The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-03-17
The SECRET OF
LONESOME COVE
BIZ
SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
AUTHOR OF AVERAGE JONES ETC
Copyright. 1914. The Bohhs Merrill Company.

upon the distorted face OF the halt
breed. Terror, rage, oveFHast sriRl
amazement. and the soul-panic OF the
supernatural glared from the blue
white eyeballs OF the Negro. but the
jaw and chin were set firm in the
stoicism OF the Indian. In that strange
racial conflict OF emotions the fierceI
| inner strain won. Gansett Jim frame
relaxed. He grunted
Good boy, Jim" Chester Kents
voice. at the half-breed's ear, was the
voice OF one who soothes an affrighted
horse. II didn't know whether you
could stand II or not You see, you
didn't shoot Mr.. Sedgwick. after all.
dunno what you mean" grunted
Gansett Jim.
| And you mustn't shoot a, aim any
more continued the scientist. The
tone was soft as a woman's; but Sedg-
wick felt in II the tensity OF a man
ready for any extreme. Perhaps the
| half-breed. too, felt the peril of that
determination for he hung his head.
I've brought you here 10 show you
why. Pay good heed, now \ man
travelling in a wagon was met here.
as he says, by a woman-you under
stand-who questioned him and then
went on. He followed the trail
through the brush and found the
signs OF a fight. The fight took place
before the death Here's the lantern.
Take his trail from here
Without word tho halfbreed
snatched the light and plunged into
by-path After a few minutes OF
swift going he pulled up short. In an
open copse OF ash. and set the lam
tern on the ground Hound-like. he
nosed about the trodden earth SUD.
denly he darted across and, Selling
Sedgwick's ankle, lifted his foot. al.
most throwing him from his balance.
Sedgwick wrenched himself free and.
with a swinging blow. into which he
put al the energy OF his represseu
wrath, knocked the half-breed fat.
Hands off, damn you" he growled
Gansett Jim got 70 his feet a little
unsteadily. Expectant of rush, his
assailant stood. with weight thrown
forward: but the other made no slight
est attempt at reprisal Catching up
the lantern. which had rolled from
his hand. he threw its light upon
Sedgwick's forward foot. Then he
turned away. Kent whistled softly.
The whistle had purring quality OF
content
Not the same as the footprint,
eh?' he remarked.
Footprint too small, grunted Gan
sett Jim.
How many people; two?'
Three"
Three. of course. | had forgotten
the cfrcus-wagon man. He came
later. But, Jim, you see IL wasn't Mr..
Sedgwick"
What he follow for?" demanded
the other savagely.
No evil purpose. You can take his
trail from the circus wagon and fol-
low that, II You want 10 satisfy your
self further than he wasn't here. III
let you have the lantern. Only, re-
member. now No more shooting AT
the wrong man."
The half-breed made no reply.
And you. Sedgwick Here's the
destroyer. Do you still want to kiln
him? ?"
Il suppose not" replied the artist
lifelessly
your life and not against your pic
ture," commented Kent with a smile.
Well. our nights work is done.
Lifting the lantern, he held it in the
face OF the half-breed lin"
HUH"
When you really want TO know
who made those footprints. come and
tell me who the body In Analaka
is. A trade for a
trade. You understand"
The eyes stared, imlr able. The
chin did not culver. Reaching for the
lantern, Gansett Jim. ow nine OF
Indian to one OF Negro, turned away
from them to the pathway. NO" he
said stolidly.
AS the flicker OF radiance danced
and disappeared in the forest Sedg.
wick spoke. We'll. do you consider
that we've made a friend >"
No" answered Chester Kent: but
we've done whats as good. We've
quashed an enmity."