Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-08-18

He waved his hand at the girl, and
walked back for his wings. When she
met him, half way up the beach, he
was carefully taking the spent shells
out of his revolver, one at a time, and
depositing them in his pocket. mo
telling how they may prove useful" he
commented; then, with a quick look
into her face. "I hope you weren't
frightened when you saw me run"
IT suppose I shouldn't have been, but
I'll have to confess that 1 was. You
weren't trying to get away from him,
or you wouldn't have run in that d.
rection. But 1t looked rather dreadful,
just the same. Why did you do IT."
we were too far down the beach.
too near the waters edge before. It
up tonight, and 1 was afraid If a storm
were to come UP before morning, a
really big storm, we might lose him. 1t
was a lot easier to get him up the
beach before 1 fired those last two
shots than 1t would have been after.
I thought at first of running toward
the hut. It occurred to me, only just in
time, thai there was no use in making
an abattoir of your front yard"
you thought of all that? At such a
timer"
That's the sort of time when one
does think of things, isn't it? It's what
people call the spice of danger. No
body likes q risk for its OWL sake; l
don't. at least. But to have your mind
work fast and clearly, as 1t does at
such times, that's worth while. But
there wasn't any particular danger In
this case, once you were safely out of
the way"
What If you had fallen 2" she sug-
gested.
There was a chance OF that. If I had
he'd probably have gone over me, nj 1
could have found my fee again as
quickly as he"
They had reached the hut, and as he
finished speaking they entered 1t. Even
Philip caught his breath rather sud
denly with that first glance about IT'S
transformed interior. The drift-wood
fire, which glowed upon the hearth,
filed the whole room with light, and
the walls and rafters with warm
colors.
Here was their fortress-against the
cold and the dark; a fortress, too,
despair. That rude hearth
which he had built today was to be
their altar of hope.
The girl stood looking at it a moment
in silence, her lips pressed tight to-
one outstretched hand cropping
for the door-jamb behind her, as If she
the support of something. Even
In this warm freight she looked a lit
tie pale. By an evident effort Of win
she was breathing very deep and
steadily. She did not try to speak.
Cayley understood well enough what
It meant. This place that they had
back to for the night was home
now. probably the last home she would
ever have in the world, IL one were to
the chances fairly. Its warmth
Ind light and comparative comfort did
more to enforce a realization of their
plight than anything before had
lone. The thing h was fighting with
was a sudden wave Of plain terror.
Cayley went out into the little vesti-
oule and closed and bolted the outer
IGOR. He contriyed TO waste a minute
Or two over the trifing task. in order
20 give her that moment by herself.
When he came back, closing the in
yer door behind him as he did so. he
that she had taken on her cap
nd the heavy fur coat which had
numbered her shoulders all day. and
lung them pom a convenient wooden
beg IN the wall. She was standing near
he fireplace now. warming her cold
at the blaze.
Cayley started a little at sight Of her.
or now she was trars formed, too.
standing there. silhouetted against the
Maze. in her gray cardigan jacket o1d
noleskins, she looked like a young boy.
lie had discovered before this that
here was not a grain of false modesty4
her; nevertheless, it pleased him
with q certain charming frank