Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-12-31

maps in this search Of ours tonight
Anyway. while you work one l can
work the other"
She nodded. picked up the journal
and crossed over with 1t to another
Of the bunks. There she seated her.
self. tucked her feet up comfortably
under her. tailor-fashton. and. prop
ping her chin upon one palm. began to
read. The light coming from behind
her made. to Cayley's vision. misty
halo Of her hair. and played softly
over the cheek and the fingers that
were half embedded in Il.
The sight Of her made It hard foe
him TO stick to his MAYS. But present
" 10 looked uD With . sudden Ques
ton. DO you hspDsn - aAA any.
thing" he began. ana then broke -
shortly.
From her face. half-shaded q h
was. he could sec that what she had
been reading just then was no mere
description Of this land upoa which
they had been east away. but some
thing far more personal to the lathes
she had lost here.
There's something perfectly terri
tying" she said. about fathers de-
scription Of this man Roscoe. Over
here near the end, before the SUE
came hack to them. he tells of goins
out for . walk by himself and OF dis.
covering that Roscoe was stalking
him. in the hope. he thought, Of dis
covering, in advance of the others,
where the gold ledge was. In the twt
light, father says, he looked. in his
white bear-skins, perfectly enormous
and incredible. And Philip"
She closed the book, holding 1t tight
In both hands. and leaning forward Q
little as she went on, and Philip. his
description sounds-oh, suppose its
silly. but it sounds like the thing
thought saw today when was alone
there on the beach, before you came
flying down out of the sky. It didn't
look like q bear. 1t wouldn't have
been SO dreadful if 1t had"
Its possible" he said gravely, 'it
may have been he whom l frightened
OF when came down last night Ger.
tainly there was somebody, and that
somebody may still be here on shore,
though supposed he had gone out to
join In the attack on the yacht. But
it's very strange. II there is any one,
day without encountering him"
The girl shivered; then. with .
shake of her head AZ II Diminishing the
uncanny thought from her mind, said:
You started to ask me about some
thing else. and I interrupted
1t took him q moment to collect his
thoughts. "Oh, yes. There's some
thing marked here on this map which
took at first for the location OF the
hut. but it appears now that it was
marked before they built it. wonder
II. IN the early pages of the journal,
thee was description Of any natural
formation about here like a cave.
or"
She made as II to open the book.
then. suddenly. changed her intention
and held 1t out to him. instead.
Il haven't been playing fair" she
said. II wasn't really looking for any.
thing. was just reading stories and
dreaming over them. It's his hand.
writing, think, that makes it 50 hard
to be good. Its-weu, almost like
hearing his voice. Won't you work
the book and the maps and give me
something to do-wfth my hands,
mean?-oh. know I'm tired. but that
doesn't matter"
Cayley's first impulse was to refuse,
but 1t needed only one thoughtful look
into her face to convince him that the
kindest, ~ well a. the wisest, thing
was to do a. she asked. An uncanny
horror of the monstrous Roscoe and
the appalling idea that he, and per.
haps others Of his gang, might b
sharing the solitude Of this frozen
coast with them was plainly % 20
read In her eyes. and her own pre-
scription for dispelling 1t was prob
ably the best that could be thought Of.
With nod Of assent. he rose and
went into the storeroom. returning the
next moment with an armtul Of heavy
rope.
I'm the old days Of wooden ships.s
he said. when they wanted - dissi.
pine sailor, they set him to picking
oakum. Next to pounding rust Of the
anchor, it's the Aullest job In the
weird. But We need sons. for calling
up the cracks In our walls. Do you
mindf"
"Mind!" she echoed. Did yeu thi1k
I wanted to do emhroideryf'
Ne showed her how the work was -
b done. end IN ave minutes che was
busily engaged ct It. She had moved
to another bunk. . little further from
the hre. and he. with innocent artidce,
had contrived that the big soft sleep
lng-bag sAould be spread out under
her.
Meanwhile he plunged into sys-
etmatic search. through journal and
maps. for the thing that was to spell
either dfo or death for them.
At tho end Of an hour he looked up
Duddenly. An exclamation Of triumph
On his lips. But 1t the sight Of her. It
died out In = smile. She had slipped
down On the sleeping bag. her head
cradled IN the crook Of one arm. And
shs was fast asleep.
CHAPTER XIV.
Discoveries.
Tho .dnlight Of another crystalline
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