The daily sentinel., 1914-06-10

every faint creaking sound that aanh, WI. t
ears. She flung herself wildly through the tangle
OF timex vegetation that barred her wav from
the sound, crying aloud at the TOP of her voice
FOR assistance even though she knew no sound
could carry to the men, She found herself stand
ing upon pebbly little beach that snatcbs5 a
serene crescent of water from tb. ocean Strain
ing her eyes she could dimly see a large row
boat at the tip of the crescent, its objective
point being obviously a beautifully slender Yacht
anchored well out to sea.
Lucille waved her arms in the air wildly
running up and down the beach in desperation
as she her opportunity for psfsne fror, tho
terrible jungle reccding Her throat was racl,ad
from the dry sobs which escaped her. sobs Of
rage and ehagrn at her cowardice and folly
The papers were in her possession the papers
TOR which she fought so hard and which were so
useless here. And, the first opportunity to get
away, get where they might do some good her
courage had failed her
Suddenly she stopped dead ;r L, ., l.,
hsts tightly clenched as She pressed IbcT,
against her breast frightened for fear what She
had seen might turn out nothing more than an
optical Illusion. Then. with n gasp of deIigbt
she made out that the boat had stonnad tbo+ 9be
man standing in the bow no chmera of her
Dralh' ana that it was being turned and was
coming toward her Was coming toward her
Over and again she repeated n She
had peen seen at the last moment and was going
10 be taken away. She lifted her eyes in an un-
spoken prayer, prayer that included promise
never again to allow hardship to so rvealseD and
blind her as it had done this time And tbe
prayer was not even finished before the boat
sell speaking to heavy-featured, youngish man
who was evidently in command of the yacht.
There wts something sinister about the man
something sne could not define and which she set
down to be freakish feminine mood that made
her-distrust him while she told her story
she noticed that he was paying but slight atten-
ton to her words but that his ewes were fast
ened upon her face In such bold admiration that
she instinctively drew away from him
Suddenly he turned to his men, roughly or
der1ng them to prepare for the row out then
assisted Lucille a do a1F
though she would she could not feel the ioy
that seemed natural the boat slipped through
the water propelled by the sturdy oarsmen She
studied them keenly. Rough, powerful men they
We're, but she was woman enough to know them
10 be the sort easily handled by beautiful
woman, the weaker the easier. Something told
her before she done with the captain Of the
yacht there would the necessity for up
pealing TO them. And she that this man was
heartily dsfiked, that his arrogant manner his
gruf commands were not pleasant to his crew
She noticed also that two of the oarsmen had
faces that showed signs of recent battering. The
intuition that had served her SO well before
told her Captain Wetherell for such was The
name he used in introducing himself, had been
party to this
1t was the sixth day out that for the first
time she saw the man upon the deck in day
time. Captain Wetherell was scanning the sky
his brow clouded and his heavy jaw thrust for
ward like angry bulldog Lucille was stand
ing beside the old boatswain, questioning him
and Willing away the long sultry day by listen
ing to the stories he loved to tell her She was
suddenly aware OF the keen, lowering scrutiny of
her host and, as was her custom, Immediately
started toward her cabin She heard a swift
step across the deck and hurried the faster, only
pausing TO look back when she reached her door
little cry of pity and rage came from her
lips when, with an ugly OATH Wetherell lifted
his great fist and hoored the old seaman grin
ming maliciousy down at the man, then with a
shrug Of the shoulders starting to turn away.
Every womanly impulse up within her at
the outrageous, uncalled-for attack. Forgetful of
her precarous position, forgetful of every
thing the pain of mn he dacl
she started TO his assistance, when the door of
the Chinaman's state-room slapped open and the
occupant strode across the deck toward Weth-
erell
And then Lucille halted stone-still, her eyes
widening with amazement and terror. She could
not ana1yze her sensation did not attempt to do
80, but there something about the
ments of the man, commanding mastery.
control Of seif-evident rage as he spoke with
Wetherell In low tones of suppressed passion
that struck chill to her heart.
The captain eyed the man angrlly for a mo-
ment then turned and slipped away. his very
back dropping like that of whipped cur. Lucille
turned to enter her cabin but something caused
the door to stick open scant inch or She
felt an inclination TO scream for aid but amaze
ment at recognition of the who stepped
into the cabin behind her, softly closing the
door, held her dumb For, under the yellow
colorng, the made-up slanting eyes, the Mon
ogolian mask he had so cunningly assumed, fear
loanng clarity to her vision, she recognized
Hugo Loubeque and instinctively both hands
casped at the little bag about her neck which
held the precious papers. The spy smiled at the
impusive gesture.
"You have guessed the for this in
trusion, Miss Love" he murmured gravely, his
rich voice holding a note Of Difference and apol-
ogy which she recalled much part of him,
which was continually checking her hatred for
the man. 81 am sorry but you surely must see
by now that there is escape from me; you
must understand that this pursuit is most
pleasant but that you have chance to thwart
me- The papers II you please"
The terror-widened eyes of the girl
rowed slowly rs her gaze travelled from the in
domtable face to the outstretched hand. No
chance, he said But there a chance, always
had been,a chance always would be, 80 long
she retained the courage to fight himl The game
was in her hands, had been equal up to now.
Her lips parted in n smile she moved toward
the door and held II open for him to leave. He
frowned impatiently. shaking his head though
at the stubbornness of child.
aMiss Lucille" he continued, his tones sharp
er, "you must appreciate my forbearance toward
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