The Arvada enterprise., 1911-06-15

The sight of her made It hard for
ly he looked up with sudden ques
ton. DO you happen to find any
thing" he began, and then broke OF
shortly.
From her face, half.shaded as IT
was, he could see that what she had
been reading just then was no mere
description of this land upon which
they had been cast away. but some
thing far more personal to the father
she had lost here.
There's something perfectly terri
Tying" she said. about fathers de.
scription of this man Roscoe. over
here near the end. before the sun
came back to them. he tells of going
out for walk by himself and of dis,
him, in the hope, he thought of dis
covering, in advance of the others.
where the gold ledge was. In the twi-
light father says. he looked. in his
white bear-skins, perfectly enormous
and Incredible. And Philip"
She closed the book, holding It tight
in both hands, and leaning forward a
little as she went on, "and Philip, his
description sounds-oh, | suppose it's
silly, but 1t sounds like the thing
thought / saw today when was alone
there on the beach, before you came
flying down out OF the sky. 1t didn't
look like bear. 1t wouldn't have
bnap n Irandf,tl ~ boJ
It's possible" he said gravely. ut
may have been he whom ! frightened
on when | came down last night. Ger.
tainly there was somebody, and that
somebody may still be here on shore,
though l supposed he had gone out to
Join in the attack on the yacht But
It's very strange. II there is any one,
that we could have passed whole
day without encountering him"
The girl shivered; then. with Il
shake of her head as II dismissing tho
uncanny thought from her mind. said:
You started to ask me about some
thing else and Interrupted
1t took him moment to collect his
thoughts. "Oh. yes. There's some-
thing marked here on this map which
I took at first for the location of the
hut. but It appears now that It was
marked before they built It. wonder
II. In the early pages Of the journal.
there was a description of any natural
formation about here like cave,
Or"
She made as II to open the book.
then, suddenly, changed her intention
and held 1t out to him. instead.
Il haven't been playing fair" she
said. Il wasn't really looking for any
thing. ! was Just reading stories and
dreaming over them. It's his hand.
writing. think. that makes It so hard
hearing his voice. Won't you work
the book and the maps and give me
something to do-with my hands, !
mean?-oh. l know I'm tired. but that
doesn't matter"
Cayrey's rlrst impulse was to refuse
| but 1t needed only one thoughtful look
into her face to convince him that the
was to do as she asked An uncanny
horror of the monstrous Roscoe and
the appalling idea that he, and per
haps others OF his gang might be
sharing the solitude OF this frozen
coast with them was plainly TO be
read in her eyes, and her own pre-
scription for dispelling 1t was prob
ably the best that could be thought OF
With n nod OF assent. he rose and
went into the storeroom. returning the
next moment with an armful of heavy
rope.
''In the old days of wooden ships"
he said, when TREY wanted to disci.
pline sailor. they set him to picking
oakum. Next to pounding rust on the
anchor, It's the dullest Job in the
world. But we need some for calking
up the cracks In our walls. Do you
mind?"