The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-05-01

seer Of visions, after all? How much
longer was this monomania on the sub
ject of strange noises to play Its alb
surd part In their enterprises7 He re-
NAMED silent, but the other saw the
disgust in his face.
"Overton." he said earnestly, IF that
man gets u and proves those wireless
messages fakes Jennison may be able
to prevent the transfer of the gold. At
all event. he'd scarcely trust his daugh-
ter to the pirate"
Here was n little ray of light that
promised hope. Yet what was his ally
expecting? Whom did he believe to be
held a prisoner?
'"Thurston must be pretty groggy by
this time" said Marsh, as II reading
his thought.
"Thurston! Then you think it's the
wireless OPERATOR
Hope so. At any rate, II we have
luck we'll know before many hours"
The slight wave Of elation ebbed
rapidly and left the rocks Of discour-
agement Jagged and bare. What faith
could possibly be placed in such vaga-
ries? Brill gazed at the travelling man
stupidity until suddenly recalled to the
duty Of the moment by the words:
Better go to Miss Jennison, hadn't
you?"
He started shamefacedly. 1t was odd
to be prompted to go to her. Marsh
had a final word with him as he rose.
I'D post her as to how the captain
stands, but warn her not to tell her
father. Women can keep a secret
when they want to-but old
men of finance who've put all their
eggs in one basket can leak like sleeves.
Perhaps she can suggest some scheme
for further delay, but l hope we can do
the trick tonight"
On his way to the library Brill found
that the passengers had learned that
the gold was to be transferred. Penny
thorpe voiced the disgust Of many of
them.
They'll keep the steamer merely un-
der steerageway for hours" he said an
grily. Il protest against this utter de-
fance of the rights Of passengers. r
But Brill hurried on, almost as much
to escape this dread bore as to meet
the girl he loved. In the corridor, just
outside the library, he came face TO
face with Benedict.
The Mexican quickened his steps and
reached the library entrance first. He
stood still, squared his shoulders, fold
ed his arms and fixed his scintillating
lenses OF his rivals face.
Il think it best you do not enter the
library just now" he said, with Icy
incisiveness.
Brill looked at him CONTEMPORARY
and made as II to pass, but the Next
can shifted his position, again block
ing the way. Clearly he intended to
keep the library for himself and Marion
Jennison, the folds of whose skirt Brill
could see through the door.
His first thought was to avoid a
scene that would be unpleasant for
the girl, and he retreated several steps.
Benedict followed menacingly; he ap-
p%arently took this for fear.
What do you mean by blocking my
progress and presuming to dictate my
movements" demanded Brill in a low
tone, still continuing his retrograde un-
til he and the pursuing Benedict were
both around a corner, out of sight and
hearing of the library. The Mexican
showed his teeth with a smile Of the
utmost scorn.
"You have disregarded my hints" he
said. Now l must go still farther
and insist that you do not see Miss
Jennison again."
when a lady expresses a desire to
see me, l doubt the right of any one
even to suggest that / do not comply
with her wishes" vas the reply.
81 have told you began Benedict.
stand out of my way" said Brill,
with a calmness that the other still
misunderstood, an Interpretation that
caused him to keep his ground three
seconds too long. +,
Mr.. Overton Brill had been one of
the cHack guards of the country on
the Yale eleven of his time, and pos
Slblt hdu HCNCi HuAtS Oue6AO"A thS
habit of physical training OF the desire
to hurl aside a human mass opposed to
him. Certain it is that with n swift
lunge and the flexing of a few well
taught muscles he lifted the Mexican
from his feet, threw him crashing
into a corner and passed on without
giving his victim a single backward
look.
When Benedict had removed some OF
the dust from his black coat he strobe
to the library door. There mental an
guish was added to physical hurt, for
he saw at one bitter glance the fair
Miss Jennison and the man who had
just overthrown him seated together
on a ~tete-a-tete sofa, their heads not
very far apart.
The Mexican took an impulsive step
forward. Then he stopped and shook
his head. and as he walked away the
specter of a smile fiuttered owe his