The Forrest City times., 1913-04-04
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The average healthy man csn sc ese days without food or drink" | What have you done with him? ?' Hes in the seaman's quarters, for ard, sir"
 See that he's kept there, MT. Mac Leod," l told him. I'd feel better 1T you put watch on him tonight. To morrow we'll run in to Gloucester and look up his people and friends"
 Very good. sir"
 Thank you"
 l thought of having look at Peter Johnson, myself, for I was somewhat curious to study that face again when It was sentient, and had eyes open but on second thought I decided to wait until morning It seemed silly to suspect this seemingly honest but unfortunate fisherman.
 | We had not been speeding so well during the afternoon; there was some trouble reported from the engine 1 room, and 1t was a question whether We had made over fifteen knots an hour since two o'clock l know that at ten o'clock that night, when the moon went down, We were somewhere east of Nantucket, and directly in the path of the transatlantic liners.
 The night was balmy as night in springtime, and Cameron and in light overcoats sat on the after-deck, watching the moon slide slowly below lta Ot,r 1ha close together, facing the lee rail; his the farther astern. We talked or many things, I remember. He was al ways interested in my work, and es- pec1ally in my ambitions to make The Week power for national good; and, l remember that We discussed several projects I then had in mind for bring ing about reform in high places. But the subject which then interested me most, and regarding which I still ex- perienced a vague, unreasoning uneas- mess, he had avoided throughout the day and evening. with what seemed to me studied intent.
 The sudden cessation of hostilities on the part of those whom he had been given every reason to look upon as his implacable enemies, was cer- tainly strange enough to have invited endless debate; and I marveled that, after having accepted my falsehood with me the whole marvelously per picking business.
 His mind, I knew, was relieved by what l had made him believe, or he would not now be the man he was; but despite that. 1t appeared to me, 1t would be most natural for him, on this day of all days-the twenty-first of the month-to question, at least, my previously emphatically stated conclusions.
 There had been a moment of silence between us, and these reflections were dominant with me, as six bells, ring ing out unsteady, announced that midnight was but an hour distant At that instant, while in time to the bells strokes, there echoed in my brain the words: Know then, that be- fore the morning of the eighth day hence" Cameron, lowering his ci- gar, turned to me with
 Clyde, I wonder if you have for gotten what day this is!"
 1 don't know why, coming at just that particular juncture, the question should be more upsetting than if 1t had come at some other time of day. but l know 1t seemed so to me
 For little space my tongue refused it's office. There was a lump in my throat which demanded to be swal- lowed, and I made pretence of coughing to hide my plight. At length I answered, a bit lamely;
 No, I haven't forgotten. It's Wednesday, the twenty-hrst of Octo- Der"
 He returned his cigar to his lips and smoked in silence for full minute. Then, he said, quietly:
 Its seven days since that empty envelope came"
 Yes" I returned.
 There was another slight pause and he went on:
 T have been thinking that possibly you were wrong about the significance of that empty envelope. Possibly those enigmatical persons intended that absence of a definite threat to imply the inconcelyably terrible"
 Now that he had started to talk about 1t, wished that he had contin- ued his silence. l could not under stand how I had convinced him be- fore, knowing all the while that was without truth to support me. Ger tainly, now, peryaded as I was with that grim disquetude, it would be even more difficult to carry conviction with my words.
 "Whateyer they intended" l yen tured yielding a fraction of a point it seems 10 me that they'll have some difficulty in carrying 1t out There are no portraits here to muUlate and no mirrors to smash. For the previ- ous performances there must be some more or less simple explanation Neither you nor I believe in the su- pernatural; therefore the things that 1 happened at CraghOlt were hrOueht