Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1922-01-12
built the fire yourself?"
"That's me, lady"

No such luck. Goals were still
glowing all | had to do was to put
in piece of frewood But Pm all
well otherwise, as far as / can tell.
How about your"
The girl stretched up her arms. "a
little stiff-and now-I want you to
tell me just how this blindness of
yours--is going to affect our getting
out"
1t was serious question. 81 don't
see how it can affect us a great deal, ="
he answered. 81 realize you don't
know one step of the way down to
Bradleyburg, and | can't see the
way; but Harold knows is perfectly"
AS if the Invocation of his name
were a magic summons, Harold
opened the door and entered, He
carried Bills loud mouthed rife in
the hollow of his arm.
You've been hunting?" Virginia
cried.
"Of course. I figured we needed
meat. carried Bills rife because
don't trust the sights of mine. They
were yard off that day l shot at the
caribou"
Did you see any gamer"
Harold's eyes met hers and mar
rowed, ever SO slightly. But his an
swer was apt. Il saw caribou
about two miles away. There didn't
seem a chance in the world to hit it,
but considering our scarcity of meat
took that chance. Of course l didn't
hit within ten feet of him; Bills gun
isn't built for such long ranges.
shot-four times.
! Bill did not reply. He was think
ing about those same four shots. 1t
was ineomprehensible that they
should have made such an impression
upon him.
And for all that Bill hasn't got
his sight back yet, we're going to
start down tomorrow" Virginia an
nounced IN a gay voce. She glanced
once at Bill. but she did not see the
world of despair that came into his
face at the delight with which she
spoke. You and l will take turns
pulling the sled. Bill will, hang o.
to the gee-pole. And Bill says YOU
know the way. We're going to dash
right through-camp out only two
nights.
That afternoon both Bill and
Virginia started with amazement
at the sound of tapping Ipuckles on
the. door. Harold's eyes were gleam-
ling.
XIV.
Harold saw fit to answer the door
himself He threw it wide open; Vir-
ginia's startled glance could just
make out two swarthy faces, singu-
larly dark and unprepossessing.
we've mushin' over to Yuga-
been over Bald Peak way" Joe said
stumblingly Didn't know no one
was here. Want bunk here to-
night"
l
Eyes. We got blankets
"On your way home, Ell? Well, I'll
have to ask this lady"
Harold seemed strangely nervous
as he turned to Virginia.
"A couple of Indians, going home
toward the settlement on the Yuga,''
he explained quickly. "They've come
from over toward Bald Peak and
were counting on putting up here
tonight. That's the woods custom,
you know1to stay at anybody's
cabin. Do you think we can put 'em
Iup"
| Good heavens, we can't send
Pthem on, on night like this. 1t is
awkward, though-about food,.-9
| "Of course they can stay. Bill can
sleep on the floor in here-you can
take tic two of them with you into
the little cabin. It will be pretty tight
work, but we can't do anything else.
Bring them in"
| Harold tsrned again to the door,
and IL a moment the Indians strobe
blinking INTO the candlelight.
| Virginia shot them a swift glance
land was instinctively repealed; but at
once she ascribed the evil savagery
of their faces to racial traits.
Bill, sitting against the cabin wall,
tried to make sense out of a con-
fused jumlbe of thoughts and in,-
/ pressions and memories that flooded
in one wave to- his mind
He had assumed at once that the
two breeds were Joe and Pete, whom
he had encountered when he first
found Harold. Why, then, had the
latter made no sign of recognition?
| He resolved to. know the truth.
Its Joe and Pete, isn't it?" he
asked abruptly in the silence.
'Pete-Joe?" Joe answered at
last, in bewildered tone. Don't
know 'em. I'm Wolfpaw Black
| he's Jimmy-Jimmy Dubois"
l Except for little lingering I'M
easineSs, Bill was satisfied.
Virginia went on with her supper
preparations, and at last the three of
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