Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-06-02
CHAPTER vi.
TOMS Confession.

At intervals during the day those
enigmatical words of Mr.. Fanshaw's
required to the girl with the reflection
that they wanted serious thinking
over, at the first convenient oppor-
tunity. But the day wore away and
the opportunity did not appear.
The captain Of the yacht-his name
was Warner-was on shore in com
mand of the searching party, but the
first officer. Mr.. Scales. remained on
board. He was in possession of all
the data, though they had not told him
the story of Philip Cayley's old rela-
ton with the murdered
1T stands to reason" he said, that
the only party of white men tina could
be here would be the survivors Of the
Fielding expedition. We know from
the news that young Mr.. Fanshaw
brought aboard that there is one such
survivor here. If there were any
considerable number OF them left,
able-bodied enough to walk across the
glacier, we could be sure they'd be
here on the shore waiting for US. We
made some attempt to signal us as
soon IS they sighted us.
1T they weren't white men but In
Observation-Disclosures have been
quite as glad as white men to get a
chance to go back with us az far as
st. MichAsls. And in the third place,
II they were not Chucotes, but some
strange, unknown, murderous band OF
a%borigines, there wouldn't have been
even one survivor of the Fielding ex-
petition.
"Of course that's not an absolute
water-tight line Of reasoning. but 1t
seems to me there is a tremendous
probability that it's right, and that
this flying man has lost his wits"
BY four o'clock they had decided
that, whether or not the sky-man's
story might be true, 1t was high time
to send a relief party ashore to find
the lost les
At five o'clock accordingly, the re-
lief expedition ven ashore, and Tom
on the yacht.
Two hours later. perhaps, after they
had eaten the supper which Jeanne
had concocted in the galley. they sat.
side by side, in their comfortable deck
chairs, gazing out across the ice-hoe.
The evening was unusually mild, the
thermometer showing only a degree or
two below freezing, and here in the
lee Of the deckhouse they hardly
needed their furs.
They had sat there in silence a long
while. Toms promise that they would
keep q brisk lookout against q DOS
sible attack on the yacht, had passed
utterly from both their minds. 1t
was SC still-so dead still; the world
about them was 30 utterly empty as
to make any thought Of such an at
tack seem preposterous.
Finally the girl seemed to rouse her
self from the train Of thought that
had preoccupied her mind. straighten-
ed up q little and turned for q look
into her companions face. But this
little movement of her body failed to
rouse him. His eyes did not turn to
| meet hers, but remained fixed on he
far horizon.
A moment later she stretched out .
hand and explored for his beneath the
great white bear skin that covered
him, found it and interlocked her fin
gers with his. At that, he pulled HIM
self up, with a start, and abruptly
withdrew his own from the contact.
She colored a little. and her brows
knitted in perplexity. What an old
| bear you are, Tom," she said. What's
the matter today? It's not a bit like
you to sulk just because we disagree
about something. We disagree all the
| time, but you've never been like thu
to me before"
81 always told you l was a sullen
brute when things went wrong with
me, although you never would believe
it." he said. I'm sorry"
IT don't want you to be sorry" The
told him: 81 just want you to be a few
shades more cheerful
He seemed not to be able to give
her what she wished. however, for he
lapsed again into his moody abstrac-
ton. But after a few minutes more
of silence. he turned upon her with q
question that astonished her. What
did you do that for, just ncw?"
At 1rst she was in doubt as to what
act Of hers, he referred to. do you
mean my hand?" she asked. after look
ing at him in puzzled curiosity for a
moment
He nodded.
"Why-because l was feeling q lit
tie lonesome, ! suppose. and sort Of