The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1911-08-10

,ige of fire that had filed his brain. al
bore their meaning for him now. ].
had been close call so close that
/ shivering chills ran up and down his
spine as he struggled little by little to
lift himself to his knees. His enemy 5
shot had graZed his head
IL seemed! m interminable time be
fore be could rise and stand on his feet
and reach the candle Slowly he felt
! his way along the wall until be came
to low. heavy door barred from the
outside. aud just beyond this door he
found a narrow aperture cut through
the decaying logs. 1t was a yard in
length and rarely wide enough for him
to thrust through an arm. Three more
Of these narrow Sits in his prison walls
he found before he came back again to
the door,
Near the table on which he replaced
the candle was s:"'l. and he sat
down. Carefully he went through his
pockets. His belt a."i revolver were
gone. He had been stripped of letters
and papers. Not so much as match
had been left him by his captors.
He stopped in his search and listened.
Family there came to him the ticking
of his watch. He felt in his watch
pocket. 1t was empty. Again he lis
tened. This time be was sure that the
sound came from his feet. and be low
cred the candle until the light of it
glistened on something yellow an arms
distance away. 1t was his watch. and
close beside it lay his leather wallet
What money he had carried in the
pocketbook was untouched. but his per-
sonal cards and half dozen papers
that it had contained were gone
He looked at the time. The hour
hand pointed to a. Was it possible
that he had been unconscious for more
than six hours? He had left Jean on
the mountain top soon after nightfall-
it was not later than o'clock when
he had seen Meleese. Seven hours.
Again be lifted his hands to his head
His hair was stiff and matted with
blood. 1t had CONCEALED thickly on his
cheek and neck and had soaked the
top of his coat. He had bled a great
DEAL so much that he wondered he was
alive. and yet during those hours his
captOrs had given him no assistance.
had not even bound a cloth about his
head
Did they believe that the shot had
killed him. that he was already dead
when they flung him into the dungeon?
Or was this only one other instance of
the barbaric brutishness of those who
so insistently sought his life? The
fighting blood rose in him with return
ing strength. If they had left him a
weapon. even the small knife they had
taken from his pocket. he would still
make an effort to settle last score or
two But now he was helpless.
There was. however. ray of hope
in the possibility that they believed
him dead If they who had flung him
into the dungeon believed this, then he
was safe for several hours. No one
would come for his body until broad
day and possibly not until the follow
ing night, when a grave could be dug
and he could be carried out with some
secrecy. In that time. if he could es-
cape from his prison. he would be well
on his way to the Wekusko. He had
no doubt that Jean was still prisoner
on the mountain top. The dogs and
sledge were there and both rifles were
where he had concealed them. 1t would
be hard race-a running fight per-
haps-but he would win, and after a
time Meleese would come to him.
away down at the little hotel on the
Saskatchewan.
He rose to his feet. his blood grow
ing warm. his eyes shining in the can
delight. The thought of the girl as
she had come to him out in the night
put back into him all of his old fight
ing strength. all of his unconquerable
hope and confidence. She had follow
ed him when the dog yelped at his
heels. as the first shots had been fired.
She had knelt beside him in the snow
as he lay bleeding at the feet of his
enemies. He had heard her voice call
ing to him; had felt the thrilling touch
of her arms. the terror and love of her
lips as she thought him dying. She
had given herself to him, and she
would come to him-his lady Of the
snOws-if he could escape.
He went to- the door and showed
against it with his shoulder. 1t was
immovable. Again he thrust his hand
and arm through the first of the mar
row ventilating apertures. The wood
with which his fingers came in contact
was rotting from moisture and age,
and he found that he could tear out
handfuls of it. He fell to work. dig
ging with the fierce eagerness of an
animal. At the rate the soft pulpy
wood gave way he could win his free
dom long before the earliest risers at
the post were awake.
sound stopped him-a hollow
cough from out of the blackness be-
yond the dungeon wall. 1t was follow
ed an instant later by CLEAN OF light,
and Rowland darted quickly back to
the table. He heard the slipping of a
bolt outside the door The door swung
open. and a shaft of light shot into the
chamber. For space Rowland was
blinded by it. and it was not until the