The Mena weekly star. (Mena, Ark.) 1904-1977, 1911-05-18
luontLnued from Iast ISSUE

His pleasure over the quantity ant
addition of the stores he found /.
Il ice cave compensated for hi.
disappointment over not finding ths
4odies of his two latest victims.
evidently they had not even at
i mpted to use such shelter as the Ice
shauber Afforded. for 1t showed nc
..ark Of human habitation at all. They
6ad probably wandered outside and
Ned in one of the nearby drifts. Per.
zaps he would md them some day.
or the present, however. the stores
5ccupied his whole attention.
VA Very methodically he set to work.
Sarrying them of to his own cave,
8orking without fatigue and without
rmIssion-working SO long as the
Moonlight lasted.
# He was Just setting out with his last
bad when, glancing skyward to see
low long the light would hold, he
taught g glimpse Of Cayley on the
Ming. The sight occasioned him no
feturn-not even momentary-of the
Did terror. He cursed little because
.he had not his rifle with him; the sky
nan soaring slowly and not very high,
tresented mark he could almost GER
Iainly have hit.
1t was surprising. of course. to see
1im alive. but Roscoe, in his present
state. never thought of looking to SUI
pernatural means to account for the
fact Indeed, he was hardly more than
moment in approximating the true ex-
planatlon. There might well be. he
supposed, up somewhere in the face
Df the cliff cave. or shelter, of whith
De knew nothing, and easily access
Bible to anyone who happened to pos
sess flying machine.
Il Skirting the cliff and keeping well
IN its shadow, he made his way with
Dis last load. back to his cave Here
De spent few minutes cleaning his
rifle, making sure that the mechanism
Sof the breech was working perfectly.
sand filing its magazine full of car
Bridges
The moon was just setting, but the
SKY was. still bright enough to give
him a good hope of making out Cay
'ley's winged figure against 1t.
Roscoe sQuatted down in the lee of
4 the great hummock of ice, surveyed
the heavens with keen, practised eyes.
munching on a strip of dried walrus-
meat which he had brought with him
and waited very contentedly.
He had not long to wait. Long be-
fore the moon twilight had gone out
|of the sky he saw In 1t silhouetted
against 1t, the sight from which
he had once fed with such mad
terror-the broad expanse of the sky
mans wings.
Instead of firing, he scrambled up to
the top of the nearest Ice hummock
and from there watched Cayley flight
to his landing place.
He laughed aloud when he saw that
1t was not In the side of the cliff. as he
had feared. but quite at the crest of 1t
where It was as accessible to a man
who could climb bit as to one with
wings.
He did not move from his attitude
of strained attention, on the summit
OF little Ice hill. until he saw faint
glow Of golden light diffusing itself
from the mouth of the tunnel that led
to the pilot house. Then, with that
queer shutting gait of his. which was
neither walk nor run, he began max
ing his way inshore, over the ice. to-
ward the foot OF the cliff.
Cayley's tunnel was not at right
angles to the crest. but bore off dag
onally westward. Roscoe had noted
this fact, and he figured 1t out from
the top OF the promontory, which
formed the western boundary of their
strip Of beach. he should be able to
command view straight into the tun-
mel. Also. there was at this point a
precipitous trail up the cliff. No one
but Roscoe would have called 1t a
trail, but that was the way It existed
In his mind.
His calculation of the angle Of the
tunnel proved to be correct, for from
his newly-gained coign OF vantage, he
could see straight into the pilot house
and make out clearly enough two fig
ures there.
Once more he was tempted to fire,
and might have yielded to the temp