Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1909-12-02

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scrutinized me with mingled indigna'
ton and interest.
seemed to puzzle him, and his gaze
swept me from head to foot several
times before he spoke. Then his eyes
flashed angrily and he took step to-
ward me.
who in the devil are you and what
do you want?'
MY name is Donovan, and don't
want anything except to get home"
Where do you come from at this
hour OF the night?"
Il am spending the summer at Mr..
Glenarm's place, near Annandale."
That's rather unlikely; Mr.. Glen.
arm is abroad. What were you doing
down there on the creek2"
Il wasn't doing anything until two
men came along to kill you and
mixed up with them and got badly
| mussed for my trouble"
He eyed me with a new interest
They came to kill me, did they?
You tell good story, Mr.. Donovan"
Quite So was standing on the
deck of the houseboat, or whatever 1t
| is"
Where you had no business to
| be"
Granted. I had no business to be
there; but / was there and came near
getting killed for my impertinence, as
| have told you. Those fellows rowed
up from the direction of the lake. One
of them told the other to call you to
| your door on the pretense of summon
ing aid for a broken motor car of
| there in the road. Then he was to
! stab You. The ASSASSIN was an Ital.
ian. His employer spoke to him In
that tongue. | happen to be ac-
| quainted with it."
You are very accomplished per
son." he observed, dryly.
He walked up to me and felt my
pockets.
who fired that pistol?"
'"The man In charge Of the expedi
| ton. The Italian was trying to Enfe
me on the deck, and l broke away
| from him and ran. His employer had
| gone back to the boat for safety and
he took a crack at me as ! ran across
the platform. It's not the fault OF
either that I'm not quite out of bust
ness"
An inner door back Of me creaked
| slightly. My captor swung round at
the sound.
20 Rosalind! It's all right. A gen.
| tleman here lost his way and I'm Civ.
| ing him his bearings"
The door closed gently, and heard
the sound of steps retreating through
the cottage. / noted the anxious look
in Holbrook's face as he waited for
the sounds to cease; then he ad-
dressed me again.
"Mr. Donovan, this is a quiet neigh
borhood, and l am a peaceable man,
whose worldly goods could tempt no
one There were undoubtedly others
besides yourself down there at the
creek, for one man couldn't have
made all that row; but as you are the
| one / caught / must deal with you.
But you have protested too much; the
idea of Italian bandits on Tippecanoe
| creek is creditable to your magma
ton, but it doesn't appeal to my com.
mon sense. l don't know about your
being guest at Glenarm house
even that Is fimsy. A guest in the
absence of the host is just little too
fanciful. I'm strongly disposed to
take you to the calaboose at Tippe.
canoe village"
Having been In Jail several times In
different parts of the world was not
anxious to add TO my experiences In
that direction. Moreover, hal come
to this lonely house on the Tippeca-
noe to gain information touching the
movements of Henry Holbrook, and
did not relish the idea of being thrown
into country Jail by him. resolved
to meet the situation boldly.
You seem to. accept my word re.
luctantly, even after / have saved you
from being struck down at your own
door. Now will be frank with you.
/ had purpose in coming here"
He stepped back and folded his arms.
Yes, thought So" He looked
ABOUT uneaslly, Defore MS eyes met
mine. His hands beat nervously on
his sleeves as he waited, and re-
solved to bring matters to an issue by
speaking his name.
Il know who you are, MT. Hol.
brook"
His hands went into his pockets
again, and he stepped back end
laughed.
You are a remarkably bad guesssr,
Mr.. Donovan. II you had visited me
by daylight instead of coming like a
thief at midnight, you would have
saved yourself much trouble. My
name is displayed over the outer gate
am Robert Hartridge, the canoe
| maker"
CTo BE .coNTINUED.)