Carrizozo outlook. [volume] (Carrizozo, N.M.) 1910-1945, 1915-03-19

tneIe NeFo tohTb IN nef eyes. mo MA
ter II It did hurt, II | was blind, II ]
reeled on hands and knees like n man
drunk must 20 there. | had not
the iaintest thought OF why she urged
mo on, OF what hope animated her.
And when | finally gave out. helpless
tc advance another inch. my face came
down hard or a slab OF stone beside
the chimney. She uttered n low sob OF
despair, and left me an instant.
Il am " sorry, monsieur she
faltered. But you must hold out-you
mustl"
is It any farther? What do you
want me to do7"
strength; II will only take a minute
now. See. monsieur"
she grippcd the Hat stone against
which ] had fallen. prylng II with the
broken blade OF an Indian knife tha'
lay on the floor, until her fingers
found hold. and ended II up against
tho chimney. A narrow black opening
was exposed. | stared down with lack
luster eyes, startled. but unable 10
realize the purpose. Driven by fear
she wasted no time In either cxplana.
ton or urging. Doubtless my face told
It's " story, and made her desperate.
With n strength | had not supposed
her slender body possessed. she
dragged mo about, until my feet dan
gled helplessly In the opening.
Now push yourself down. monsieur!
' say you mustl IL is not far, not more
than four feet is not to hurt. no,
no. You win come easy TO the bottom.
Good That Is the way. See, | will
hold tight to you like this"
Helped by her, yet exercising all my
remaining strength, and now compre-
bending her plan, | sank slowly into
the hole, but 80 numb were my limbs.
that. the instant the girl released her
grasp, | sank Imply to the bottom.
resting there, leaning against the side
wall, looking eagerly M at her face
framed above me In tho narrow open
ing.
you are safe, monsieur? You are
not hurt?' she asked In trembling anx-
iety.
murmured n word or two, for | had
exhausted all my strength. She must
have accepted this as assurance. for
she lifted her head. aud glanced swift.
ly above. Then she reached down TO
me the pannlkln OF water.
81 cannot walt longer" she whis.
pered. Some M will ONE. Here;
take this, monsieur; put II down care
fully-ah! that was fine. Wash out
your wounds and the blood from your
face. II will be dark, but fear moth.
ing. ] will come again to you soon"
Where does this tunnel lead?" I
asked, as her hand grasped the stone
slab.
ITO the cave cellar at the rear;
where we first met-but you must wait
for me to come, monsieur"
] saw the shadow OF the stone de-
scending. shutting out the light.
Just n question more. mademoi
selle," managed to articulate, IN
Brady dead?"
] could dimly perceive the outline OF
her face.
mo. monsieur, he Is n prisoner"
Slowly ] made effort to explore my
wound. This was most painful. as my
rough shirt was held to my flesh by
CONCEALED blood, and had to be torn
away. | possessed no knife. but stuck
TO the work manfully. my teeth
cllnched, my face beaded with perspi.
ration, until | separated the last shred,
and could explore the wound with my
fingers. 1t proved deep and ragged
enough, but had penetrated nothing
vital. II | could stanch the flow OF
blood, and bind II up so as to prevent
It's being %reopened. there should be
no serious result. | went at this as
best ! could In the dark, and. by sense
OF touch, %groanlng at the pain. |
swabbed out the wound until II prac-
tlcally ceased to bleed, and then bound
It mp with n silk handkerchias and a
strip torn from my shirt.
ITO BE CONTINUFDA