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

1t was not perfectly dark. The faint
blue flame of the oil-burner began
slowly to bring out the objects in the
room, as his eyes adjusted themselves
more to the darkness.
The man who the moment before had
laughed out the vile, triumphant taunt
now began to tremble and sweat. Fol
the girl was not there.
He stood where he was for q little
while, drawing deep breaths to steady
himself. She must be there-must be
hiding somewhere in the shadows. She
could not have got out. There was no
way out
He moved forward, cropping in the
dark. but stopped when he felt the
pressure of the table across his thighs.
He could do nothing without a light.
He would relight the candle, first of
all, and then he would find her.
He took a bit of flint. a nail and a
rope of tow from his pocket He
struck a spark, but it failed to kindle
the tow.
It was at that Instant that Philip
alighted.
Philips stratagem was a perfectly
r~udimentary one, and 1t was an in
stinot rather than a conscious plan
that suggested 1t. His mind did not
pause to draw even the most grimly
obvious inference from the fact that It
was Roscoe's hand which held the flint
and steel here In the pilot-house.
He knew hat the next thing to do
was to kill him; and he fully expected
to do it-though almost equally to be
killed himself In the process.
His calling Jeanne's name the second
time, telling her to wait and that he
would make the light for her, would
enable him. probably, to get within
striking distance Of Roscoe, before
Roscoe attacked him.. The man would
think he had him at his mercy.
Philip sprang clear of his planes,
left them as they were there at the
tunnel-mouth, and walked steadily up
toward the pilot-house door.
Roscoe, on hearing his voice for the
first time. had dropped the articles
which encountered his hands and
CROPPED on the table for the revolver.
Before he could put his hand on 1t
Cayley spoke the second time.
At that. wanting no weapon conf
lent that he needed none, his great
hands aching for the feel of the sky
mans flesh within their grasp, he
moved a step nearer the door and
waited.
He saw Philip cross the threshold,
unseeing-suspecting. apparently, moth
ing; saw him, at last, within hands
reach.
Just as he touched him he uttered a
sobbing oath, and his great hands
fI4oul o. Dtt1tp,, Ir.tfa hod afr1,Clr
through, clean to the hilt, and Just
below the heart.
The effect of the shock was only
momentary. With a yell Of rage be
sprang upon Cayley, crowded him back
against the wall, tore at him blindly,
like a wild meast, and finally getting
Philips right forearm fairly in the
grip of both hands he snapped 1t like
a pipe-stem.
In a moment Cayley got round be.
hind him and with the crook of his
good arm round Roscoe's neck he sue
ceeded in forcing him to release his
grip and in throwing him heavily.
AS he lay his body projected through
the doorway, out into the tunnel.
Philip left him huddled there and
went back to the table. He found
Roscoe's flint and steel beneath his
hand; but 1t was a full minute before
he could summon his courage to strike
a light. for the differences ron Ros-
GOES presence here in the pilot-house
began to crowd upon him now. grim
and horrible. But he struck a spark
at last, lighted the candle and looked
about.
The reaction of relief turned him,
for a moment, giddy. as the glance
about the room convinced him that
what he feared worst had not hap
pened. But another thought occurred
to him, almost at once, when he saw
that the cover had been removed from
the top of the ice chimney.
In his mind, Of course, that repre-
scented the way Roscoe had come.
What II Jeanne, unable for some rea-
son to defend herself, had chosen, as
the lesser evil, to fling herself yer
the cliff from the tunnel-mouth7
The moment he thought Of that he
went out into the tunnel. stepping