Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-28
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He dropped his hand In time to see
the strange fire that had leaped into
the half-breed's eyes. In establishment
he half lifted himself again, his white
face questioning Croisset,
DO you know" he whispered eagerly.
who was she? Why did she lead me
into that ambush2 Why did they at
tempt to kill me?"
The questions shot from him excitedly,
and he knew from what he saw in the
others face hat Crolsset could have
answered him. Yet from the thin
tense lips above him there came no re-
Spouse. With a quick movement the
half breed drew away his hand and
moved toward the door. Halfway he
paused and turned.
"M'seur, / have come to you with a
warning. Do not go to lie Pas. Do
not go to the big railroad camp on the
Wekusko. Return into the South"
For an instant he leaned forward, his
black eyes flashing, his hands clenched
tightly at his sides. Perhaps you will
understand he cried tensely, when I
tell you this warning is sent to you
by the little Meleese!"
Before Rowland could recover from
his surprise Croisset had passed swiftly
through the door. The engineer called
his NAME, but there came no response
other than the rapidly ~retreating sound
of the Northerner's m~occaslned feet.
With O grumble of ~vexation he sank
back on his pillows. The fresh excite
ment had set his head in q whirl again
and q feverish heat mounted into his
face. For o long time he lay with
eyes closed, trying to clear for himself
the mystery of the preceding night. The
one thought which possessed him vas
that he had been duped. His lovely
acquaintance of the preceding evening
had ensnared him completely with
her gentle smile and her win
some mouth, and he gritted his
teeth grimly as he reflected how
easy he had been. Deliberately she
had lured him into the ambush
which would have proved fatal for him
had 1t not been for Jean Croisset. And
she was not a mute! He had heard
her voice; when that death-grip was
highest about his throat there had
come to him hat terrified cry: mon
Dieu, you are killing him-killing him.
his breath came Il lLLle raster as ne
whispered the words to himself They
appealed to him now with a sig
nffcance which he had not understood
at first. He was sure that in that cry
there had beer real terror; almost, he
fancied, as he lay with his ayes shut
tight, that he could still hear the shrill
note Of despair In the voice. The more
he tried to reason the situation the
more inexplicable grew the mystery OF
1t all. If the girl had calmly led him
into the ambush. why, in the last mo-
ment, when success seemed about to
crown her duplicity, had she cried out
in that agony of terror? In Howland's
heated brain there came suddenly a
vision of her as she stood beside him
in the white trail; he felt again the
thrill of her hands, the touch OF her
breast for a moment against his own;
saw the gentle look that had come
into her deep. pure eyes; the pathetic
tremor of the lips which seemed brave
ly striving to speak TO him. Was II
possible that face and eyes like those
could have led him into a death-trap!
Despite the evidence of what had hap
pened he found himself filled with
doubt. And yet, after all, she had lied
to himtfor she was not a mute!