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

]
the curtain and peered into his face.
mo 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 L can tell.
How about your"
The girl stretched up her arms. "a
little stiff-and now want you to
| tell me just how this blindness of
youfs-is going to affect, our getting
out"
1t was serious question. 81 don't
see how it can affect us great deal, :"
he answered. Il 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 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 rifle because |
don't trust the sights of mine. They
/ were yard off that day 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. II saw a caribou
about two miles away. There didn't
seem chance in the world to hit it,
but considering our scarcity of meat
took that chance Of course | 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 incomprehensible 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 will take turns
pulling the sled Bill vii: h;.rg 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 anazement
at the sound of tapping knuckles on
the door. Harold's eyes were CLEAN
ing.
XIV.
| Harold saw fit to answer the door
himself He threw it wide open; Viz
ginia's startled glance could just
make out two swarthy faces, singu-
larly dark and tinprepossessing.
We've mushin' over to Yuga--
been over Bald Peak way" Joe said
stumblingly Didn't know no one
was here. Want q bunk here to-
| night"N
| You've got your own blankets?"
| Yes We got blankets"
| ION 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."
ne explained quickly. They've. come
from over toward Bald Peak and
We're counting on putting up here
tonight. That's the woods custom,
you know-to stay at anybody's
cabin. Do you think we camput 'em
Iup?"
/ Good heavens, we can't send
them on, on a night like this. 1t is
awkward, though about food"
"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. 1t will be pretty tight
work, but we can't do anything else.
Bring them in"
4
| Harold turned again to the door,
land in a moment the Indians strobe
| blinking into the candlelight.
| Virginia shot them 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 con
| fused jumlhe of thoughts and i'm
Ipressions 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 a bewildered tone. Don't
| know 'em. I'm Wolfpaw Black
lhe's Jimmy-Jimmy Dubos.''
| Except for little lingering I'M
easiness, Bill was satisfied.