The Glenwood post., 1911-07-29
It wa. At that instant tina. phin,

alighted.
Philip sprang clear of his planea.
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
nrst time. had dropped the arta-
cles which encumbered his hands and
groped on the table for tho revolver.
Before he could put his hand on u
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. he
moved a step nearer the door and
waited.
| He saw Philip cross the threshold,
unseeing - suspectng. apparently,
nothing: saw him, at last. within hands
reach.
Just as he touched him ne 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 wild beast. and finally
getting Philips right forearm fairly
in the grip of hoth hands. he snapped
tt like pipestem-
In a moment Cayley got round be-
hind him and with the crook of his
good arm round Roscoe's neck, he suo-
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
Roscoes flint and steel beneath his
hand; but 1t was full minute before
he could summon his courage to strike
a light. for the inferences from Ros-
GOES presence here in the pilot house
began to crowd upon him now, grim
and horrible. But he struck spark
at last. lighted candle and looked
around
The reaction of relief turned him.
for 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 repro
sented the way Roscoe had come.
What, If Jeanne, unable for some req
son to defend herself. had chosen, a.
the lesser evil. to dng 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. das-
zled his eyes, without lighting ths
surface of the world below.
He must go down there, in order to
be sure. He had not stopped to furi
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, test.
ing the right wing tentatively. There
was a play about 1t that he did not un-
derstand. So far as he could see moth
ing was broken. The fact that 1t was
his own arm did not occur to him.
He was Just turning to dive OF the
cliff-head when. suddenly. he saw the
great form Of the man he had sup
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 Cayleys
shoulders. and they went down to-
gether. over 900 feet of empty space
For Cayley the space was all too litua
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 clingtn2
to his shoulders.
They were, of course, bound to go
down. Neither his strength nor tho
area of his planes was suffi cient to
support them both in the air. But in
the position into which he had flung
himself they would go down a little
more slowly. He would gain, perhaps.
precious second more.
But he. did not waste even an In
finitesimal moment in any struggle
against the force Of gravity.
Twice. with all his might. he sent
his left fist crashing against the face