The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-07-15

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through!' Rodaine was scowling at
him. Aeain Anita Richmond caught
his arm. r.
Maurice! Stop it! How could the
tfdng have been premeditated when he
didn't even know your father? Come
let's go on. The crowds getting
thicker" @~' t
The narrow-faced man obeyed her
command ana together they turned
out into the street to avoid the con-
stantly growing throng, and to veer
toward the picture show.
Carbide lights had begun to appear
along the street, as miners, summoned
by hurrying gossip mongers, came for
ward to assist in; the search for the
missing man. High above the gen.
eral conglomeration of voice could be
heard the cries. of the instigator Of
activities, Sam af4erbenfelder, bemoan-
ing the loss Of his diamond, ninety per
cent of the cost Of which remained
to be paid. Hastily he shot through
the crowd, organizing the bucket br1-
gade and searching for news of the
Argonaut pump, which had not vet
arrived HALF disguised, Fairchild
turned and started up the hill, a few
miners, their carbide lamps swinging
beside them, following him.
. Fairchild turned at the entrance Of
the mine and waited for the first Of
the miners and the accompanying
CLEAN Of his carbide. Then they went
within and to the shaft, the light
shining downward upon the oily, black
water below. Two objects floated
there, a broken piece Of timber, torn
from the side Of the shaft, where
someone evidently had grasped hastily
at it. in an effort to stop a fall, and
a new, four-dented hat, gradually be-
coming water-soaked and sinking
slowly beneath the surface. And then,
for the first time, fear. clutched at
Fairchlld's heart-fear which hope
could not ignore. .s
"There's his hat" It was a miner
staring downward.
Fairchild had seen 1t, but he strove
to put aside the thought.
"True," he answered, ''but anyone
could lose a hat. simply by looking
over; the edge Of the shaft. Harry's a
strong man. Certainly he would know
how to swim. And in any event he
should have been able to have kept
atloat for at least few minutes. Ro-
dame says that he heard a shout and
ran right in here; but all that lie
could see was ru1fled water and a float
ing hat. T." Then he paused sud-
denly. 1t had come to him that Ro-
dame might have helped III the demise
Of Harry! ~. p.
Shouts sounded from outside, and
the roaring of a motor truck as it
made its slow, tortuous way up the
boulder-strewn Rad with Its gullies
and innumerable ruts. Voices came,
rumbling and varied. Lights. Gain
ing the mouth Of the tunnel, Fairchild
could see mass of shadows outlined
by the carbides, all following the lead
ership of a small, excited man, Sam
Herbenfelder, still seeking his dia-.
mond. y. .f
The big pump from the Argonaut
tunnel was aboard the truck, which
was, followed by two other auto We
hicles, each loaded with gasoline en-
gines and smaller pumps. A hundred
men were in the crowd, all equipped
with ropes and buckets. Sam Herben-
felder's pleas had been heard. The
search was about to begin for the
body of Harry and the diamond that
circled one finger. And Fairchild has
tened to do his part. T. +
Until far into the night they worked
and strained to put the big pump into
position; while crews Of linen, four and
five In a group, bailed water as fast
as possible. that the aggregate might
be lessened to the greatest possible
extent before the pumps. with their
hoses, were attached. Then the gaso-
line engines began to snort, great
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