The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1913-03-13

"Tell Me, Arc You Hurt?"
dim outline. Except for the tapping
Of the water at their feet, all was
deathly still. Even the Indian fire had
died out, and 1t was hard to conceive
that savages were hidden behind that
black veil, and hat they two were
actually fleeing for their lives. To the
girl it was like some dreadful delirium
Of sleep, but the man felt the full
struggle. There was a star well down
in the south he chose to guide by, but
beyond that he must trust to good for
tune. Without a word he lifted her
again to his shoulder, and pushed on.
The water ran deeper, shelving off
rapidly, until it rose well above his
waist, and with sufficient current so
that he was compelled to lean against
it to maintain balance, scarcely ven
turing forward a foot at a time. Once
he stumbled over ONE obstruction,
barely averting a fall; he felt the
swift clutch of her fingers at his
throat, the quick adjustment of her
body, but her lips gave no utterance
Of alarm. His cropping feet touched
the edge of a hole, and he turned, fac
ing the current, tracing his way care
fully until he found a passage on solid
bottom. A bit Of driftwood swirled
down out Of the night; a w~ater-soaked
limb, striking against him before it
was even seen, bruised one arm, and
then lodged past like a wild thing,
leaving q glitter Of foam behind. The
sand-dunes grew darker, more dis
tinct, the water began to grow shall
low, the bottom changing from mud to
sand. He slipped and staggered in
the uncertain footing, his breath COM
ing in quicker gasps, yet with no cess
alton of effort. Once he felt the dread
ed suck about his ankles, and broke
into a reckless run, splashing straight
forward, falling at the waters edge.
yet not before the girl was resting
safely on the soft sand.
Strong as Hamlin was. his muscles
trained by strenuous outdoor life, he
lay there for a moment utterly help
less, more exhausted from the nervous
strain indeed, than ths physical exer-
ton. He had realized fully the des-
perate nature Of hat passage, expect
ing every step to be engulfed, and the
reaction, the knowledge that they had
actually attained the shore safely, left
him weak as a child, hardly able to
comprehend the fact. The girl was
upon her feet first, alarmed and So
licitous, bending down to touch him
with her hand.
Sergeant, you are not hurt?" she
questioned. "Tell me you are not
hurt?"
ooh, no." dragging himself up the
bank, yet painting as he ~endeavored
to speak cheerfully. "Only that was
a rather hard pull, the last Of it, and I
am short of breath. 1 shall be all
right In a moment"
There was a sand-dune Just beyond.
and he seated himself and leaned
against 1t.
IT am beginning to breathe easier
already" he explained. "Sit down
here, Miss Mcdonald. We are safe
enough now In this darkness"
"You are all wet. soaking wet"
"That is nothing; the sand is warm
yet from yesterdays sun. and my
clothes will dry fast enough. 1t Is be-
ginning to grow light In the east" !,
The faces of both turned in that d.
rection where appeared the first twi-
light approach Of dawn. Already
we're visible the dark lines Of the OPP
posite shore, Cross the CLEAN of wa
ter. and beyond appeared the dim out
line Of the higher bluffs. The slope be-
tween river and hill, however, re-
NAMED in impenetrable darkness. The
minds of both fugitives reverted to
the same scene-the wrecked stage
with its dead passengers within, its
savage watchers without. She lifted
her head, and the soft light reflected
on her face.
II thank God we are not "
there now" she said f~alteringly.
YES" he admitted. "They will be
creeping In closer; they will not wait
much longer. Hard as I have worked.
I can't realize yet that we are out of
those tolls"
You did not expect to succeed"