Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-03-21
CHAPTER NXXI-(Coptinued)
s!DOES anybody know his name?' asked
~ Allan.

IL Alldn.
He was called Rezang," answered
Frumuos II knew him wel-a metal
worker. OF the best
That's so-now / remember" assented
Stern What was his totem?'
"A circle, with n birds head within"
Let it be placed here, then
Their best stonecutter roughly hewed
the mark in a great boulder, which was
set on top of the pile Then, nothing more
remaining TO do, the exploring party once
more pushed forward.
But Allan could sense that now even It's
diminished strength had greatly lessened.
Dlscouragement and forebodngs of certain
death were working among the men.
He knew he could not hold them more
than a few hours longer at the outside,
During the monday halt and rest under
n low cliff he made a charweg, saying:
20 my people, barrng the matter of the
patriarch's death. | have always spoken
truth to you. Now l speak truth. This
shall he the last day. Ye have been brave
and strong accomplishing in great trials,
and obedient. 1 shall reward We greatly.
But ] am wise. / will not drive ye too
far. The end is at hand.
EITHER I see the cleft mountain by to-
morrow night we return. l shall push
no farther forward than in the march Of
one day and half. After that / shall
quickly to our safe home at Settlement
Cliffs.
BE of good heart. therefore. The re-
turn will be much easier and shorter. We
can follow the picture of the way that I
have made. Despair not. All shall be
well. ! have spoken
They greeted his promise with MUIR
murs of appreciation, but made no answer,
for body and soul we're grievously tried.
When he gave the order to advance again,
however they bucked into the toll with
good heart Their morale he plainly
saw, had been markedly improved by his
few words.
And, now filled with hot, new hope, once
more he led the painful march his binocu-
lars every few minutes swinging round
the far horizon in a vain attempt to slght
the longed-for heights.
But other events were destined and were
written on the book of fate. For, as they
| tonned n high ridge about 5 o'clock that
afternoon dragging themselves along,
marched and spent, rather than marching
Allan made a halt for careful observations
| from his vantage post.
The men sank down, eager to be prone
| even for a few minutes on the ash-covered
soil TO hide their eyes and pant like hard
| run hunting dogs,
Allan himself felt hardly the strength to
| remain upright; but he forced himself 10
| stand there, and with a tremendous effort
| held the glass true as IT slowly secured tie
| skyline to north and west
| An at once he uttered choking cry. The
glass shook in his wasted hands His eyes,
| staring, refused their Office. and a strange
| purple blur seemed to blot the horizon from
| his sight
with the binoculars he started at point
| N n. W. where he had thought to see
the incredible appartion; but now nothing
| appeared.
"Hallucinatlons. so soon?" he muttered,
| ruhbing his eyes. Come, come buck up !!
| This won't do at all y
And again he searched the place with
his powerful lenses.
| INV God but I do see them-and they're
| reaI-theyre moving, too :" he exclaimed,
"No halucnation. no mirage! They're
| there, But - but what - what can this
| mean? who can they be?"
| Tiny and clear against the dazzling back
| Ground of the afternoon sky he had per-
| ceived a long line of human figures trekkng
! 10 southeast over the distant hill top, al