The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-11-05
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Shot That Failed.


Transhxed, they watched him take
two or three steps into the room. At
ms back was the swarthy Hindu, his
9yes cleaning like Goals OF fire In the
shadowy light.
james," fell tremulously from the
lips Of Yvonne. She swayed toward
him as Ranjab grasped his arm from
behind Frederick saw the fash of
something bright as 1t passed from the
brown hand to the white one. He did
Aot at once comprehend.
1T happened once" came hoarsely
kom the throat of James Brood. 1T
shall not happen again. Thank you,
Ranjab."
Then Frederic knew! The Hindu
Dad slipped a revolver into his mas
ter's hand!
1T gives me great pleasure, Yvonne,
20 relieve you of that damned, rotten.
worthless thing you call your life."
AS he raised his arm, Frederic
pprang forward with shout Of horror.
Scarcely realizing what he did, he
hurled Yvonne violently to one side.
It was all over In the twinkling Of
an eye. There was flash, the crash
OF an explosion. pun Of smoke and
the smell of burnt powder.
Frederic stood perfectly still for an
instant. facing the soft cloud that rose
from the pistol barrel. an expression
OF vague amazement In his face. Then
his hand went uncertainty to his
breast
Already James Brood had seen the
red blotch that spread with incredible
swiftness-blood red against the
snowy white Of the broad shirt bosom.
Glaring with wide-open eyes at the
horrid spot, he stood there with the
pistol still levelled In petrifled hand
Good God. father, you'ye-why,
you've" struggled from Frederic's
writhing lips, and then his knees
sagged; an instant later they gave way
with q rush and he dropped heavily to
the floor.
There was not sound in the room.
Suddenly Brood made a movement
quick and spasmodic. At the same in.
slant Ranjab flung himself forward
and grasped his masters arm. He
had turned the revolver upon himself
The muzzle was almost at his temple
when the Hindu seized his hand In .
grip OF iron.
-Sahib! Sahihl" he Kissed. What
would you dof" wrenching the weapon
from the stin. unresisting fingers. he
hurled II across the room.
my Godl" groaned 3rood. His tall
body sweryed forward. but his legs re
fused to carry him. The Hindu caught
MIN a. be was sinking Imply 10 his
knees. With tremendous effort OF
the win. Brood succeeded In conquer.
ing the black Inconsistencies tina,
was assailing him. He Strengthened
mp to his full height, and with trem-
bling fingers pointed to the prostrats
figure on the floor. "The pistol. Ran.
jabt Where is IT. Give II mel Man,
man. can live after thatf I have
killed my SONNY own son! Quick,
mani"
"sahibi" cried the Hindu. wringins
his hands. Il cannotl ] cannotl"
Il command youl The pistol"
Without . word the Hindu. fstalist
slave. pagan that he was. turned TO dc
his masters bidding It was not FOR
aim to say nay. It was not for him to
oppose the win Of the master. but to
obey.
All this time. Yvonne was erouchins
against the table. her Mortified gaze
upon the great red blotch that grew "a
terrible proportions as she watched
She bad not moved. she had moi
hreathsd, she had not taken her hands
from her ears where sbe had placed
them st the sound Of the explosion