The leader-enterprise. [volume] (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1912-1915, 1913-01-10


IN his ear. --Uer move on you. or
you're goner" He began to rub
Bivens' ice clad wrists and hands. and
the little man snatched them away
angrily.
stop IT, he snarled. MY hands
are not cold now"
mo, they're freezing" he answered
as he started across the marsh in
dog trot. pulling Bivens after him
The little man stood it for hundred
yards, suddenly tore himself loose and
angrily faced his companion.
Say. suppose you attend to your
own hide-I can take care of my
self"
Il tell you, you're freeing. You're
getting numb As soon as / can get
your blood little warm we've got to
wade through that water for q hun
dred yards and make the yacht
'I'li do nothing Of the sort" Bfvens
said. "T'll stay here till the next tide
and walk out when the waters Obbed
of I'm not half as cold as was"
You're losing the power to feel.
You've got to plunge into that water
with me now. and we can fight our
way to safety In Eve minutes. The
water is only three feet deep, and |
can lift you over the big waves. Wen
be there in jiffy. Come orr
He seized his arm again and DIRE gged
him to the edge of the water. BiVens
stopped short and tore himself from
Stuart's grip.
'T'll see you to the bOttomless pit be-
fore I'll move another inch!'' he yelled
savagely. go to the devil and let me
alone. I'll take care of myself"
"Ali right" Stuart said cOntemptu-
ously as he turned and left him.
He began to walk briskly along the
marsh to keep warm. All he had to do
tonight was to apply the law of self
interest by which Bivens had lived
and waxed mighty and tomorrow he
could take the woman he loved in his
arms, move into his palace its master
and hers. There could be no mistake
about Mans feelings. He had read the
yearning of her heart with unerring
insight. Visions of a life of splendor.
beauty and power with her by his side
swept his Imagination.
shes mine, and I'll take her. he
cried. ''Tet the little. scheming. oily.
cunning scoundrel die tonight by his
own law of self interest. I've done
my part"
There came a change; his heart was
suddenly flooded with memories of his
boyhood. it's dreams of heroic deeds;
his mothers serene face, his fathers
high sense Of honor.
He turned quickly and retraced his
steps. Bivens was crouching On his
knees with his back to the fierce. icy
wind, feebly striking his hands to-
gethcr
"Are you going to fight your way
with me back to that yacht. Calf" he
asked sternly.
81 am not" was the short answer
81 am going to walk the marsh till a
o'clock"
"You haven't the strength. You
can't walk fast enough to keep from
freezing. You'll have to keep it up
eight hours. You're cold and wet and
exhausted. It's certain death if you
stay"
'T've told you I'll take my chances
here. and want "
He never finished the sentence. Stu
art suddenly gripped his throat. threw
him fat on his back and while he kick
ed and squirmed and swore drew Il
cord from his pocket and tied his
hands and feet securely.
Paying no further attention to his
groans and curses, he threw his little.
helpless form across his shoulders.
plunged into the water and began his
struggle to reach the yacht. 1t was
difficult and dangerous task, but at