The Socialist press., 1915-09-18
CHAPTER v-(Continued).

CHAPTER v-(continued).
 At last I saw him halfway amen able to reason. Now that he was out of the shadow, saw too. more clear ly. what manner of man he was. His head. as I had already discerned 1t through the gloom, was abnormaEy large yet not out of proportion with his herculean torso. His red hair. frowsy. unkempt, was of such abund- ance that, in the dark, Its outline had given me grotesquely magnif1ed i'm pression His red beard. too. was thick, long, and untrimmed. What lit tie of his face showed, was sunburned to what, in the dim light, seemed the color of ripe russet apples. His eyes were nearly indiscernible, deep set, under bushy red brows,
 If you had shown the least bit of humanity to brother men in distress" I responded. in a half jocular vein. 'I'd probably never thought of this being your place, and you being you: and the incident of the morning might have been forgotten" I thought heard his teeth grit to- gether in his effort to suppress ris- ing rage. I certainly saw his hands clench; and then, with an assumption of indifference, he took a final puff at his cigar and tossed it, sparkling, among the weeds of his lawn.
 It was evident to me. now, that in spite of the nonchalance he affected. my reference to the Chinaman's poaching, and his presence at Graz holt. had aroused his interest, and so hoping to draw him out, continued:
 Your man told the lodgekeeper that you sent him over to borrow ri1e."
 You don't mean to tell me you'd believe a Chinaman, do you?" he re- turned.
 it wasn't for me to believe or dis believe. The lodge-keeper believed him."
 And so he borrowed a rife. and then with one of Cameron's own in- struments of destruction proceeded to destroy Cameron's game? Is that it? What did he shoot? A deer or one of those starved-looking white dogs that Cameron has following him about?"
 Apparently Murphy knew much more of my friend than my friend knew of Murphy.
 Neither, I fancy. In fact, I'm not sure just what he did shoot in the way of game. But he seems to have indulged in a bit of target practice. He found piece of an old portrait, tackled it to tree, and shot holes in it. Rather silly, eh? Foolish for him to chance getting into trouble for child's play of that sort"
 How do you know that?" he growled, with an inadvertent drop- ping of his mask. There was no mis- taking, now, that I had made captive his attention.
 q saw the target" I answered, simply.
 That's like saying. I caught and line to prove it.
 q have a scale of the bass"
 "A what?"
 Something your Chinaman dropped beside the tree"
 Phlegmatic though he was, some thing very like a start followed upon my words. Then. as If to cover the movement. he shrugged his shoul- ders, and chuckled ponderously.
 His visiting card, I suppose"
 Nearly as good" I supplied. "The bowl of his opium pipe"
 At that moment Jerry came around the corner of the house and stopped abruptly, stupefled by surprise; for from the open mouth of the giant there issued roar of bass laughter, that reverberated in weird discord. ance through the night silences.
 You bally idiot!" he cried, his gulf. flaw ended. T suppose To persons ex- cept Chinamen smoke opium. eh! And that being SO, no Chinaman but my Chinaman could have made a tar get of a piece of an old portrait and dropped his pipe bowl at the foot of a tree! Go on with you. you make me sick!" And then, seeing Jerry.