The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-03-17
cHAPTER 4.
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Evidently you've found something.
commented Sedgwick. who had be-
gun to comprehend his friends pecu-
liar methods OF expression.
Nothing"
Then Why are you 80 pleased with
yoursolfT'
That II why"
Because you've found nothingr
Exactly"
1T seems an easy system" observed
the artist sarcastically.
80 II IL. to a reasoning being. I'm
satisfied that some one Aired a shot
from here. The marksman-a good
ons-saw you. as he supposed. jerk
to the shot a. II with bullet through
you. and went away satisfied
Leaving no trace behind him.
added Sedgwick.
mo trace that Ia tangible. There
In lies the evidence"
,"O6 course you don't expect me to
follow that"
why mott Look at the ground in
tie thicket"
What Ii there to DO seen there,
since you've said there are no
marksY"
Tho son n very soft
''Yss: there's . spring just back OF
~"
~Yet there's not q footprint discern
ibls on T."
i've got that part OF the lesson BY
hsart, ] think
use your brain on II, then. Some
one designing To make you his tar
ret, has been In this thicket: been and
gone. and left the place trackless
That some one was a keen soft-footed
voodsmAn. Putting it in words OF
one syllable, should say he probably
had the racial instinct OF the hunt.
Does ths4 flush any idea from the deep
ana devious coverts Of your brain?
ARacial instinct! Gansett Jim!"
aid 6sdgwick.
'Uxactly. II had found tracks ali
over the place, ] should have known
Il wasn't he. Finding nothing. was
naturally pleased
That's more than l am" retorted
the other. II suppose he's likely TO
resume his gunnery At any time"
"Unless We can discourage him--as
| expect we can"
~pimcuities might be put in our
way. Sheriff Len Schlager and the
hxifbreed are In some sort OF loose
partnership In this affair. a. you
know. Gansett Jim honestly thinks
that you had hand In the Lonesome
Cove murder, a. he believes 1t to be.
III isn't impossible that the sheriff has
sfhbtIy egged him on to kill you in re-
Nenge."
Hs.Why does the sheriff want me
Kiitrd?''
Yc,Nothing personal. l assure you"
Nnrwered Kent with mock courtesy.
Nl.re already explained that he Will
IN arrest you. But you're the sus-
Meet and IL you were put out OF the
INV every one would believe you the
Murderer. There would be per-
1sYlctory investigation, the whole
SAing would be hushed up. and the
body in Annalaka churchyard would
rest in peace-presumably pront-
ebie peace for the sheriff"
sS~Fiat out, Kent. do you know VINO
4he dead woman is?"
ss..Es1at out, don't But rye a shrewd
.xuess that I'll find out before long.
fIOm 0ouscll JIM
NO hope there. He's an Indian
What I'm going TO see him about now
IL your safety"
Now? Where do you expect to
and him."
I'm the village. I hope. II wouldn't
do for you to come there. But want
You TO go to the spot where you met
the circus-wagon man. and wait, un-
I'll bring Jim"
Il was q long wait for the worried
artist, In the deep forest that bound
"a the lonely road along Hawkill
Heights. Ten o'clock had chimed
ACROSS the hill from the distant VII
laxe, when he heard footsteps, and at
A-call from Kent, stepped out into the
clear. holding the lantern above him. !
The light showed a strange spectacle. /
Kent, watchful, keen. ready as a cat !
70 spring. stood with his eyes fixed |,