Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1911-04-21

he went on The firing has stopped
altogether. Your people are almost
lcertainly safe"
"Will you let me go inside this hut"
he asked, "and see II 1t is habitable?
If 1t is, you'd better go in and let me
make you as comfortable as | can. /
don't think you need have any fears
Eabout the Walrus people And worry
hing wouldn't do any good any way.
!There's nothing we can do but walt
for daylight Nothing can happen any
where until then"
He had, very distinctly, in mind
what might happen then II the Walrus
people were repulsed from the yacht.
unless they were all destroyed in the
attack, they would undoubtedly make
trouble as soon as morning revealed
'the fact that they had two hostages
I'm their hands. But he could fight
them off better from the doorway OF
1.-THE hut than from anywhere else. And
there was no need Of troubling the
girl with that consideration, not for
1.-THE present, at least
/ IL oil IIEnL III bilCItp OAHU
81 spent l don't know how many
hours there reading before you came.
But the candle has burned out"
The open door behind them gave ac-
cess into tiny shed, protruding from
THE corner of the hut and serving. evil
identity, as a vestibule for it. The in
ner door, heavier and stronger af-
fair, opening at right angles to 1t,
gave access to the interior of the hut.
Cayely switched on his bulls-eye
and cast a brief glance about the
room There were two or three rude,
fimsylooking doors which undoubted-
Ily opened into small, cabin-like bed
rooms; but the principal part of the
hut was taken up by the room in
which they found themselves.
Cayley set his little bull'-eye on
shelf where they could make the most
I of its thin pencil of light. He then
turned his attention to the door, and
after a little struggle succeeded in
getting 1t shut, and what was more,
securely bolted, by means of heavy
wooden bar which dropped into an
| iron crotch. If they were attacked
with the first OF the daylight, this
place would afford them security until
the people from the Aurora could
come to their rescue. His revolver
was a Colt, As. and his belt was full of
cartridges With that weapon, he re-
lmembered that he had once been con-
isidered the best shot in the army
The girl, when he turned to look at
her, was seated on the edge of a bunk
at the other side of the hut. Her pal
ilor. the traces of tears he could see
in her eyes, the pathetic droop to her
lips, all emphasized the thing her
voice had told him already, namely,
that some emotional crisis, which
she had been through in those recent
hours, had left her quite exhausted
Without word, he turned to his
bundle which he had deposited in a
corner of the room, and f1shed out
from it his sheep-skin sleeping bag. It
was not until he approached her, with
1t across his arm, that his eye fell
upon the rosewood box and the mo-
'rocco-bound book which lay beside 1t
Her eye followed his. They're IA
theirs papers" she said. 81 found the
box in here. That's why I stayed
had come ashore"
wait minute" he interrupted. He
took up the book with gentleness
almost reverent, laid it in the little
chest and set it down on the floor be-
side the bunk.
The quality of the act brought the
too ready tears to her eyes, but he did
mot look UP at her to surprise them
there. Now" he said, I'm going to
take off these boots of yours, which
are wet but which will serve excel
lently, nevertheless, for a pillow, and
you are to take off that heavy coat
and get inside this bag. Have you ever
slept in one?"
He was already Juggling at one OF
the boots, and her protest went un-
lheeded-it was only a half-hearted
protest after all.
When he had taken off the boots
she submitted, without demur, to HE
christening the frogs on her heavy
seal-skin coat and slipping it off her
shoulders.
When finally, with some assistance
from him, she nestled down inside the
great feece-lined bag, when he had
rolled her small boots into a bundle
and made a pillow of them for hel
head, as he had said he would, she
exclaimed half-rebelliously, at the
comfort Of it all.
1T is so deliciously warm and soft,
she said. y didn't know you were
Just being a luxurious sybarite whe1
you refused mattress and a pair o
blankets on The yacht If only 70,
could be warm, too, and comfortable
Il shall be-" he assured her. 'Il
make cushion of that great coat O
yours and sit down here at the foo
OF the bunk. You're not to bottle
about me. You're 20 prove the edicac
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