Evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1907-1913, 1912-09-05
CHAPTER v.
Found Dead.
CONTINUED from yesterday

the least possible Clamor from the ex-
haust, suddenly missed a stroke and
then, after a succession of choking
sobs, ceased all effort, and gradually
losing Roadway, drifted idly with the
tide.
well done, Jerry" l whispered
from my seat in the stern to the cap
able young Trishman who was bend
ing over the motor-whispered be-
cause, as all the world knows. the
water is a sounding board, and | had
no intention of permitting any one
on shore to hear my words of APP
prevail.
70 all appearances the motor had
broken down, and We were voyagers
In distress
The tides settin' in" murmured
Jerry. UNLESS l miss me guess, it'll
land us on his beach inside o. five
minutes, sir"
The slender scallop of a new moon
had set an hour before, but the night
twas luminously clear, and the stars
blazed with an almost southern efful,
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land the waters of the Mianus were
scarcely rippled The air was chill,
however, though now and then there
came to us a warm breath from the
fields which all day long had lain bah.
ing In the fervent sunshine. Along
1.-THE shore to our left we caught the
CLINT of lights from the summer cot
ttages.
To Jerry Rooney every inch of the
little bay and river was familiar.
Each light was for him a landmark;
land so, as much by intuition as care
,ful calculation, he had clogged the
engine at point whence, taking
tide and current into consideration,
We might count upon drifting to the
water end of Artist Murphy's lawn.
Gas We drew nearer and he stealth
ilyN%Mnted out to me the location,
vas ~ to descry a little grove of
trees, black In the starlight, making
4 horizontal barrier across the limit
cd enclosure, and hiding. like rope
lportiere, the bungalow from the riv-
Ter. Through this no lights penetrated,
and I began to doubt that, after all
my pains, | should find at home the
object of their taking.
A eatboat, with sail wrinkling in
he uncertain breeze, glided by us, al
most too near for comfort, and we
caught a sentence, two sentences. in
fact, from the conversation of the
occupants:
Nobody knows him." in clear, ring
ing masculine tones and, Hes
handsome. if he is surly," in q wom-
ans voice.
wondered II they were speaking
of Murphy. My telephone inquiry Of
Cameron and subsequent questioning
OF the men about my place had
proved TO me that both observations
would apply. No one seemed to know
very much of this brawny, sandy
giant, in spite of his two years resi-
dence in the neighborhood.
Now the shores shadow was en-
gulfng us, and the next moment, with
a gentle swish of waters, we felt the
boats bottom CRATE on the pebbly
beach. There was landing a short
distance further up-a spindlng
wooden pier-and TO this Jerry, knee
deep in the black water, turned the
boat and made 1t fast.
The prospect which confronted us
as we walked shoreward over the
creaking planks was about as hos
pftab'e as the grim walls of a prison.
The rec barrier rose stark and for
bidding a dozen yards away. Be
tween it and the river was com
bination Of pebbles. sand, high grass,
and ragged overgrown lawn. family
visible in the starlight On nearer
approach, however, We found an open
Ing in the curtain of trees, a veritable
valley Of shadow, through which We
passed to strip Of neglected sward
and a squat, implanted weather-boat-
on cottage Of a single story, with
vine-screened yeraudah.
And in what seemed to us the very
center Of the house front, there shone
a tiny glowing point Of red fire. We
had not come altogether in vain. By
al the odds of chance, it was safe
conclusion that Murphy, in propria
persona, was behind that lighted end
Of a cigar. Then We saw the point
move, describing q half circle, and ST.
multaneously a voice rang out-a
deep, sonorous voice. but Of churlish
tntonation:
What do you want herc?"
suppose he expected 1ae 10 come
to sudden halt but I VS. hen only
a few steps distant from the yeran-|
dab, and as l answered him, I Gov
cred that distance.
My motor boat ran out Of easo-
lene," | said, and drifted to your
beach was in hopes We might Dor.
row enough to get us home"
saw him now. dimly, in the shad-
owed recess. He was seated facing
me. creature Of great bulk. with
huge head and ponderous shoulders.
Il don't keep gasolene," was his
grn1 response.
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