Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-08-09

thought. He wanted to blow the last
contamination Of humanity out of him
self. He was done with men. Even
the girls OBTAINING touch he had
brushed OF almost fearfully. The feel
ing he found slipping into his mind
regarding her, the force of her chal-
lenge to return to the world again,
drove him. by revulsion. farther than
the credulous, unfounded suspicion OF
the two men.
He meant to go. He would have
gone-et any rate. have started, had
not a small thing checked him-the
most vagrant of natures caprices-a
shift In the direction Of the wind.
In order to steer the course he want
ed he must fly higher. and in gaining
that necessary altitude, up a long. easy
gradient. he cut a great circle inland.
Circling thus, he found himself pres
emily looking straight down upon the
shore party from the yacht.
BY that time the exercise of his power
Of flight had stsadied him, as it always
did. He was so far above them there.
so completely detached from them, that
there could be no harm in soaring for
a while and watching them. That was
the way, at least. that he had ex-
planned his having done SO etthe time.
He would not have admitted then that
the touch Of that girls hand upon his
arm had anything to do with It.
He went on watching them with a
quickly enIivened curiosity. when he
saw that the man who acted as guide
to the score Of people from the yacht
was clad in skins, as the party OF men
had been who had murdered Hunter.
OF that murder these people who were
folowing him, of course knew moth
ing.
Wherein the world, Cayley wondered,
could he be guiding them. Well, there
was no hurry. He would stay and see.
So he hung there. laziiy. for W or
three hours, in the bright, capricious
air. His mind was only about half
occupied with the toiling little clump
of men below him, who struggled on so
slowly, so ludicrously slowly, from one
ridges crest to the next.
OF those other men. his w accusers
the two Fanshaws-he thought very
little, either. The Importance Of their
charges and their insults faded out.
But the girl kept her place. She
would always keep her place, he mag
ined. in his memories. He went over,
in minute detail, the hour he had had
with her upon the ice-fioe; smiled over
the effort he had had to make TO con-
vince her that she was not dreaming:
remembered how she had commented
upon the contempt he must have had
for the world.
Then. more reluctantly. he summon
ed back the scene Just enacted upon the
Aurora's deck; recalled the touch upon
his arm, and the challenge which he
had Just fed from; recalled, last OF all,
her declaration OF faith in him. Sod
den. stupid, cruel, bfind"-those words
did not apply to her, at any rate. He
wished that she had wings. And then
abruptly dismissed the wish. or tried
to.
He had sighted the cu~p-shaped val
ley which Roscoe called Fog Lake
when the little party, who were max
ing their Unconscious way toward il,
were still a mile or two away. He
himself was slow to perceive that il
was their destination. He did not fully
realize 1t, in fact, until he saw them
disappear at the edge of it. Even then
he waited a while. in expectation of
seeing them emerge along another OF
the slanting ridges which seemed to
offer a practicable trail.
When it became evident at last that
they were not coming out hat way
he wheeled about and set out in the
direction of the yacht. He was flying
across the glacier on his way seaward
when he encountered The relief ex
petition, headed by old Mr.. Fanshaw
and Scales, the first oficer. The re1ec-
ton that In order to send out sc
numerous a party they must have left
the yacht almost deserted gave him
his first intuitive perception Of Ros-
GOES design.
He hung suspended above their heads
for a moment or two, in the grip OF
a painful conflict OF emotion. Sod
den, blind. cruel. :" He had prom