Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-11-02
The Silver Horde By R! Re- Beach

a trife drawn-"discussed in any
way?"
You know, Emerson makes me un-
comfortable sometimes, he is SO damn
neral" Fraser replied, indirectly. HE
won't stand for anything off color. He's
a real square guy, he is. the kind you
read about
You didn't answer my question"
insisted Cherry.
Again Fraser evaded the issue.
Now, if this Marsh IL going after you
in earnest this hummer. why don't you
let me stick around here till spring
and lookout your game I'll drop a
monkey-wrench in his gearcase or put
a spider in his dumping; and it's
mor than an even shot that II him
and l got to know each other right
well. I'd own his amer before fall"
Thank you, 1 can take care of my
self" said the girl. in a tone that
closed the conversation
Late one stormy night-Constantine
had been gone a week-the two men
whom they were expecting blew in
through the binding smother, half
frozen and wellnigh exhausted with
the marks of hard ravel showing in
their sunken cheeks and In the bleed
ing pads of their dog-team. But al
though a hundred miles of impossible
trails lay behind them, Salt refused
rest or nourishment until he had
learned why Cherry had sent for him.
whats wrong?" he demanded of
her. staring with suspicious eyes at the
strangers.
As briefly as possible she outlined the
situation the while Boyd Emerson took
his measure. for no person quite like
this fisherman had ever crossed the
miners path. He saw q huge, barrel
chested creature whose tremendous
muscles bOleed beneath mis- nondescrip1
garments, whose red, outstanding bris-
tie of hair topped q leather counte-
nance from which cleaned q pair Of
the most violent eyes Emerson
had ever beheld. the dominant express
sion of which was rage. His jaw was
long, n the seams from nostril and
Lip, half hidden behind a stiff stubble,
gave il the set of granite. His hands
were gnarled and cracked from an age
long immersion in brine, his voice was
hoarse with the echo of drumming rat
lines. He might have lived forty, sixty
years. but every year had been given
to the sea. for its breath was in his
lungs, it's foaming violence was In his
blood.
As the Significance of Cherry's words
sank into his mind. the signs Of ar
unholy joy overspread the hsherman's
visage; his thick lips writhed into ar
evil grin. and his hairy paws continued
f0 onan and close huORTily
DO you mean business" he bel
lowed at Emerson.
II do"
Can You hsht?"
Yes"
"wil you dc what I tell you. or have
you got a lot of sick notions2"
No" the young nan declared. stout
". Il have no scruples; but 1 won''
do what you or anybody else tells me
TIL do what I please. 1 intend to rur
this enterprise absolutely and run +
my way"
This gang won't stop at anything,
warned Bait.
Neither will l." affirmed the other
with a scowl and a dangerous down
drawing of his lip I've go
to win, so don't waste time wondering
how far I'll go. What l want to know
Is if you will join my enterprise"
The giant uttered a mirthless
chuckle. "In give my life to it,"
81 knew you would" flashed Cherry
her eyes beaming.
And If we don't beat Willis Marsh
by God, III kill him," Bait shouted
fully capable of carrying out his threat
for his bloodshot eyes were lit will
bitter hatred and the memory of hi
wrongs was ike gall in his mouth
Turning I o the girl, he said:
Now give me something to eat. Tv'
been living on dogfash It'll my belly &
full of bones"
He ripped the ragged parka from
his back and flung It IN a scddsn heal
beside tho stove; then strcds after her