Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-06-18

the Water.
a brief hush. Then again, as they
stared questioningly into each others
eyes, it rolled family into the swamp
the deep, far baying of hound
'"Ah!" exclaimed Neil, drawing back
with a deep breath. Il thoNsht they
would do it,"
"The bloodhounds!"
Horror, not fear, sent an involun-
tary SILVER through Nathaniel.
''They can't reach u.s." assured Neil.
There was the glitter of triumph in
his eyes. "This was to have been my
way of escape after l killed Strang.
A quarter Of mile deeper in the
swamp have canoe" He picked
up the gun and box and began forcing
his way through the dense alder along
stay and murder those dogs" he called
back, "but it wouldn't be policy"
For time the crashing Of their
bodies through the dense growth of
the swamp drowned all other sound.
Five minutes later Neil stopped on the
edge Of wide bog. The hounds were
giving fierce tongue in the forest on
their left and their nearness sent
Nathaniel's hand to his pistol. Neil
saw the movement and laughed.
Don't like the sound, eh?" he said.
1--WE get used to it on Beaver island.
They're just about at the place where
they tore little Jim Schroeder to
pieces a few weeks back Schroeder
tried to kill one of the elders for steal
nights fishing trip"
He plunged to his knees in the bog.
"They caught him just before he
reached the swamp" he flung back
over his shoulder. 1.-TWO minutes
more and he would have been SAFE
Nathaniel, sinking to his knees in
the mire, forged up beside him.
Lord" he exclaimed, as breath
of air brought a sudden burst of blood
curdling cries to them. IF they'd
loosed them on us sooner"
He shivered at the terrible grimace
Neil turned on him.
Had they slipped the leashes when
we escaped, we would have been with
poor Schroeder now, Captain Plum.
BY the wayne stopped moment
to wipe the water and mud from his
face" three days after they covered
Schredder's bones with muck out
there, the elder took Schredder's wife!
She was too pretty for fisherman"
He started on, but halted suddenly
with uplifted hand. No longer could
they hear the baying of the dogs.
They've struck the creek!" said
Neil. 'Listen!"
After an interval Of silence there
came long mournful howl
"Treed-treed or in the water, that's
what the bowling means. How Croche
and his devils are bowling now!"
A curse was mingled with Neifs
breath as he forced his way through
the bog. Twenty rods farther on they
came to slime covered bit Of water
on which was floating dugout ca
noe. Immense relief replaced the
anxiety in NathanieIs face as he
climbed into it. AT that moment he
was willing to fight hundred men
for Marion's sake, but snakes and boys
and bloodhounds were entirely outside
his pale of argument and he exhibited
no, hesitation in betraying this fact to
his companion. For quarter of
mile Neil forced the dugout through
water viscid with slime and rotted
substance before the clearer channel
of the creek was reached. As they
progressed the stream constantly be-
came deeper and more navigable until
it finally began to show signs Of cur
rent and little later, under The DOW
erful impetus of Neil's paddle, the ca
noe shot from between the dense
shores into the open lake. A mile
away Nathaniel discerned the point of
forest beyond which the Typhoon was