The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1913-03-21


CHAPTER -yCoreirued)
At last I saw him halfway amen
able 10 reason. Now that be was Out
OF the shadow, 7 saw TOO, more clear
~, what manner Of man he was. His
head, as I had already discerned IL
through the gloom, was abnormai,y
large, yet not out Of proportion with
his herculean torso. His red hair
frowsy, unkernpt, was Of such abund-
ance that, IN the dark, it's outline had
given ne grotesdueiy magnified 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 russell apples. His eyes
were nearly indiscarnible. deep set,
under bushy red brows.
"Tf you had shown the least BIT OF
humanity To brother men Ia distress, -
I responded. IN half ocular vein,
I'D probably never thought OF this
being your place, aud you being you;
and the incident Of the morning
nave OtSu LOFEOiAcA
I thought heard his teeth grit to-
gether IN his effort TO suppress RS
fng age ! certainly saw his hands
ciench: and then, with an assumption
OF Indifference, he took a final puff
az his cigar and tossed It, sparkling.
among the weeds OF his lawn.
Il was evident 70 me, now, that IN
e-+te Of the nonchalance he affected,
rly reference 10 the Chinaman's
poachfng, and his presence at Crag-
holt. had aroused his interest, and so
hoping 70 draw him out, I continued:
Your man told the lodge-keeper
that you sent him over TO borrow a
rife"
You don't mean to tell me you'd
believe a Chinaman, do your" he re-
turned.
ut wasn't for ne to believe or dis
believe. The lodge-keeper believed
him"
And so he borrowed a rifle, and
then with ono OF Cameron's own in
struments OF destruction proceeded
to destroy Camerons game? Is that
TT 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, fancy. In fact, I'm not
E,xrA
way Of game, But h. seems to have
INDUCED In a bit OF target practice.
He found a piece OF an old portrait.
tackled II 10 a tres. and shot holes in
IT. Rather silly. Ell? 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 vas no mis-
taking, now, that 7 had made captive
bis attention.
y saw tho target" answered,
simply.
That's like saying. 7 caught a
underground bass Herss the hook
and line to prove Il "
nave q EEdi8 u me Da5H.
"A what7'
Something your Chinaman dropped
beside the tree"
Phlegmatic though he was. some
thing very Ike a start followed upon
my words. Then, as IL 10 cover The
movement, he shrugged his shout
ders, and chuckled ponderously.
His visiting card, I 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. stupefed by surprise; for
from the open mouth OF the giant
there issued roar OF bass laughter.
that reverberated IN weird discord-
ance through the night silences.
You bally IDIOT" he cried, his g7lr
faw ended. Il suppose no persons ex-
cept Cinnamon smoke opium. eh!
And that being 90. no Chinanan 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
ind him, Ell? Well. that's NOT strange.
Having lost the bowl OF his pipe, he's
probably gone 10 borrow another
from laundryman friend in Cos
Cob; and that, by the way, is about
the nearest place for you to buy gas
olene"
The Eext day I spent at my office,
IN New York, busy with the hundred
details that go to the making Of a