, 1911-05-04
Observation-Disclosures

hefe heaf the emo, before the sun
CAME oacR TO them, he tells of going
ou' LOT a walk by himself and of dis.
covering that Roscoe was stalking
MIN. In the hope, he thought. of dis.
covering. in advance OF the others
"neie me gold ledge a In the twi.
iisnt' father says, he looked. in his
"hite b~ear-skins, perfectly enormous
ana incredible. And Philip"
She closed the book. holding IL tight
IN both hands, and leaning forward a
NIUE as she went on, and Philip, his
description sounds-oh, | suppose it's
silly, but it sounds like the thing I
thought | saw today when I was ,Ione
mere on the beach, before you came
! nyine down out of the sky. 1t didn't
look like a bear. 1t wouldn't have
been so dreadful IL it had"
It's possible he said gravely. 1T
may nave been he whom | frightened
on when came down last night. Ger.
talhly there was somebody, and that
somebody may still be here on shore.
though | supposed he had gone out to
JOIN In the attack on the yacht. But
lts very strange. if there is any one,
That we could have passed a whole
day without encountering him"
The girl %shivered; then, with q
shake of her head as if Diminishing the
uncanny thought from her mind, said:
You started to ask me about some
thing else. and | interrupted"
If took him q mnrnant - --tt-.. L.
thoughts. "Oh, yes. There's some
thing marked here on this map which
/ o at first for the location of the
hut, but 1t appears now that 1t was
marked before they built 1t. I wonder
If. in the early pages Of the journal,
there was a description OF any natural
formation about here like a save,
or"
b made as II to open the book,
then, suddenly, changed her intention
and held it out to him. instead.
Il haven't been playing fair" she
said. II wasn't really looking for any.
thing. l was Just reading stories and
dreaming over them. It's his hand
writing, / think, that makes 1t SO hard
to be good. It's-well, almost like
hearing his voice. Won't you work
the book n the maps and give me
something to do-with my hands, I
mean?-oh, l know I'm tired, but that
doesn't matter"
Cayley's first impulse was to refuse,
but 1t needed only one thoughtful look
Into her face to convince him that the
kindest, as well as the wisest, thing
was to do as she asked. An
horror Of the monstrous Roscoe and
the appalling idea that he. and per
haps others Of his gang, might be
sharing the solitude Of his frozen
coast with them was plainly to DO
read In her eyes, and her own pre-
scription for dispelling 1t was prob
ably the best that could be thought Of.
With a 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 they wanted to disci-
pline a sailor. they set him to picking
anchor, it's the duilest job in the
world. But we neeC some LOT Calkink
up the cracks in our walls. Do you
mind?"
Mind" she echoed, Did you think
l wanted to do embroidery"
He showed her how the wor was to
be done, INT in five minutes she was
busily engaged at 1t. She had moved
to another bunk, a little further from
the fire, and he, with innocent artihce,
had contrived that the big soft sleep
ing bag should be spread out under
her.
Meanwhile he plunged into a sys-
tematic search. through journal and
maps, for the thing that was to spell
either life or death for them.
At the end of an hour he looked up
suddenly, an exclamation Of triumph
on his lips. But at the sight Of her. 1t
died out in a smile. She had slipped
down on the sleeping-bas, her head
Graded in the crook OF one arm. And
she was fast asleep.