Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-07-14
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left them as they were there at the
tunnel mouth. and walked steadily up
toward the pilot house door
Roscoe, on hearing his voice the
first time. had dropped the arti-
cles which encountered his hands and
CROPPED on the table for the revolver.
Before he could put his hand On 1t
Cayley spoke the second time
At that, wanting no weapon, conf
dent that he needed none, his great
arms aching for the feel of the sky.
mans flesh beneath their grasp, hs
moved step nearer the door and
waited
He saw Philip cross the threshold.
unseeing = suspecting, apparently.
nothing; saw him, at last, within hands
reach.
Just as he touched him he uttered
sobbing oath, and his great hand fal-
tered, for Philips knife had struck
through, clean to the hilt, and JUST
below the heart
The effect Of the shock was only
momentary. With yell of rage, he
sprang upon Cayley, crowded him
back against the wall. tore at him
blindly, like a wild beast, and finally
getting Philips right forearm fairly
in the grip of both hands, he snapped
it like pipestem.
In moment Cayley got round be-
hind him and with the crook of his
good arm round Roscoes neck, he sue
ceeded in forcing him to release his
grip and in throwing him heavily
) AS he lay, his body projected
through the doorway, out into the
tunnel
Philip left him huddled there, and
went back to the table. He found
Roscoe's flint and steel beneath his
hand but it was full minute before
he could summon his courage to strike
light, for the differences from Ros-
GOES presence here in the pilot house
began to crowd upon him now, grim
and horrible. But he struck a spark
at last, lighted a candle and looked
around
The reaction of relief turned him,
for a moment, giddy, as the glance
about the room convinced him that
what he feared worst had not happen
ed But another thought occurred to
him, almost at once, when he saw
the cover had been removed from the
top of the ice chimney.
In his mind, of course, that repre-
scented the way Roscoe had come.
What, if Jeanne, unable for some rea-
son to defend herself, had chosen, as
the lesser evil, to fling herself over the
cliff from the tunnel mouth?
| The moment he thought Of that he
went out into the tunnel, stepping over
Roscoe's body to do so. He went to
the edge and looked over, but 1t was
too dark to see The light of the au-
rora which still blazed in the sky, daz-
zled his eyes, without lighting the
surface of the world below.
He must go down there, in order to
be sure. He had not stopped to furl
| his planes when he alighted, and they
had wedged themselves sideways into
the tunnel, still extended and so ready
| for flight in an emergency.
| He righted them and slipped his
arms through the loops that awaited
| them. He stood for a moment, East.
| ing the right wing tentatively. There
was play about it that he did not UNI
derstand SO far as he could see moth.
ing was broken. The fact that it was
his own arm did not occur to him.
He was just turning to dive off the
cliff-head when, suddenly, he saw the
great form of the man he had sup
posed to be dead, rise and rush upon
| him.
| Philips knife had, indeed, inflicted
mortal wound, but man Of Roscoe'S
physique lets go Of life slowly. He
was bleeding to death, internally, but
the process was, probably, retarded by
his huddled position as he lay there
| in the tunnel
| So he had lain still and awaited his
chance Cayley was standing quite
at the edge Of the cliff, and the mans
momentum carried him over. His
clutching hands grasped Cayley's
shoulders, and they went down to-
gether. over 900 feet of empty spane.
| For Cayley the space was all too little.
AS they went over he thought that he
and his gigantic enemy were going
down to death together Instructive
| ly, and much quicker than a man can
think, he swept his great-fantail for
ward and flung himself back in an at
tempt to correct the balance destroyed
by the great weight that was clinging
to his shoulders.
They were, of course, bound to go
down. Neither his strength nor the
area of his planes was sufficient to
support them both In the air. But in
the position into which he had flung
himself they would go down little
more slowly He would gain, perhaps.
precious second more.
But he did not waste even an in
fnitesimal moment in any struggle
against the force of gravity.
Twice, with all his might, he sent
his left fist crashing against the face,
the staring, horrible face, that con-
fronted his own. But still that con-
v,lsive diving grasp held fast