Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-05-08

Leaving no trace behind him." adj
ded Sedgwick.
mo trace that is tangible. Therein
lies the evidence"
''Of course. you don't expect me to
follow that.
why not? Look at the ground in
the thieket"
What is there to be seen there.
since you've said there are no
marks?"
1.-THE soil is very soft"
Eyes; there's spring just back of
u.s.
yet there's not footprint dis
cernible on it,
1--WE got that part of the lesson by
heart. I Think
Use your brains on it, then. Some
one designing TO make you his tar
get, has been in this Athicket; been
and gone and left the place track
less. That some one was keen soft
footed woodman. Putting 1t In
words of one syllable, I should say
he probably had the racial instinct
of the hunt. Does that flush any
idea from the deep and devious COW
erts of your brain?"
Racial instinct? Gansett .Jim!"
said Sedgwick.
Exactly. If l had found tracks
all over the place, I should have
known it wasn't he. Finding MOTH
ing, I was naturally pleased.''
That's more than I am retorted
the other. II suppose he's likely to
resume his gunnery at any time"
Unless we can discourage him-as
expect we cam
by having him arrested?"
Difficulties might be put in our
way. Sheriff Len Schlager and the
half-breed are in some sort of loose
partnership in this affair, as you
know. Gansett Jim honestly thinks
that you had a hand in the Lonesome
Cove murder, as he believes it to be.
It isn't impossible that the sheriff has
subtly egged him on to kill you in
revenge"
why does the sheriff want me
killed."
Nothing personal, I assure YOU"
answered Kent with mock courtesy.
1--WE already explained that he will
not arrest you. But you're the sus-
way every one would believe you the
murderer. There would be a per-
functory investigation, the whole
thing would be hushed up, and the
body in Annalaka ehurchyard would
rest in peace-presumably profita-
BILE peace for the sheriff"
"Flat out. Kent, do you know who
the dead woman is?"
''Flat out. don't. But I've a shrewd
guess that I'll find out before long,"
From Gansett JIM"
mo hope there He's an Indian.
What I'm going to see him about now
is your. safety"
Nov? Where do you expect to
find him."
''In the village, hope. 1t wouldn't
do for you to come there. But want
you to go to the spot where you met
the circus-wagon man, and wait, until
I bring Jim"
1t was a long wait for the. worried
artist, in the deep forest that bounded
the lonely road along Hawkill
Heights. Ten o'clock had chimed
across the hill from the Distant
village, when he heard footsteps, and
at call from Kent. stepped out into
the clear holding the lantern above
him. The light showed strange
spectacle. Kent, watchful, keen,
ready as cat to spring, stood with
his eyes fixed upon the distorted face
of the half-breed. Terror, rage, over
mastering amazement. and the SOUL
paIl4c 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
fiercer, finer strain won. Gansett Jim's
frame relaxed He grunted.
Good boy, JIM" Chester Kent's
voice, at the half-breeds ear, was
the voice ofNone who soothes an af-
frighted horse. II didn't know
whether you could stand it or not.
You see, you didn't shoot Mr.. Sedg-
wick after ALL
Dunno what you mean," grunted
Gansett Jim.
''And you mustn't shoot at him any
more" continued the scientist. The
tone was soft as woman's; but
.Sedgwick felt in it 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. 1--WE brought you here to show
you why. Pay good heed, now.
man travelling in a wagon was met
here, as he says, by a woman--you
Understandable questioned him and
then went on. He followed the trail
through the brush and found the
signs of fight. The fight took place
before the death. Here's the lantern.
Take his trail from here"
ITO Be Continued Tomorrow.)