New Britain herald., 1922-11-08
(Contlnued From Our Last Issue)
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 CHAPTER III.
 Eve picked up her rife. She was trembling violently Then. mastering pack. placed Quintana's rifle and mackinaw in 1t, coolly hoisted 1t tc her shoulders and buckled 1t there.
 Over her shoulder she kept an eye On Quintana who crouched where he had fallen, unstirring, his deadly eyes watching her.
 She placed the muzzle of her rifle against his stomach, rested 1t so, holding 1t with one hand, and her finger at the trigger,
 At her brief order he turned out both brooches pockets. She herself stopped and drew the Sponish clasp knife from It's sheath at his belt, took pistol from the holster, another out Of his hip pocket. Reaching up and behind her. she dropped these into the pack.
 Maybe" she said slowly, your ankle Is broken. I'll send somebody from Ghost Lake to find you. Blu, whether you've broken bone or not you'll not go very far, Quintana. . !. |. After I'm gone you'll be able to free yourself. But you can't get away You'll be followed and caught. 1. {. So If you can walk at all you'd better go in to Ghost Lake and give your self up. . It's that or starvatioH. VI. You've got watch. :. Don't stir or touch that trap for half an hour. And that's all"
 As she moved away toward the Drowned Valley trail she looked back at him. His face was bloodless but his black eyes blazed.
 If ever you come into this forest again." she said, my father will surely kill you"
 To her horror Quintana slowly grinned at her. Then, still grinning, he placed the forefnger of his left hand between his teeth and bit it.
 Whatever he meant by the gesture 1t seemed unclean. horrible; and the girl hurried on, seized with an over- whelming loathing through which a sort of terror pulsated like evil pre- monition in heavy and tortured heart.
 Straight into the fire of dawn she sped. A pale primrose light gim- mered through the woods; trees, bushes, undergrowth turned dusky purple.s Already the few small clouds overhead were edged with fiery rose.
 Then, of a sudden, shaft of flame played over the forest. The sun had risen.
 Fastening. she searched the soft path for any imprint of her fathers foot. And even in the vain search she hoped to find him at home hurried on burdened with two rifles and pack, still all nervous and aquiver from her encounter with Cuintana.
 Surely, surely, she thought, if he had missed Quintana in Drowned Valley he would not finger in that ghastly place; he'd come home, call in his men, take counsel. perhaps
 Mist over Star Pond was dissolving to golden powder in the binding glory of the sun. The eastern win dow panes in Clinch's Dump glittered as though the rooms inside were all on fire.
 Down through withered weeds and shrubs she. hurried, ran acros the grass to the kitchen door which swung ajar under its porch.
 "Dad!" she called, "Dad!"
 Only her own frightened voice echoed in the empty house. She climbed the stairs to his room. The bed lay undisturbed as she had made 1t. He was not in any of the rooms; there were no signs of him.
 Slowly she descended to the kitch- en. He was not there. The food she had prepared for him had be- come cold on chilled range.
 For a long while she stood staring