Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-04-07

the civilized, habitable portion of the
world than his companions. He car
rted a rife slung by strap over his
shoulder, evidently foreseeing no i'm
mediate use for it, and a flask.
Cayley was too far aloft for their
conversation to be audible to him, but
he could hear that they were talking.
The leather-clad man appeared to be
doing the most of it, and, from the
infection Of his voice, he seemed to
be speaking in English
Presently he noticed that the leath-
er-clad man had forged little ahead
of his companions, or, rather-like a
fash this idea occurred to Cayley-
that the others were purposely lag
ging little behind
And then, before that sinister idea
could formulate itself into definite
suspicion, his eyes widened with
amaZement, and the cry he would
have uttered died in his throat; for
this man, who had so innocently al
lowed the others to fall behind him,
suddenly staggered, clutched at some
thing-it looked like thin ivory dart
that had transfixed his throat,
tugged it out in a sudden flood of
crimson, reeled little and then went
backwards over the CLASSY edge of
assure in the ice, which lay just to
the left Of the path where he had
been walking
From the instant when Cayley had
noticed the others dropping behind, to
the last glimpse he had of the body
of the murdered man could hardly
have been five seconds.
The instant the murdered man dis
appeared, another, who had not previ,
ously been with the party, it seemed,
appeared from behind a hummock of
ice. There could be no doubt either
that he was the assassin, or that he
was the commander of the little group
of skin-clad figures that remained.
The ambush appeared to have been
perfectly deliberate. There had been
no Outcry, not wen gesture of sur
prise or of remonstrance.
Cayley looked at the assassin curl
ously. He was dressed exactly like
the others, but seemed very much
bigger; seemed to walk with less of
SLOUGH, and had, even to Cayley's
limited view of him. an air of authori-
ty. Cayley was surprised at his not
being armed with a bow, for he knew
of no other way in which dart could
have been propelled with power
enough, even at close range, to have
transfixed a mans throat. The assas-
sins only weapon, except for CULVER
full of extra darts, seemed to be
short blunt stick, rudely Whitfield,
perhaps ten inches long.
Obedient, apparently, to the order
of the new arrival, the party changed
it's direction, leaving what was evil
IDENTIFY a well-known path to them for
a seemingly more direct but rougher
route And they moved now with an
appearance of haste. Presently they
scrambled over a precipitous ledge OF
ice and, in a moment, were lost to
Cayleys view.
The world was suddenly empty
again. as if no living foot had ever
trodden it; and Cayley, lowering
there, a little above the level OF the
ice, rubbed his eyes and wondered
whether the singular, silent tragedy
he had just witnessed were real, or
trick the mysterious arctic light had
played upon his tired eyes. But there
remained upon that vacant scene two
material reminders of the tragedy to
which it had afforded setting. One
was smudge of crimson on the snow;
the other, a little distance off, just
this side of the icy ridge over which
the last of the party had gone scram-
bling a moment before, was the
strange looking blunt stick which he
had seen in the assassins hand.
Cayley few little lower, his wings
almost Swimming the ice. Finally,
reaching the spot where the thing had
fallen, he alighted and picked it up.
Whether it's possessor had valued it,
or not, whether or not he might be
expected to return for it, Cayley did
not know, and did not much care.
He stood for some time turning the
thing over in his hands, puzzling over
it, trying to make out how it could
have been used as the instrument OF
propulsion to that deadly ivory dart.
There was groove on one side of it,
with a small ivory plug at the end.
The other end was curiously shaped,
misshapen, rather, for, though it was
obviously the end one held, Cayley
could not make it fit his hand, what
ever position he held it in
Giving up the problem at fast, he
tucked the stick into his belt, slipped
his arm through the strap in the
framework of his aeroplane and pre-
pared for flight, He had little diff
Guilty getting up, owing to the absence
of a breeze at this point. Finally ne
was Obliged to climb, with a good deal
OF labor, the icy ridge up which he
had watched the little party of MUIR
Gerers scram bling.
At the crest he cast glance
around, looking for them. but saw no
sisns of them. Then, getting a favor
able slant of the wind, he mounted
again into the element he now called