Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1922-01-08
Continued from last issue.)

The battle was short thereafter.
Harold was never a match for Bill
The latter's hard fists dashed into
mis- face, blow after blow with grim
reports in the silence. Harold's re-
sistance ceased; his body quivered
ard lay still. Remembering Virginia
Bill leaped to his feet.
But Harold was not quite uncon-
scious. But one impulse was LETT
to escape; and dumbly he crawled to
the door.
No weapon remained in his hand
'Pll get you yet, ry6u DEVIL" he
screamed, almost incoherently. Pm
lay in wait and kill you-you can't get
away"
And out he staggered.
Virginia." Bill called, where are
ycu?"
From the dark, far end of the cabin
he heard the answer-a voice low anu
tremulous such as is sometimes heard
from the lips of sick child.
Here l am, Bill" he replied. I'm
hit with stray Shot
Bill CROPPED his way to Virginia's
side.
His hands told him she was lying
huddled against the wall. a sngnr,
pathetic figure that broke the heart
within the man. He knelt beside her,
then felt for a match.
But before he struck the match he
remembered his foe without; he
would be quick to fire through the
window if light showed him his
target.
Even now he might be croucned IN
the snow, his rifle in his arms, wait
ing for just this chance.
Bill snatched a blanket from the
cot, shielded them with it, and light
ed the match behind it,
He can't see the ,Ignt through
this he told her.
He CROPPED for the fallen candle,
Lighted it and held it close. You'll
have to look and see yourself, V1r-
ginia." he told her. You remember
of course"
Yes, she remembered his blindness
She looked down at the little stain OF
red on her left shoulder.
Il can't tell she toit: him. 1T
went in right here-give ME your
hand"
She took his warm hand and rested
it against the wound. Someway, it
comforted her. CLOSE to the top or
the shoulder, then" he commented.
But there's nothing | can dots
not wound | can dress. It's cIcaner
low than anything we've got to clean
it with. The only thing is to lie still
so it won't bleed"
do you think I'll die?" she asked
him quietly.
Il don't think the wound is serious
in itself-if we could get you down
to a DOCTOR" he told her 1t isn't
bleeding much now, because you are
lying still, but it has been bleeding
pi city freely. It's just flesh wound,
really. But you see"
Her mind leaped at once to his
thought. You mean-it's the same
either way?" she questioned.
1T means death-that's all it
means. l don't care c;- Ely own ac-
count
Then don't care on mine, either"
All at once her hand went up and ca
ressed his face. Hold me, Bill, won't
you?" she asked Hold me IN your
arms
The mans arms frightened around
her He lowered his lips close to
hers.
Il love you
She drew his head down and down
until her own lips halted the flow oil
his words. And love you, Bill" s.
told him. mo one but you"
Only once during the night did R'
leave her-to cover the crack of the
door and build up the fire. When
ne returned, her warm little flood oi
kisses was as if he had been absent
for weary hours.
But her thoughts had been busy,
even in this moment All at once
she drew his ear close to her lips.
Bill, will you listen to me a min
ute?" she asked
Listen. I'll listen to every word
81 think | know the way-at least
Everything depends first" Vir-
GINA said, whether or not you can
crawl through the little window OF
the cabin"
Bill remembered his experience in
the smoke-filled hut and he kissed
her, whispering that would be easy.
The next thing-are Harold's
snowshoes in this room?"
so it depends on Harold, does it?
l believe his snowshoes are mere,
Harold left rather hurriedly-and |
don't think he took them"
NV hat everything depends on-is
getting out. The longer We stay mere
without food, the more certain death
is. | know | can't walk and you can't
see. Bill, Harold is waiting, right
now-probably in the little cabin
where lie sleeps-for a chance 10 get
those shoes He's helnleSs without