Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1912-09-27

tSllHS ontuOuSiy IN the starlight, our
breathing labored with the fierceness
of the fighting. Both our swords tasted
blood, he slicing my forearm, pierre
Ing his shoulder, yet neither wound
sufficed to bring any cessation of eff
fort. We were mad now with the fever
Of 1t, and struggling to kill, painting
fiercely, our faces flushed, the perspir-
alton dripping from our bodies, our
swords darling swiftly back and
forth. He was my match, and more,
and, had we been permitted to go on
to the end, would have worn me down
by sheer strength. Suddenly. above
the clash of steel, came the sound of
voices; our blades were struck up, and
the dark forms Of men pressed In be-
tween us.
Stop it. you hotheads!" some one
commanded gruf1iy. Hold your man,
Tolston, until l get at the reason for
this fighting. Who are you? Oh,
Grant, What's the trouble now? The
old thing, chr"
had no desire to wait his answer,
confident that Grant was sufficiently
angry to blurt out everything he knew.
They were all facing his way. actu-
ated by the recognition. Breathless
still, yet quick to seize the one and
only chance left, grabbed up my
jacket from the grass, and sprang into
the darkness. had gained hundred
feet before those behind grasped the
meaning of my unexpected flight, and
then the tumult Of voices only sent
me flying faster. realizing the pursuit.
The only open passage led directly
toward the river, and / raced through
the black night down the slope as
though all the fiends OF hell were aft
er me. / heard shouts, oaths, but
! there was no firing, and was far
enough ahead to be invisible by the
time l attained the bank. An open
barge lay there, mere black smudge,
and | stumbled blindly across this,
dropping silently over its side into the
water. 1t was not thought, but breath
less inability to attempt more, which
kept me there, clinging to a slat on
the side of the barge, so completely
submerged in tne river, as to be in
visible from above Swearing fierce
ly, my puPsuers stormed over the
barge, swinging their swords along
the edges to be sure | was not there.
One blade pricked me slightly, but l
held on, sinking yet deeper into the
stream. l could see the dim outline
OF heads peering over, but was not dis
covered. The same gruff voice which
had interrupted the duel broke through
the noise:
Il tell you he turned to the left;
saw him plainly enough. What did
you say the fellows name was.
Grant?"
How do know? He called himself
Fortesque."
Sure; the same one Carter was
sent out hunting after Well, he
lodged down there among those coal
sheds. This is the only way he could
have disappeared so suddenly. Come
on. all of you, except Moore and Car
taret, land well beat the shore"
heard them scramble across to the
bank, but there were sounds also
proving the guards left behind were
still on the deck above me. Then one
of the fellows sat down on the edge of
the barge, his feet dangling within
few inches Of my head
Might as well take 1t easy, Bill" he
said lazily. They're like to be an
hour layin' hands on the lad, an all
We got to do is see he don't fox back
this way. Got any tobacco, mater"
The other must have produced the
necessary weed, for there was a scrap
ing of flint and steel, CLEAN of fire
glinting on the water, and then the
pungent odor waited to me in pun of
smoke. With one hand, untouched
my sword belt. letting it. sword and
all, sink silently into the river.
must cross to the opposite bank some
how. and would have to dispense with
the weapon. Inch by inch, my fingers
gripping the narrow slat to which
chung, l worked slowly toward the
stern of the barge. making not so
much as a ripple in the water, and
keeping we'll hidden below the bulge
OF the side. The voices above droned
along in conversation, of which |
caught a few words.
Who was he? You mean the lad
they're after down yonder? Oh, mind
now, you came up later after we'd
started the chase. Holy Mother. [
don't know much myself. now come
to think OF 1t. He looked like a Brit
Usher, what saw Of him, an he was
fghtn' with Captain of Rangers
Grant was the name; maybe you know
the man?-behind one of the stands. :"
They'll never get him." returned
the other solemnly.
} Because it's my notion he swum