Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-01-13
spring and DE lash OF the long fai9s.

spring and he fash OF the Tong fni1S.
blade.
Certainly 4 vas reasonable to ex
pect that Roscoe would wait for an
other moonrise before setting out on
any serious sort Of expedition, a1d, II
that assumption were correct, hs
might be returning to tho cave at any
moment.
He strobe abruptly back to tho cave
mouth. Al he did so, however. HE
eye alighted on something that made
him pause-somcth'as so strangely
out Of keeping with its surroundings
that It caused him-cr he thought that
was the rsason-a sense Of recogni.
ton, almost Of familiarity.
Tho thing which so evidently did
not belong to Roscoe that It seemed
almost to belong to Philip himself.
was q gold lockst. 1t lay on net bit
Of rock, which seemed to serve Ros-
GOES purpose a. table. The objects
which surrounded !t-an irregular
piece Of raw walrus hide. an over
turned bottle Of whale oil, with q
smrdxy wick In 1t, sa!lmsker'S
needle and some rawlings OF canvas.
together with some scraps Of food-all
spoke 50 loud Of Roscoe and made such
Q contrast with this bit of jewelry that
Cayiey's action in STOPPING to pick II
up was automatic.
He held 1t in bis hard q moment Is
II he did not know 9uite what to do
with It, then put 1t in n!s pocket and
went out Of the cave. Only during
the moment when II had first caught
his eye had It really commanded his
attention at all By the time he got
outside OF tho cave he had forgotten
It.
Two or three breatt.s Of the clea'
air outside OF the cave were ali hs
needed to revive him, physically. Bu
to his surprise they I'D net suffice to
rid him OF the feeling which .he re
Earded as Euperstiticus, namely, the
impulse to Fly back 10 Jeanne as fast
as wing could carry him.
He had every reason TO believe that
che was safe, nc told hiraseif. SIZE
was armed with g heavy revolver. was
good shot and had plenty OF nerve.
oh0 W AS la q ktlotS, StiC Ss!!y oNSi.N-'
OF access to which would give her .
tremendous advantage over any Il
vader. So that, eysa suGposing IL
worst-suprosing ;hat Roscoe's alb
sence were taken to mean that he hat:
gone to make ar attack on the Pilot
house, there could hardly be dou be
that Jeanne wo,:id kill him.
His reasoning was all based on the
assumption that the IDIOT house W as
inaccessible to any winglass creature
except by way OF the leo chimney
Even now, when his fear for the gnl
was amounting to a sare-st!tion OF al
most irresistible intensity, 1t cid not
occur to him to question that.
He stead,ed himself as best he could
and crouched down in the ehelter of
, tho big rock to await Roscoe's return
. He had hardly settled himself here
when he saw something that made
him shake bis head inrstiently. and
ear little. It was the winkin5
glow Of an aurora borealis. of to the
north.
Cayley gazed at the spectacle INV Ill.
ingly, but still he aazed. And. some.
how, though he fought the feeling dss.
peratcly, 1t began to assume q per.
sonal siEni6ea nee to hin1-a signia.
canoe Of mockery. The whole Eky was
quivering with vast, silent laughter
Was It because he, with his fancled
! cleyerness and daring IN finding Ros.
GOES lair and waiting for his return to
1t, was really doing precisely the thing
that Roscoe would have had him 90!
Were those sky-witches laughing over
what was hspIeIicg up at the pilot
house while he sat here and waited
No intelligence. no sano power OF
; consecutive reasoning can resist this
sort Of thing definitely. and at last
! Caylsy's power Of resistance came to
an end.
He sprang to. his feet. at. last, drip.
ping with sweat, In spite of tho cold.
caught up his bundled wings. unfurled
them and took the air with rush
Once he had jerked himself aloft to a
height little above the crest Of the
cliff. it was hardly more than a mat.
ter OF seconds before he came oppo.
site the done-like mound Of snow
which covered the pilot house.
There was no light shining out of
the tunnel entrance. But that was
as he had expected it to be. He made
It out easily enough; and In another
moment had al1Ehted there.
"Jeanne!" he called.
It was not the exe.tion Of flight. but
q sudden iatolersble apprehension that
made him breathless. The word had
halted little In his throat. Exact.
ly rs &c uttered 1t he saw down the
tunnel. and in the pilot house itsclf.
q tiny spark Of IRE. and hoard the
click Of steel against flint.
What the spark illuminated were
the fingers Of sigantic. hairy hand.
Jeanne" he called again, and now
his voice came clear enough. Wait a
minute and ri make light for you %
(To Be Continued.)
Aftsr Tire Club.