Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1911-03-10

than 4 nightmare, led him 10 decide 70
90 home by way OF the beach, rather
than along the difieult interior trail
up which he had come.
The descent from the olirhead 10
the beach vas nothing TO a man OF his
tnhuman strength and activity, though
Al ordinary skilled mountalneer might
have hesitAtsd before attempting H.
Nevertheless twothirds OF the way
down he nearly iell-but for luck he
would have fallen, for he caught a
glimpse OF a lonely figure, quarter OF
mile away, perhaps, seated upon q
ledge, bending forward, chin In hand
In an attitude which recalled, and
horribly echoed. that OF the man he
long ago had murdered.
When he had steadied himself a III.
tie, he made his way cautiously down
70 the level OF the beach His emotions
we're divided about equally between
fear and anger, the anger existing be-
cause Of the fear
With Infinite caution he approached
that lonely. unsuspeeting figure, slip
ping nom the shelter OF one rock 10
that OF one q little nearer.
Three times his left hand drew back
the hrowingstic balanced and
aimed along a line that would send rs
thin ivory dart as swiftly and as sure
ly TO that beautiful throat as the one
that had found and trAnshKed Perry
Hunter's and thgee times his mus.
eles brAoed themselves Or the effort
to propel It. But each time. with a
breathless oath, ho lowered the
weapon again, and with ths back Of
his hairy hand wiped the sweat from
his forehead.
The act had none OF the quality Of
mercy In IT, II was simply the result
Of logical dilemma II the thing he
saw before him we're ghost, the
ghost OF tho man he had already MUIR
dered, his dart would do no harm. II
II were not ghost; II It were what It
looked more and more like as he drew
nearer, a living breathing woman-he
licked his lips and wrung them with
his hand-if It we're a woman, he did
not want TO kill her. II he could be
sure, could only be sure, he would
drop his weapon and make one rush
and hold her helpless In those great
hands Of his.
And with every fve paces that
lessen0d the distance between them,
that certainty grew upon him. No,
she was no immatsrial spirit OF man
long dead She was alive warm. He
was near enough now to make out the
soft curve ct her throat, the retreat
ing and returning color which bathed
cheeks and forehead. He could see
the faint rise and fall Of her breast
when she breathed. He laid the throw.
ing-stick upon the Ice, drew nerves
and muscles taut for his rush
Then, Just then, he saw the thing
that made Jeanne close her eyes, tho
flashing sword.cut OF that great gold
Nh "ihS' a. NAt bulhB II bOlb bulueu
upon the other.
Roscoe dropped down, as II he had
been blasted by the sight Of a sword
cd erchangel, in the shelter OF his
rock He lay there, prone, hugglng
his head In his arms. He did not
rouse himself, did not succeed In fore.
Ing his treacherous nerves and mun.
cles to obey his will until It was quite
dark. Then, without glance behind
him, he arose and began scrambling
madly up the broken face Of the talus,
and, reaching the top OF It, went on
and scaled the cliff Itself. II was
feat which even he could hardy have
accomplished except under the ex-
tremity Of terror.
For only so long as was necessary
TO regain his breath, he lay painting
upon the cliff-head. In the dark, rush.
ing along as n the preoipitous trail he
followed had been a well.worn thor.
oughfare, he retraced his way down
the landward side Of the mountain
and across the valley. He did not
pause until he found himself safe in
the cave again beside the glacier,
Continued In tomorrows paper.)