New Britain herald., 1922-11-04
(Continued From Our Last lssue)
 CHAPTER III

(Continued From Our Last lssue)
 CHAPTER III.
 Always clinch's little pale eyes searched the forest twilight in front of him; not a falling leaf escaped him; not a ehipmunk.
 The slightest noise behind him. He waited, turned slowly, Eve stood there,
 Hell died in his pale eyes as she came to him, rested silently in his gentle embrace. returned Nhis kiss, laid her flushed. sweet cheek against his unsharen face.
 Dad, darling?"
 Yes, my baby"
 "Youre watching to kill Quintana. But there's no use watching any longer"
 Have the boys below got him? ?" he demanded.
 They got one of his gang. Byron Hastings is dead. Jim is badly hurt; Sid Hone too-not so badly"
 Where's Quintana?"
 Dad. he's gone. But it don't matter. See here!-" She dug her slender hand into her brooches pocket and pulled out little fistful of gems.
 Clinch, his powerful arm closing her shoulders, looked duly at the jewels.
 You see, dad, there's no use kill ing Quintana. These are the things he robbed you of."
 " 'Taint them that matter. :. I'm glad you got 'em. l allus want ed you should be great lady, grille. 1hem's the tickets of admission. You put 'em in your pants. I gotta stay here a spell"
 Dad! Take them!"
 He took them, smiled, showed them into his pocket.
 What is 1t, girlie?" he asked ab- sently, his pale eyes searching the woods ahead.
 I've just told you,' she said, that the boys went in as far as Quintana's shanty. There was dead man there, too; but Quintana has gone."
 Clinch said-not removing his eyes from the forest: ''If any O. them boys has let Quintana crawl through I'll kill him, too. G'wan home, girlie. I gotta mosey-I gotta kinda loaf around fir spell"
 Dad, I want you to come back with me"
 You go home; you hear me, Eve? Tell Corny and Dick Berry to hook it for Owl Marsh and stop the Star Peak trails-both on em: Can Sid and Jimmy Walk?"
 Jim can't"
 Well, let Harve take him on his back. You go too. You help fix Jimmy up at the house. He's a little fella, Jimmy Hastings is. Harve can tote him. And you go along"
 Dad, Quintana says he means to kill you What is the use of hurting him? You have what he took-''
 T gotta have more'n he took. But even that ain't enough. He couldn't pay for all he ever done to noe, girlie. I'm aimin' to draw on him on sight"
 Clinchs set visage relaxed into an alarming smile which fiickered, faded, died in the wintry ferocity Q. his eyes.
 Dad
 .G'wan home!" he interrupted y. boy to bleed to death?''
 She. came up to him, not uttering a word, yet asking him with all the ten derness and eloquence of her eyes to leave this blood trail where it lay and hunt no more.
 He kissed her mouth, infinitely tender, smiled; then, again prim and scowling:
 'G'wan home, you little scut, an do what I told ye, or, by God, I'll cut a switch that'll learn ye good! Never word, now! On yer way! Gwan!"
 Twice she turned to look back. The second time, Clinch was slowly walking into the woods straight ahead of him. She waited; saw him go in; waited. After a while she continued On her way.
 CHAPTER " And Clinch's mind was on her. All else-his watchfulness, his stealthy advance-all the alertness of eye and ear, all the subtlety, the cunning, the infinite caution---were purely instinc- tive mechanics.
 Somewhere in this flooded twilight of gigantic trees was Jose Quintana. Knowing that, he dismissed that fact from his mind and turned his thoughts to Eve.