldeS to increase the pace.
an she would not listen to words of
nine Constable answered hopelessly. eff
sue mad any faith in me, words would not
Se necessary. A man knows when he Is
ceaten. l have drawn my little quietus
LOT one day. To-morrow-"
= There may not be any tomorrow for
Saint Pierre
VI course. For that matter, we might
pe Oolled out like a pair of tater-bugs
Te'ofe we can pick up a snack in Ajoupa
Dou.lon Then, again, the people may
We right, and 1 frenzied alarmist. Pc
'se IS throwing off pressure true and
SS.9dGy as a clock running down. 1t may
Se mat he'll relieve his crowded cham
oers this way"
such words, more than ANYTHING that
D1G passed, revealed the extent of Con-
I'a'es reaction. They were entering
1A!oupa Boullion, where food and fresh
MOUNTS were procurable.
=, us probably better for her that she
~ not give herself TO me-" Constable
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