The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1911-09-23

haps he would ind them some day
sor the present. however, the stores
occupied his whole attention.
Very methodically he set to wsrk
carrying them OF to his own cave
working without fatigue and without
misunderstanding so long as the
moonlight lasted.
He was just setting out with his last
load when, glancing skyward to SEQ
how long the light would hold, he
caught a glimpse Of Cayley on the
wing. The sight occasioned him no
return-not even momentary-of the
old terror. He cursed little because
he had not his rife with him; the sky
man soaring slowly and not very high,
presented a mark he could almost Ger.
tainly have hit.
1t was surprising. of course, to sec
him alive. but Roscoe, in his present
state. never thought of looking to SUI
pernatural means to account for the
TACT. Indeed, he was hardly more than
moment In approximating the true ex-
PLANTATION. There might we'll be, he
supposed, up somewhere in the face
OF the cliff cave. or shelter, of width
he knew nothing and easily access
sible to anyone who happened to pos.
sess flying machine.
Skirting the cliff and keeping well
In its shadow, he made his way with
his last lead, back to his cave. Here
he spent few minutes cleaning his
ride, making sure that the mechanism
of the breech was working perfectly,
and filling Its magazine full OF car
tridges.
The moon was just setting, but the
sky was still bright enough to give
him good hope Of making out Cay.
lsy's winged figure against II.
Roscoe squa1ted down in the lee Of
tho great hummock Of ice, surveyed
the heavens with keen, practised eyes,
munching on strip of dried wal1,us.
moat which he had brought with him
and waited very contentedly.
He had not long to wait Long be.
fore the moon twilight had gone out
of the sky he saw in 1t silhouetted
against 1t. the sight froms which
he had once fed with such mad
terror-the broad expanse of the sky
mans wings.
Instead OF firing, he scrambled up to
the top Of the nearest ice hummock
and from there watched Cayley' fight
to his landing place
He laughed aloud when he saw that
1t was not in the side of the cliff, as he
had feared, but quite at the crest Of it
where 1t was as accessible to q man
who could climb bit as to ono with
wings.
He did not move from his attitude
of strained attention. on tho summit
of little Ice hill, until he saw faint
glow of golden light diffusing itself
from the mouth Of the tunnel that led
to the pilot house Then, with that
queer shutting gait of his, which was
neither walk nor rum he began max
ing his way inshore, over the ice, to-
ward tho foot of the cliff
Cayleys tunnel was not at right
angles to the crest. but bore off dag
onally westward. Roscoe had noted
this fact, and he figured it out from
the top of the promontory which
formed the western boundary of their
strip Of beach. he should be able to
command view straight into the tun-
mel. Also, there was at this point a
preciptous trail up the cliff. No one
but Roscoe would have called 1t
trail. but that was the way 1t existed
In his mind
His calculation of the angle of the
tunnel proved to be correct for from
his newly gained coign of vantage, he
could see straight into the pilot house
and make out clearly enough two fig
ures there.
Once moro he was tempted to fire,
and might have yielded to tho temp