The Lehi sun. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1913-1949, 1922-05-25
CHAPTER xlv--contlnued.


Larry. me an Lye gagged 'er."
"Holy smut" fell from Pollyop. ms
the picture his words had made burned
itself across her mind.
"IIer mans been. gone all day TO
Cortland" continued the squatter In n
monotone. "Lye found out Old Miss
Robertson's been tryin' to reach hold
Of him."
slope she don'tl' interjected Polly.
@Not till we get done with his woman.
Are you goin' to tote her over heref"
The man nodded.
"Don't dare to till later. when the
sQuatters Is In bed" he answered.
ylapplng on his cap. "If-if you
change your mind, Poll, come along
over; an I'll cut 'er loose an let 'er
CO."
A harsh sound, something like n
chuckle Of malicious satisfaction.
slipped through Polly's lips and stopped
the man at the door.
"That amt no ways likely, Larry"
she said huskily. 'Brlng er here. an
when I'm done with her, she'll have
10 be took"
She caught Bishop by the arm,
whlrllng him around.
"An listen, Larry" she continued
with cruel emphasis, "an' all the time
keep rememberin' how Betty walled
her life into the grave, an'-an' that
Old Marc done It,"
Overcome by the words she had
thrown at him so deliberately. BIshop
flung away and the girl, quaklng at
what was about to happen, heard him
running along the shore toward his
shack.
1t seemed to Polly Hopkins that
every minute was an hour long. and
every second filed with intolerabIe
anxiety. Would the soft-hearted Larry
repent and surrender the prize she
onged to get her fingers ont
In extreme nervousness she went
nom one thing to another, never fin
ishlng what she began. She paced the
hut floor until she was dripping wet
with apprehensiveness She had no
means Of knowing when Lye and
Larry would come; so she dared not
stir from the shack.
Many times she showed aside the
window blind and looked out But
me world outside was wrapped In a
white silence. She could not even
glimpse the peaked roof OF a fisher
mans hut, for between her and the
Silent City was a flowing curtain OF
NOV, the takes falling like feathers
nom an open bag.
Larry would keep his word, she told
herself over and over. She was glad
y was such a night The better could
me sQuatters carry out their death
plan. "
Unnoticed by the girl. the wood
burned to embers In the stove, and the
nut grew colder by degrees. In one
VI her half hours OF measuring the
0anty's length. she halted, breathing
on her frost-bItten fingers. She drew
soout her shoulders the blanket which
days "'
ner mind brought back to the baby
way on In some unknown place. she
a'eu weakly as she replenlshed the
ure. Had the wicked ones Of the
ssrtn made Jerry forget Daddy Hop
.ns VINO up In Auburn was ignorant
Z MS whereaboutsi Many times Polly
asd taken up her pencil to write him
! he child. but 1t always dropped
-om her fingers before Il reached the
lNper. Daddy could not do anything;
'urden.
one was at the stove, her cold. stiff
myers !, spread over 1t, when the sound
. footsteps outside sent her headlong
! .ne door. AppallIngly terrified, she
ragged II open.
lhen, In deadening silence. I've
naeser and Larry Bishop carried a
se bundle through the doorway and
"ew II down on Polly's bed.
:. n.euVy'lidded. the girl gazed upon II.
IL eyes widening In Joy, Joy at the
n OF Old Mares misery; JOY at
y J. thought Of getting even. The
" s1.lul emotion that surged through
T. 1ore relation only by contrast TO
n ueiights OF a few months back.
o" su ner willing legs had trotted the
saS 'ry over to help every one that
We her. II wasn't the same Polly
Ios W., This Polly lifted her foot and
aw u ,he bundle none too lightly.
a., We had hi of time gettIn' 'er
aS, roll" growled Lye Braeger.
s,, s'ue It's like II million crazy
j - "As epwIln' over the hills. But =,
\ . brought 'er just the same Now
wh aa' you like with 'er, bratr'
ran, mute '~eth cleaned through the -,
~ acal ~mlle that parted the girls =,
M Al last She had NOT lived a
~ yusn interminable days for moth.
!, , S out youl" she ordered. way. g,
n,os hand at them. IAN keen a n
~, about tIil get doner' NJ
Dpsser made for the door as n
IA !. 70 he gone; but Larry Blshop b
20, 'he spot where he stood RI