The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-07-20
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 ; KY PIRATE by GARRETT P o ~~ TEDvTTS

voice and with a look that was by no means reassuring. Must not come herei Big bears here! Eat your'
 As he spoke he laid his brown hand on Miss Grayman's shoulder. Indig- nantly she shook it of. A placating smile came over the Indians features. but he continued his insiStence and, finally placing himself in front of the girls. pushed them back.
 Must gov' he repeated. Can't stay here! Much danger! Much bear! Go. quickw
 What have they been digging here for if there is danger?'
 Indian Johns face assumed a most imenacing expression, and he exclaim- cd fiercely, "Go, go!'
 He no longer hesitated to lay his hands upon them, and they were pow erless in his grasp. Besides, his mere look now terrified them.
 As he hurried them along he sudden ly asked, What here for?''
 "Oh, I have only been gathering 1iowerst' replied Miss Grayman, now desirous to pac;fy him. Look at them," and she showed those that she had collected.
 The Indian scarcely. glanced at them. 'Plenty flowers,' he said, near lodge. Dangerous to come here. Bad bears"
 Then he urged them OF still faster, and before they were aware of their approach to the stream they found themselves beside the canoe. Indian John unceremoniously pushed them in and without another word took the paddle and carried them swiftly back to the lodge.
 Mrs. Williams hurried down to meet them, while the two women stood in the kitchen door curiously regarding them.
 "Oh, dear," she said; 'I have been so alarmed on your account! Indian John came and told me that he had seen the canoe. on the shore of the creek and your tracks leading off into the wilderness. I was so afraid that you would be lost, and the bears back : in the woods are very dangerous. 1 sent him after you as fast as he could run I'm so glad that you're back safe.''
 Indian John has been very rude," said Miss Grayman.
 But, please. Miss Grayman, don't blame him." protested Mrs. Williams. ''He is only an Indian, and he was act ing under orders that were intended for your safety. Dear me! If you had been killed, what should have said when Commodore Brown and his friends returned?'
 The good lady actually shed a few tears at this terrible thought. But she was not so perfect a dissembler as her master, and Miss Grayman still had were not to be so easily put aside.
 What are they digging out there in the woods for?" she asked.
 Mrs. Williams was not a1roit enough to conceal the startled look that fash ed over her face, but in a moment she said, with assumed concern: 'aWhy, Miss Grayman! Did you go as far as that? It's the place where they've been burying the carcass of an i'm mense bear that one of the men shot the day before yesterday. The skin is in the drying shed now. Indeed, you were in danger!''
 Miss Grayman only tossed her head. She was getting more and, more sus- picious, and yet without any definite ground that she could explain to her self. Why should the fact that some body had been digging in the woods concern her? She couldn't tell, and yet somehow she couldn't help think ing about it. It was a strange place for such thing to be. If she had known what that digging meant! She mans instinct had warned her that something wrong lurked there.
 "Come," she said to Susan; "we'n go to our rooms, where we shall be safe, since the forest is so dangerous" And without another word she left the crestfallen Mrs. Williams and as- cended to her apartments. Once there, she sat down and tried to think it out. Why had she been so disturbed in mind? She couldn't tell-it was all too confused and indefinite. Then the thought of her friends recurred, and she glanced at her watch. It was after l o'clo :.
 Good graciousw she exclaimed, S-Jr1ng1ng 10 her rect. Iney ought 10 be here now. They may arrive at any moment
 And she threw open the window. But her watching was in vain, and in a little while Mrs. Williams knocked at her door and announced that the midday meal was on the table.
 "It must be a great strain on your patience that they do not come," she said, land it is dreadfully annoying. But sometimes when an aero breaks down it takes a long time for repairs. Commodore Brown had an accident happen to the Chameleon a few weeks ago, and they were two days fixing it up"
 sTndeed," said Miss Grayman, "I hope they won't be so long this time. But, tell me, why do they call the aero the Chameleon? It's a queer name, and yet it seems to me have heard it before''
 ~T don't know really" replied Mrs. Williams, a shade of anxiety fitting across her face, while she thought to herself, What fool have been"
 Then she continued quickly: Com modore Brown is a very romantic man, full of the most beautiful ideas. v 1l ', ,4< for