The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1913-01-18
CHAPTER v-(Continued)

CHAPTER v-(Continued).
At last l saw him. halfway amen
able to reason. Now that he was out
of the shadow, l saw too. more clear
ly, what manner OF man he was. His
head, as l had already discerned 1t
through the gloom. was abnormal!y
large. yet not out of proportion with
his herculean torso. His red hair.
frowsy, unkempt, was OF such abund-
ance that, In the dark, its outline had
given me a grotesquely magnifled i'm
preston. His red beard, too, was
thick, long. and untrimmed. What lit
tie Of his face showed, was sunburned
TO what, in the dim light. seemed the
color of ripe russet apples. His eyes
were nearly indiscernible, deep set.
under bushy red brows.
II you had shown the least bit OF
humanity to brother men in distress.
! responded. in a half jocular vein,
I'D probably never thought OF this
being your place. and you being you :
and the incident of the morning
might have been forgotten
/ thought l heard his teeth grit to-
gether in his effort to suppress ris-
ing rage. | certainly saw his hands
clench; and then. with an assumption
OF indifference, he took final pun
at his cigar and tossed it, sparkling.
among the weeds of his lawn.
1t was evident to me. now. that in
spite of the nonchalance he affected,
my reference to the Chinaman's g
poaching, and his presence at Crag.
holt. had aroused his interest. and SO
hoping to draw him out. l continued:
Your man told the lodgekeeper
that you sent him over to borrow a
rifle"
believe a Chinaman, do you?" he re-
turned
1T wasn't for me to believe or dis
believe. The lodge-keeper believed
him"
And so he borrowed rife. and
then with one of Cameron's own in
struments of destruction proceeded
to destroy Cameron's game? Is that
it? What did he shoot? A deer or
one Of those starved-looking white
dogs that Cameron has following him
about?''
Apparently Murphy knew much
more of my friend than my friend
knew OF Murphy.
Neither, l fancy. In fact. I'm not
sure just what he did shoot in the
way of game. But he seems to have
INDUCED in a bit Of target practice.
He found a piece Of an old portrait,
tackled it to a tree, and shot holes In
it. Rather silly, eh? Foolish for him
to chance getting into trouble for
child's play Of that sort"
How do you know that" he
growled. with an inadvertent drop
ping of his mask. There was no mis-
taking. now, that had made captive
his attention.
Il saw the target" answered.
simply.
That's like saying. I caught a
twelve-pound bass. Here's the hook
and line to prove it.
Il have a scale of the bass"
"A what?"
Something your Chinaman dropped
beside the tree"
Pblegmatic though he was, some
thing very like start followed upon
my words. Then, as II to cover the
movement, he shrugged his shoul-
ders, and chuckled ponderously.
His visiting card, | suppose"
Nearly as good" I supplied. The
bowl OF his opium pipe
At that moment Jerry came around
the corner of the house and stopped
abruptly, stupefied by surprise; for
from the open mouth of the giant
there issued a roar of bass laughter.
that reverberated in weird discord-
ance through the night silences.
You bally idiot!' he cried, his guf-
faw ended. Il suppose 10 persons ex-
cept Chinamer smoke opium. eh!
And that being 80, no Chinaman but
my Chinaman could have made tar
get Of a piece of an old portrait and
dropped his pipe bowl at the foot OF
a tree! Go On with you, you make
me sick!" And then, seeing Jerry,
who had quickly Joined me: "Didn' t
find him, eh? Well, that's not strange
Having lost the bowl OF his pipe, he's
probably gone to borrow another
from a laundryman friend in Cos
Cob; and that, by the way, is' aoou'
the nearest place for you to buy gas
olene"
The next day l spent at my once
In New York, busy with the hundred
tAeealls ahat 20 to the making OF