The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-02-10
aga with whom he could hold no con-


| verse.
But even as he stood before the hut
OF this old ruff1an Count Fredericks
: eye caught sight of something which
caused his heart to leap.
1t was a little object, an unimportant
item which might have escaped any
: other eye than his. Yet his gaze was
drawn to it irresistibly.
1t was bit of cloth, a torn trife of
soiled and sea-encrusted checkered
cloth, portion of a woman's garb.
Count Frederick recognized it at once
as part of the dress skirt in which
he had last seen Kitty Gray CARRIED.
There was no Lnistaking it. He knew
it as well as the pattern of his own
apparel.
She had been here! The mysterious
white woman was Kitty Gray!
Now indeed Count Frederick of
Gretzhoffen became the man of action.
Away now with doubt and despair
and welcome again the fierce resolve
of brave man determined to live and
conquer, determined once more to
achieve the dearest purpose of his
life!
| He caught from the post of the door
which had torn off this fragment OF
cloth, and held it before the gaze of
! the chief-before the eyes of all his
men. They knew what he meant when
he demanded to see the wearer of this
| bit of cloth. They dreaded the sight
of his anger, fell back before the men
ace of the little steel tube, unfamiliar
as it was to them. They knew that this
man would kill unless he found that
which he sought-the captive but now
rescued from the doom of fire.
Frederick's own men fell in behind
him, and right lusty contest directly
arose between these two factions or
tribes, whichever they may have been.
AS for Frederick himself, he had not
time for matters of this Sort He hur-
ried to hut after hut, tore aside roof
after roof, wall after wall, hunting for
the woman whom above all things he
most desired to see. He did not find
her. His questions brought no re-
Spouse.
Drawn by horrible suspicion of the
meaning of this fire built at the brink
of the pit, he hurried thither to join
the group of lingerers there, and now
by mere chance found confirmation
and found hope as well.
He saw the print Of a small boot
heel in the sand, other footmarks just
beyOnd-it was a trail. Yes, yes, she
had been there. But the footprints
ceased. The trail ended as though the
maker of it had flown up into the air.
no int AF I'D
shapen feet still led.
Count Frederick now turned savage
ly upon these gibbering creatures
about him, and the meaning Of his
demand was perfectly apparent to
them. Threatening to throw them
into the fire which they had prepared
for another, he got from them shrieks
Of protest, much shaking Of the head q
In denial, and much pointing on
toward the forest which lay. ahead.
Some came to him and showed him
the two lines of footprints, the one
line continuing on, and pointed to the
Forest although themselves not ven
turing to follow.
With a new terror in his heart, yet
feeling a conviction that Kitty Gray
still lived, he did not pause to wreak
l present vengeance upon these crea-
ures, but hurried on along the broken
rail.
The doglike craft of one or two of
lis own band of savages aided him.
Not stacking speed, they pointed out
where the trail ran. Now and again
count Frederick could see on the
arth the imprint of the woman's feet
where for a time she had rested or
een put down. At length, at the brink
f the abyss before which Kitty Gray
o recently had stood, he saw the dou-
lie imprint again-where both captive
nd captor had stood and looked
own.
The trail led on, and down, whittier
one could guess. Frederick of Gretz-
often did not stop to guess, but
lunged forward inpulsively. Who
yer or whatever might be this crea-
Ire which had carried her off, here
least was his lair.
The dusty floors of the cavern, lit
y the flare of such torches as they
,und ready for such work, still re-
lined the record. Captor and captive
ad walked here. Deeper and deeper
ito the caverns under the hill they
allowed the trail, until at length the
eyes of Count Frederick
wv on ahead something to give him
ause.
He saw Kitty Gray standing, alive,
oparently unhurt, in a vast apart
ent of these subterranean vaults! Be-
md, the floor seemed to break Off
what depth he could not guess. No
,ress at either extremity of the sub
rranean chamber could be seen from
here he stood. The trail led thither,