The L'Anse sentinel., 1922-07-14


something about her. There's a farm
house about mile back; I'm going to
take you over there and leave you with
those people,"
II will not go there!"
He swore. "Tll carry you, theni"
She shrank back from him as he
lurched toward her with hands out
stretched to seize her; he followed
her. and she avoided him again; II his
guilt and terror had given her mental
ascendency over him, his physical
strength could still force her to his
will and, realizing the impossibility
Of evading him or overcoming him,
she stopped.
"Not that!" she cried. Don't touch
mel"
"Come with me, then !" he command
ed; and he went to the door and laid
his snowshoes on the snow and
stepped into them. STOPPING and tight
ening the straps; he stood by while
she put on. hers. He did not attempt
again to put hands upon her as they
moved away from the little cabin to-
ward the woods back Of the clearing |;
but went ahead, breaking the trail for
her with his snowshoes. He moved
forward slowly; he could travel. If he
had wished, three feet to every two
that she could cover, but he seemed
not wishing for speed but rather for
delay. A deep, dull resonance was
booming above the wood; 1t doomed
again and ran into q rhythm. No
longer was II above; at least 1t was not
only above; II was all about them
here, there, to right and to left, before,
behind-the booming Of the Drum.
Doom was the substance Of that sound
Of the Drum beating the roll of the
dead.
Henry had stopped In front of her,
half turned her way; his body swayed
and bent to the booming Of the Drum,
as his swollen lips counted its sound
ings. She could see him plainly In the
moonlight, yet she drew nearer to him
as she followed his count. Twenty
one," he counted-"Twenty-twow The
drum was still going on. Twenty
four-twenty-five- |" Would
he count another?
He did not; and her pulses, which
had halted, leaped with relief. He
moved on again, descending the steep
side Of a little ravine, and she fol-
lowed. One Of his snowshoes caught
In a protrudlng root and. instead Of
slowing to free 1t with care, he pulled
1t violently out, and she heard the dry,
seasoned wood crack. He looked down,
swore; saw that the wood was not
broken through and went on; but as
he reached the bottom of the slope, she
leaped downward from little height
behind him and crashed down upon his
trailing snowshoe just behind the heel.
The rending snap Of the wood came
beneath her feet. Had she broken
through his shoe or snapped her own2
She sprang back, as he cried out and
swung In an attempt to grasp her; he
lunged to follow her, and she ran a
few steps away and stopped. At his
next step his foot entangled In the
mesh Of the broken snowshoe, and he
stopped, cursing, to strip 1t Off and
hurl 1t from him; then he tore of the
one from the other foot, and threw 1t
away, and lurched after her again but
now he sank above his knees and floun-
dered In the snow. She stood for
moment while the half-mad, half
drunken figure struggled toward her
along the side Of the ravine; then she
ran to where the tree trunks hid her
from him. He gained the top Of the
had gone; assured then, apparently,
that she had flown In fear Of him, he
started back more swiftly toward the
beach. She followed, keeping out Of
his sight among the trees.
To twenty-six, he had counted-to
twenty-six, each time! That told that
he knew one was living among those
who had been upon the ferryl What
one7 1t could only be one Of two to
dismay him so; there had been only
two on the ferry whose rescue he had
feared; only two who, living, he would
have let lie upon this beach which he
had chosen and set aside for his pa
troll, while he waited for him to die
She forced herself on, unsparingly,
as she saw Henry gain the shore and
as, believing himself alone, he hurried
northward. She could not rest; she
could not let herself be exhausted.
Merciless minute after minute she
raced him thus A dark shape--a fig
ure lay stretched upon the Ice ahead
Beyond and still farther out, some
thing which seemed the fragments of
a lifeboat tossed up and down where
the waves thundered and cleaned at
the edge Of the foe.
Henry's pace quickened; hers quick
ened desperately, too. She left the
shelter Of the trees and scrambled
down the. steep pitch of the BLUM,
shouting, crying aloud. Henry turned
about and saw her; he halted, and she
passed him with rush and got be-
tween him and the form upon the Ice.
before she turned and faced him.
Defeat--defeat of whatever purpose
he had had--was his now that she was
there to witness what he might do; and
In his realization of that. he burst out
In oaths against her He advanced:
she stood, confronting--he swayed
slightly In his walk and swung past
her and away; he went past those
things on the beach and kept on along
the Ire hummocks toward the north