Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1920-01-02
CHAPTER XVII.
A Murder on Board.

To be certain of free space extend
| unexpected contact with the back of
chair. Without moving my body
grasped this welcome weapon Of de-
Tense and swung 1t above my head.
Whoever the invader creeping upon
| us might prove to be, he was certain
ly an enemy, actuated by some foul
purpose, and no doubt armed. To
strike him down as quickly and silent.
| ly as possible was therefore the plain
duty of the moment. I had no other
| thought.
The slowness with which he CROPPED
ity with the apartment, although his
direct advance proclaimed some spe-
cial purpose. Clearly he had no fear
of attack. l could determine almost
his exact position as his advancing
foot felt cautiously along the deck.
He came forward inch by inch. ]
measured the distance as indicated by
faint, shutting sounds.
could not see but knew. With all
my force struck! Blindly as it had
been delivered the blow hit fair; there
was thud, an inarticulate groan, and
the fall of body upon the floor-be-
yond that nothing. l waited breath
lessly listening for the slightest move
ment. / felt Dorothy touch my Shout
der and caught the sound Of her voice
trembling at my ear.
"What is It? What did you do7"
II struck him with chair; he lies
there on the deck. Wait where you
are"
/ bent over and touched him. The
fellow lay In heap with no percep-
tible heartbeat, no semblance of
breathing. My fingers sought his face,
and / could scarcely suppress cry of
surprise-he was not Estada. Who,
then, was he? What could have been
his purpose in thus invading this
stateroom? All could grasp was the
fact that the fellow was not the Por-
tuguese-he possessed smooth face,
long hair, and was a much smaller
man.. dragged the body where the
light illumination from the after port
fell directly on the upturned face. The
features revealed were unfamiliar
those PROFESSIONALLY Of a half-breed
Indian. Dorothy crossed to my side,
her foot striking knife, which came
glimmering into the narrow range of
light. She stared in horror at the
ugly weapon, and then at the CHASTITY
countenance.
HE came to murder! See, his knife
lies there. Why should he have sought
to kill me?"
ut Is all mystery" I admitted.
What shall be done with the body7
1t cannot be left lying exposed here
no one would believe you killed him,
and my presence must not be suspect
ed"
"Could it." she suggested, "be
dropped through the port?"
She shrank back from touching the
inanimate figure, yet 1t required the
combined efforts of both to force the
stiffening body through the portfolio.
We could distinguish footsteps on the
deck above, but these were regular
and undlsturbed-the slow promenade
from rail to rail of the officer on
watch. Clearly nothing had been
heard or seen to awaken suspicion.
IF you should be questioned tomor-
row you had best know nothing" /
said gravely. II do not think you will
be, for surely an attack can be no plan
Of Estada's. 1t could gain no adyan-
tage. The fellow was pillaging on his
own account; If he is missed 1t will
be supposed he fell overheard, and no
one will care. You are not afraid to
remain here aloneY
mo; I am not greatly frightened,
but shall try and bar the door with
chair. have no key"
.aThen I'll leave you; half of my
watch below must be gone by now. I'll
take the fellows knife along. as 1t
must not be found here"
We parted with a clasp Of hands, as
I opened the stateroom door and
slipped out into the cabin. To my sur
prise the light over the table had
been extinguished. rendering the cabin
so black l had to actually feel my way
forward. The lantern must have been
put out since then by some confed-
crate. After moment Of hesitation
/ found my way across to my own
stateroom and pressed open the door.
CTo BE CoNTINUED)