Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-22
Copyright. 1900. 1910.
By the Success Company

not have been utterly without effect. but
still intent on their original design.
Cayley watched them as they trudHed
away. Then. with sudden determinao
ton. again took wing and flew, az FAST
as long slant down the wind would
carry him. back to Fog lake. Across its
gray, and now darkening. surface he
skinned. this way and that, finally
catching the thing he hoped for-tha
sound of human voices coming uf
through the fog.
He was under no delusion as TO the dan
ger of the thing he contemplated. \ dive /,
into water of uncertain depth and bottom
was safe in comparison. because water
would check the downward rush of the
entering body: its buoyancy would offer
means of returning to the air again.
The fog had had no more supporting
power than the air itself. 1t was mask
across the face OF danger and that was
all. But there were men down there.
men he had set out to save: SO. with a -
long. steadying breath or two, he allowed
himself to go drifting down. NJ.
The secret of Fog lake which had baf-
fed Capt. Fielding and the Walrus
people alike was simple enough, once ond
steam and hot water from somewhere,
too far down in the bowels of the earth
for earness to poles or equator to make
any difference, filled the deep little val-'
ley with warm moist air. which tho
colder air above constantly condensed +,
and constantly preciptated. The situa--
ton similar to that occa sionally
found in small lakes, where the warmer
and lighter water Is at the bottom, held
|. there, and balanced 1t were, by the
heavier and colder water upon the sur1i.
face. The sides of the valley were
granite polished to an almost CLASSY
surface by the constant drip of the filmi
of water which trickled down its Sides
. OF anything like vegetation in this dis
/ NAL place there was no sign what
ever. The bottom of it. an area of two
deep canals and interlacing ridges. -.
Before Cayiey could make out the hgI,.
ures of the men below him, he heard p !,
sudden cry of terror, and checked his.
descent. The voice had cried out in
/; foreign tongue sounding like Spanish: ,
enough like Spanish at least, for him to
understand
The Angel of Death" it cried. Il
will confess-confess everything
And then swiftly. in that same sbii-r
ant, explosive tongue. the confession
poured forth-a confession now SO amply,
justified by what had happened since.
All the while ii went on Cayfey hung
! there. now rising little, now flying
but always with the portentous shadow,
of those great dark wings of his spread
out above the terrified Portuguese and
his only less frightened companions. ..
They told Cayley afterward that when
he had finished speakng-he had made
the confession on his knees-he rose,
with face like blind man or SOM
nambulist, and, before he could be pre-
vented, walked straight off the edge Of
the narrow ridge where they were stand-
ing. He went down without cry. with :
out sound. Whatever his reward waSr
to be, he had gone to il.
When Cayley succeeded in finding a
spot where he could alight. and, at the Il
same time, afford some prospect of en-
aiding him to take wing again, he
found, grouped around him, a little knot
of men, only withheld from flight by the
fiat mpossibility of il, who gazed at him |!
as If they more than half believed that
he was indeed the destroying angel which
Miguel had declared him.
But Warner, the captain of the yacht
and leader Of the party, was a man OFFS
we'll balanced common sense. and he r
soon recovered from his surprise suffi5 ~
GENTLY to discuss with the new arrival
the best means of trying to find a way
a thing would have been almost impOs1
sible. Aided by his ability to fly up
through the fog and take occasional OBJ
servations in the clear air. there was
some hope that the thing might be done
1t was done at last Their progress
was slow and infinitely laborious, espe
cially for Cayley, for the air in this
deep valley was almost stagnant, and
when he rose through it il was by main
strength, a strength which the great
knotted muscles of his shoulders. back
and thighs were barely equal to the
eXertion of producing.
1t was just after sunset when they
finally stood on the crest Of that little'
ridge where, hours before. he had seen
them. under Miguels guidance, disapl1
pearing into the fog. -
Down on the crest of the glacier, still
toiling on toward them. he pointed out
the relief party. Go down to them as
quickly as you can," he said. land then
make all possible haste back to the
yacht 5fi
(To be continued tomorrow "a