Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-09-05

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across Roscoe's body to do so. He
went to the edge and looked over, but
1t was too dark to see. The light of
the aurora which still blazed IN the
sky dazzled his eyes, without lighting
the surface of the world below.
He must go down there, in order to
be sure. He had not stopped to furl
his planes when he alighted, and they
had wedged themselves sideways into
the tunnel. still extended and so ready
for flight in an emergency.
He righted them and slipped his
arms through the loops that awaited
them. He stood for a moment, testing
the right wing tentatively. There was
a play about 1t that he did not under
stand. So far as he could see nothing
was broken. The fact that 1t was his
own arm did not occur to him.
He was just turning to dive off the
cliff-head, when. suddenly, he saw the
great form of the man he had supposed
to be dead, rise and rush upon him.
Philips knife had, indeed, inflicted a
mortal wound. but q man of Roscoe's
physique let's go of life slowly. He was
bleeding to death, internally, but the
process was, probably, retarded by his
huddled position, as he lay there in the
tunnel.
So he had lain still and awaited his
chance. Cayley was standing quite at
the edge of the cliff. and the mans mo-
mentum carried him over. His clutch
ing hands grasped Cayley's shoulders,
and they went down together, over six
hundred feet of empty space.
For Cayley the space was all too lit
tie. AS they went wei he thought that
he and his gigantic enemy were going
down TO death together. Instinctively,
and much Quicker than a man can
think, he swept his great fan-tail for
ward and flung himself back in an at
tempt to correct the balance destroyed
by the great weight that was clinglng
to his shoulders.
They were, of course, bound to go
down. Neither his strength nor the area
of his planes was sufficient to support
them both in the air. But in the posi-
ton into which he had flung himself
they would go down a little more slowly.
He would gain, perhaps, a precious sec-
ond more.
Blu he did not waste even an inf
Intestinal moment in any struggle
against the force of gravity.
Twice, with all his might, he sent his
left fist crashing against the face. the
staring. horrible face, that confronted
his own. But still hat c~onvulsive,
dying grasp held fast.
They were no more than a bare two
hundred feet above the Ice. With a SUI
preme effort, an effort whose sudden
ness awaited it better than its strength,
he wrenched hfmsalf free and the great
weight dropped off. Another effort. the
instantaneous exertion of every unce
of force he possessed, corrected the sud-
den change Of balance and prevented
him from falling, like the great, inert
mass he had just cast off.
Trembling, exhausted. he managed tc
blunder around in a half-cirole, slante6
down inland and stumbled to a landing
on the beach. not fifty yards from the
ice-clad ruins of the hut.
AS he did so, the thought was in hi,
mind that during his struggle in the
air, with Roscoe, he had heard a cry
which neither he nor his antagonis
had uttered.
The perception came to him as g
memory. and in memory 1t seemed to be
Jeanne's voice.
Now, unless his wits were wandering
he heard it again. and it called his
name. He was half i~ncredulous of Its
reality, even as he answered 1t. But
the next moment, before he could extri-
cate himself from his planes, or ever
attempt to get to his feet, he felt the
pressure OF her body, as she knelt oveI
him.