The Tomahawk., 1917-09-20
CHAPTER XIx-Continued.

CHAPTER xIx-continued.
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81 don't see him. He's not there"
she said at last, handing the glass back
to it's owner.
IF he were there, you'd see him all
right" said Winters enthusiastically,
''because he'd be in the thick Of the
fight"
II doubt if you can recognize any
one, even through the glass, at such
distance" said Rodney, after he had
focused it and taken a look himself.
~iet if he ware there, he certainly
would be in the thick of it. Hes that
kind. You look, Dick"
81 can't see him." said Winters in
turn. ''But what fight they are max
ing to save that DAM"
''Will it hold?" asked the woman.
Impossible" said Rodney.
81 give it one hour" said Winters,
handing over the glass.
"'Not more than that" assented the
other, after another look. 'tSee for
yourself, Miss nlingworth."
From where they stood, high up on
the roof OF the world, they were spec
tators Of great battle, witnesses of
a terrible contest, in which herculean
effort, desperate courage, human will,
all exerted to the limit, finally. de-
generated into blind, mechanical habit
of continuous and frenzied endeavor.
The spirit of reckless continuance had
got into them and moved them to the
impossible. AS men in battle charge
go on even with wounds enough to kill
them in ordinary circumstances as SOL
diers at Winchester, though shot in the
heart, actually struggled after Sheri
dan until they fell, or even as a COM
mon horse may so be imbued with
blind intensity of determination that
he gallops on until he drops dead,
so these men gave their all in unmatch-
able persistence.
'"They'd better get off that dam, said
Rodney. "When it once fails it'll go
with rush and then it'll be too late"
"Look at them. They're not going
to get off," said Winters. ''They're
going down with It. Fools, God bless
Gill i: AS SAOut0O, LAIOWAuS up Ills
arms in exultation over manhood and
courage and determination.
"Perhaps you had better go back,
Miss Illingworth," said Rodney, think
ing of the horror she might witness at
any moment. -...-
- II wouldn't be elsewhere for the
world" said the brave girl, white but
with firm ips-she was made of the
same stuff as the fighting men, it
seemed-"even if he were there, fight
ing that great battle, should wait to
see the end"
"We're not the only people in this
wilderness. Look yender!'' cried Win
tiers.
He pointed down through the cease
less rain toward the lower edge Of the
mesa. There. far below him, were
three sodden figures. The water in the
fake had flooded the slope Of the hill,
and on that aide it was tapping the
base of the cliff. The trail had, of
course, been covered, and there was no
way of progress except by taking ad-
vantage of the broken rock at the foot
of the cliff, which here and there still
stood above the water. It was q place
where men could only pass by carefully
choosing the!r way and calcula ting the
distance Of he next point toward
which to leap. These three were NOV
ing like madmen, splashing through
the water, hurting themselves from
rock to rock, falling against the wall,
clutching a tree or shrub, slipping into
the lake, saving themselves from
drowning apparently only by the ca
price Of comp1a cent fortune, which
they were trying to the utmost limit.
One man carried a miners pick,
spade and a surveyors range pole, the
other another spade and two long
stakes which looked like the separate
legs Of tripod. The bareheaded man,
who had thrown his rubber coat down
In the reddish-vellow water, carried a
xood-sized oilskin bag. He was the
most hurried of the three. He ran
some distance in front Of the others.
They noticed how carefully he sought
to protect the bag. When he slipped
or seemed about to fall, he always
thrust it frantically away from the
rock with outstretched arm.
What the three men would be at Of
course no one knew. 1t was obvious
that they were in a desperate hurry
and that the thing in the bag must be
carefully carried. Naturally the watch
ers connected the men with the dam
builders. They were dressed as the
men engaged in such labor would be
dressed. The pick, the spades and the
pole and stakes bore out that conclu-
sion.
"What's in the bag?" asked the
woman.
'He carries it as though it might