The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-04-07
CHAPTER TX.
The Frozen Man.

CHAPTER IN.
The Frozen Man.
Kerry Mallabee's back was
turned toward him. Jensen had
almost gained her side, when his
eyes caught sight of several fig
dres moving far down the trail.
One was an Indian, the other
two were white men, with garnt,
skull-like faces. Kerry Mallabee
had seen them now; she was hur-
rying forward. Jensen ran on
close behind her, aware that the
approaching people were in great
distress.
One of the white men stopped
and weakly shouted something,
then he fell forward on his face.
The other man staggered on,
blindly, barely able to move.
They reached the Indian first.
He stopped, pointed repeatedly to
his mouth.
Eyes. you shall soon have
food" answered Kerry Mallabee,
reassuringly. But we must get
those other two men up and help
them toward the house."
Jensen hurried down the trail
toward the other. He leaned for
ward and turned the form over.
The mans eyes were open, star
ing, but he was past all human
aid.
whats the matter; is that
man unconscious" Kerry MALTA
bee shouted back to Jensen.
Past that he answered. "He
is dead"
Come up and help me get this
man up to the house, cried Kerry
Mallabee.
Jensen ran to them and swung
his own arm supportingly beneath
the arm of the staggering man.
With Kerry Mallabee supporting
the fellow on the other side, they
started toward the Mallabees' I'M
derground home.
They laid the white man upon
couch in the living room. Kerry
Mallabee had taken full command,
and both Jensen and her father
hustled about, filling her orders
like obedient nurses in a hospital
ward.
While Stephen Mallabee and
Jensen stood awaiting further or
ders from Kerry Mon Toy came
in and announced that breakfast
was ready.
You and father must go to
breakfast" said Kerry to Jensen.
after you have finished, come
back here Boy, and remain with
this sick man while l take my
breakfast.
After breakfast Stephen MALTA
bee left the underground house to
inspect the blown-up dam, and
Jensen returned to the living room
to relieve the daughter. He found
her patient had fallen asleep.
There was a strange, new look in
Kerry Mallabee's face that he
could not fathom.
Il don't think you need do any
thing but sit here and watch" she
said, as she hurried from the
room.
Jensen drew up a chair beside
the patient and leaned back, so
wearied both mentally and physi-
cally he could scarcely think.
Save for an occasional series of
muffled explosions in the nearby
wireless room, the underground
house was quiet.
How long he had sat there with
closed eyes he did not know, but
he suddenly came to himself with
jump as he felt some one grasp
his arms and heard a metallic
click as a pair of steel handouts
were snapped upon his wrists.
Jensen opened his eyes to find
, the sick man had risen shakily to
his feet and was standing over
him, as he mumbled thickly, polk
ing an automatic against Jensen e
stomach:
shut up; not zip or I'll shoot.
Get up on your feet and gimme a
shoulder. I'm as weak as IA
rat. Get me that brandy bottle. :"
For a moment Jensen was SO
dazed he could not catch what the
man was attempting to say. Then,
as the fellow continued to point a
wobbling hand toward the brandy
bottle standing on a nearby table,
Jensen reached out his manacled
hands and secured 1t for him.
The man tipped up the bottle
and let the raw liquid run down
his throat. This appeared to give
him strength, and he spoke more
clearly.
Now give me a shoulder and
help me to where that wireless in
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