The Green Forest tribune., 1915-07-02

for a \ side of the border. You're safe as long as you like to stay.'
 Craig nodded gratefully.
 All the same," he said, fear that l must go'
 The professor coughed
 T am sure, Craig" he declared, "that you have decided wisely"
 Craig looked gloomily away.
 There is nothing else for me to do,' he said. "The child must be met and looked after. Besides. I am sick of it all. You may as well know the truth"
 "Why not now?" Quest suggested, softly.
 'In New York;" Craig replied. "and not before"
 Quest and the professor exchanged meaning glances.
 Every well," the former decided, turning away; 'in a week from today, Craig, shall expect you to report at the professors house."
 They left the room together. Long Jim fingered by Craig's side
 Those guys have been soaring you some, 1 guess, he remarked. For. get 'em, cookie. They cant touch you here. Of course. if you go to New York it's your own show
 q know that" Craig replied, gloom. fly
 One of the girls passed her arm through Long Jim's.
 "Just one dance she whispered. He hesitated, looking out of the Window Then he shrugged his shoui- ders.
 I'm tired of those guys he re- marked to Craig, with a grin. Guess I'll st4y here for bit" Craig was left alone for few min utes. Suddenly Marta glided in and sat by his side. Her eyes were fash ing with anger.
 You know what they said, those two as they passed out?" she whis- pered, hoarsely. 'I heard them They are going to board the 8:30 train tomorrow morning. The dark man turned and said to the other: If he is not on that, we'll wait till we find him. Once we get him in New York, he's our man. A little exclamation of anger broke from Craig's lips. The girl caught at his arm.
 Don't go,' she begged. Don't go. There are plenty of places near here where you can hide, where we could go together and live quite simply. I'd work for you. Take me away from this, somewhere over the hills. Don't go to New York They are cruel, those men. They are hunting you-I can see it in their faces Craig shook his head sadly. Little girl,' he said, q should like to go with you along that valley and oyer the hills and forget that l had ever lived in any other world. But I can't do it. There's a child there now, on the ocean, nearer to New York every day, my sisters own child and no one to meet her. And-there are the other things. l have sinned and I must pay. . My God!'
 The room suddenly rang with Mar ta's shriek Through the open win dow by which they were sitting, an arm wrapped in a serape had suddenly lowered over them. Craig, in starting back, had just escaped the downward blow of the knife, which had buried itself in Marta's arm. She fell back, screaming.
 "It's Jose!" she cried "The brute! The beast!"
 Craig swung to his feet, furious. Long Jim, cursing fiercely, drew his gun. At that moment the door of the saloon was thrown open. Jose came reeling in, his serape over his shoul- der, drunken grin on his face. He staggered towards them.
 Jose, you beast" the girl called out, and fell back, fainting.
 There was the sound of revolver shot and Jose reeled backwards and fell with a cry across the sanded floor. Jim thrust his smoking gun into this belt and caught Craig by the arm.
 Say, we'd better get out of this, cookie!" he muttered.
 They hustled out. Apparently Jose was unpopular, for everyone seemed only anxious to have them clear away
 "Tll get you into the camp quietly, Long Jim muttered. You'll be safer there for the night. Then you can make that 8:30 in the morning."
 
 Lenora, with her bed dragged to the opening of the tent. greeted the