The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-06-13
THE
TEETH OF THE TIGER
MAURICE LEBLANC
TRANSLATED By
ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS
CHAPTER NINE, (Continuer.)

down at the approach, he muir.
INJURED incoherent words. The rec.
election of the two lovers clasped
in each others arms made him cry
aloud with jealousy. He wanted
to be revenged. For the first time
in his life, the longing, the fever.
ish craving to kill get his brain
boiling.
"Hang ii ALL" he growled sud.
denly. "The engines misfiring
Mazeroux! Mazerouxl"
"What, chief! Did you know
I was here9" exclaimed Mazeroux,
emerging from the shadow in
which he sat hidden,
"You jackass! Do you think
that the first idiot who comes
along can hang on to the foot
board of my car without my know
ing it9 You must be feeling COM
Portable down there"
"I'm suffering agonies, and
I'm shivering with cold"
"That's right, it'll teach you.
Tell me, where did you buy your
petrolf"
cat the grocer's."
"At a thief s, you mean. It's
muck. The plugs are getting
sooted up
care you suref"
Cant you hear the misfiring,
you fool"
The motor, indeed, at moments
seemed to hesitate. Then every
thing became normal again. Don
Luis forced the pace. Going down
hill they appeared to be hurting
themselves into space. One of the
lamps went out. The other was
not bright as usual. But moth
ing diminished Don Luis ardor.
There was more misfiring, fresh
hesitations, followed by efforts,
as though the engine was pluck
lily striving to do it's duty. And
then suddenly came the final fail
ure, a dead stop at the side Of the
road, a stupid breakdown.
"Confound it," roared Don
Luis. "We'rc stuck! Oh, this is
the last straw!"
Come, chief, we IL put it right.
And well pick up Sauverand at
Paris instead of Charities, that's
all"
"You Internal ass! The repairs
will take an hour! And then
she II break down again. It's not
petrol, it's filth they've foisted on
you"
The country stretched around
them to endless distances, with no
other lights than the stars that
riddled the darkness of the sky.
Don Luis was stamping with
fury. He would have liked to
kicked the motor to pieces. He
would have liked
1t was Mazeroux who "caught
It," in the hapless sergeant's own
words. Don Luis took him by the
shoulders, shook him, loaded him
with insults and abuse, and, fin
ally, pushing him against the
roadside bank and holding him
there, said, in a broken voice Of
mingled hatred and sorrow.
cts she, do you hear, Maze
rouxi it's S%auverand's COM
panion who has done everything.
I'm telling you now, because I'm
afraid OF relcnting. Yes, I am a
weak coward. She has such a
grave face, with the eyes of a
child. But it's she, Mazeroux.
She lives in my house. Remem-
Der her name: Flaurence Levas-
seur. You'll arrest her, won't
your I might not be able to. My
courage fails me when l look at
her. The fact is that I have never
loved before.
"Thcre have been other women
but no, those : were fleeting
fancies-not even that: I don't
even remember the past Whereas
Florence! You must arrest
her, Mazeroux. You must deliver
me from her eyes. They burn into
me like poison. II you don't de-
liver me I shall kill her as l killed
Dolores-or else they will kill me
OF Oh, I don't know all the
ideas that are driving me wild!
"You see, there's another
man." he exclaimed. "There s
Sauvcrand, whom she loves. Oh,
The infamous pair! They have
killed Fauville and. the boy and
old Langernault and those two in
the barn and others besides: Cos
mo Mornington, Verot, and more
still. They are monsters, she most
Of all And if you saw her
aveS-'