Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1920-03-19
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

hands," His voice dropped to bitter,
haIf-fiippant note of self-mocking.
Smallpox and worse in single night.
Ha +! Ha Hal"
The laugh rang out full-throated,
thunderous, terrible for the freight of
rage that it carried. 1t rolled and
echoed across the silent night like the
roar of a stricken lion. Scarcely had
it died to a stiffness when to andrea S
ears came a clear command, calm as
the voice Of an executioner, Lie down,
Andrea"
Before she could quite obey rifle
spoke, there was the "Phut !" of bull
let as patch of MacCloster's shirt
leaped suddenly, weirdy, from his
shoulder into the air. Instantly he
leaned down and with one hand picked
up Andrea lightly and held her sus-
pended between himself and the shore.
Zone more, Trevor! you lousy ban
tam!" he beloved. Zone more to
save me the trouble of Wringing the
neck of your little chicken!'
AS he finished speaking, Trevor shot
again. A look of vacant surprise
passed over the face of the punter
nearest to Andrea. He crumpled up,
sank as though all his bones had sud
denly melted and fell, face down, to
the bottom Of the boat. His pole, re.
leased, slid with swiftNswish into the
water. Manchester promptly placed
her on the seat beside him and gave a
calm order to the remaining punters,
who had paused in terror. He stood
up, took the tiller between the tremen-
dous calves of his legs and proceeded
to fill and light his pipe. you see?'
he said, quietly. "He won't shoot
again. How do / know? I'll tell you. :
He half seated himself, elbow on
knee, the tiller under the. crook of his
leg. "A little brain work." he cOntin-
ned conversationally. Trevor meant
to kill a niger, but not that one-not
the one next to you. He was shooting
at the bow-boy and he hit the stroke
oar! How do l know? Well, it's what
any man would do, let alone one OF
the best shots that ever dreW-trigger
He would pick off the crew beginning
farthest from the point where he need
ed all his nerve Now the Bantam
knows what he knew well enough be-
fore, only he knows it d sight
better, and that is that no man living
can shoot in moonlight and tell where
the bullet will go.
HE won't shoot again" he finished
turning to her with a CHASTITY smile
$50 you're safe-safe with me. l don't
ask you to love me for my looks-only
for myself!'
Andrea looked anywhere but at his
face. '.You and know" she said after
pause, "that I am quite safe with
the man you once We're"
Here" said Manchester, his eyes
narrowing. Its too late to pull any
Of that stuff. Why didn't you try il
back there when / was really soft?"
"When you were sincere" answered
Andrea, II was sincere. You knew 1T
but you wouldn't have known tit
wouldn't have been true-if had taker
the chance to save my skim
That's SO" conceded Manchester
thoughtfully. 'But if you're not going
to be persuaded to love me, will you
please tell me where / get off? What
are you good for, anyway? Do vol
realize that gave up case of gir
for yna and that case of gin in these
troubled times is worth all of three
pounds sterling?"
Andrea WINGED. $50 I'm really not
worth three pounds" she said half t.
| herself.
Manchester heard and took quick
pity on the wistfulness in her voice
well" he said, comfortingly. q