Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1912-04-17

fantastic borderland of dreams. Yet
such was his command of self that he
would not yield to the caressing touch
Of drowsiness, but merely lay motion
less and at rest, communing with his
fancy. And that led him out Of the
sordid saloon Of the Rance across the
seas that lay ahead Of that ships
PROV, to the fair land whittier he was
to convey the Pool Of Flame. q.
Abruptly he leapt to his feet, wide
awake and raging.
A blow was still sounding through
the saloon dull crash. Buried half
way to the hilt in the bulkhead back
of the transom a knife Quiyered. In
stinctiveiy the wanderers fingers had
closed upon the grip of his revolver.
He pulled the trigger almost before
he realized what had happened and
sent a bullet winging toward a spot
on the gangway above where pair
of long brown legs had been but now
were not. On the heels of that fruit.
less shot he sent another, this time
with no murderous intent, but to
warn the captain on the bridge. Here
at last was an issue forced, animus
proven, assassination indisputably at
tempted.
He sprang for the eompanionway,
was half way up 1t in q thought, his
heart hot within him. mouth dry with
thirst for that fascar's blood. Not a
third time should the man escape his
Judgment at the hands Of O'Rourke.
ne swore.
A stentorian roar saluted him as he
gained the deck-a below choked and
ending in sickening gurgle.
O'Rourke in a flash swung on his
heel. simultaneously he came face to
face with Quick. He could have cried
aloud In pity.
The captain swayed before him, q
massively built figure clothed all in
white, huge arms trembling towards
his head, revolver dropping from q
nerveless hand, his chin fallen for
ward on his chest, stupid, weary
smile on his face, and dark and hid
eous smear spreading swiftly over the
bosom Of his shirt
A cry of horror, despair and rage
stuck in the wanderers throat. Quick,
who had hailed his appearance on the
Rance at Alden as harbinger Of good
luck, had been foully murdered. His
dominant emotion of the moment, an
intense and piiful solicitude for the
dying man, threw him of his guard.
Under it's influence he forgot the des.
perate case Of which this tragedy
brought all aboard the Rance, put out
his arms, received the falling body,
and let 1t gently to the deck.
But in a trice he was alive again to
his own peril. In the twinkling Of an
eye he saw a flash Of light gliding to-
wards him with resistless impetus.
Intuitively he swung to one side, to
the right, and leapt to his feet. At
that the knife, a kris sinuous and
keen, ran ccld upon the flesh Of his
chest, slit through his shirt, caught
In the thong that held the Pool Of
Flame, and tore out, leaving a Tapping
hole and scraping hands breadth
of skin from his forearm. Needless
Of this, only in fact subconsciously
aware that the channels bag had fallen
to the deck, he caught at the hand
that had welded the kris; his fingers
closed about the wrist, and, bracing
himself, he swung the assassin of his
feet. So doing, his fingers alipped on
the mans greasy skin and ho stum-
bled of his balance.
His object, however, had been ac-
complished. The murderer, hurled q
yard or more through the air, fell and
slid along tho deck into q group Of
fRscara ma NJ whom. like a nine-Dinl