The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1920-11-27
CHAPTER XIV.
In the Two Cabins.


"Sure, JIM" he drawled. anything
to oblige although this is a new one
on me. Come on, Matt; 1t seems thu
gentleman does not wish to be dis
turbed-- Well, neither would un
der such circumstances. Here you
line up there in single file, and get 8
move on you-pronto! Show 'em what
I mean, Matt; put that guy that talks
English at the head Yes, he's the
one. Now look here, amigo, you march
straight out through that door, and
head for the bunk-house-do you gel
that?"
Isl, senior; savvy!"
Westcott watched the procession file
out, still clasping the partially uncon'
scious girl in his arms. Moore, bring
ing up the rear, disappeared through
the entrance, and vanished into the
night without. Except for the three
motionless bodies, they were alone
From distance Brennan's voice
growled out gruff order to his line OF
prisoners. Then all was still. The
eyes of the girl opened slowly, her lids
trembling, but as they rested on West
colts face, she smiled.
"You are glad I camel"
"Glad! Why / never really knew
what gladness meant before"
He bent lower, his heart pounding
fiercely, strange words struggling for
utterance.
"You&love me?
She looked at him, all the fervent
Irish soul of her in her eyes. Then
one arm stole upward to his shoulder.
GAS you love me-" she whispered
softly. "as you love me!'
1T can ask no more, sweetheart" he
breathed soberly, and kissed her. AT
last she drew back, still restrained by
his arms, but with her eyes suddenly
grave and thoughtful.
eve forget" she chided, 'where we
are. You must let me go now, and
see if he is alive. will wait on the
bench here"
Poor old Fred. I'll do what | can
for him-I'll not be away a minute,
dear"
He could see little from the door
way, only the dark shadow Of mans
form lying full length on the floor.
Then he took the lamp down from the
shelf, and held it so the feeble light
fell upon the upturned face. He
stared down at the features thus re-
vealed, unable for the moment to find
expression for his bewilderment.
"Can you come here, dear?" he
called.
She stood beside him, gazing from
his face into those features on which
the rays of the lamp fell.
"What is it?" she questioned breath
lessly. us he dead?"
II do not know; but that man is not
VIII. you hold the lamp
until l learn if he is alive"
She took it in trembling hands, sup
porting herself against the wall, while
he crossed the room, and knelt beside
the motionless figure. A careful ex-
animation revealed the mans wound
to be painful though not particularly
serious, Westcott lifted the mans
head and the motion caused the eye
lids to fiutter Slowly the eyes opened,
and stared up into the face bending
over him. The wounded man breathed
heavily, the dull stare in his eyes
changing to look of bewildered in
telligence.
"Wheree am IT. he asked thickly. |
'Oh, yes, I remember; + was shot. |
Who are your"
81 am Jim Westcott; do you remem-
Der me?"
The searching eyes evidenced no
sense of recollection.
NO" he said, struggling to make |
he words clear. Il never heard that
lame before"
Miss Donovan came forward, the
amp in her hand, the light shining
'ull in her face.
But you told me you were Mr..
she exclaimed, "and Mr..
Nestcott was an old friend of his
surely you must remember?"
He looked up at her, and eIdeav-
red to smile, yet for the moment did
lot answer. He seemed fascinated by
he picture she made, as though some
'ision had suddenly appeared before
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