Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-04
CONTINUED from our last issue)
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Always Clinch's little pale eyes
searched the forest twilight in front
of him; not a falling leaf escaped
him; not a chipmunk.
The slightest noise behind him.
He waited, turned slowly. Eve
stood there.
He'll died in his pale eyes as she
came to him, rested silently in his
gentle embrace, returned his kiss,
laid her flushed. sweet cheek against
his unshaven face.
dad, darling?"
Eyes, my baby"
You're watching to kill Quin-
tana. But there's nc 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 1t
doesn't matter. See here!-' She
dug her slender hand Into her
breeches pocket and pulled out a
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
ne robbed you Of"
"'Tain't them that matter. . .
I'm glad you got 'em. l allus want
ed you should be a great lady.
grille. Them's the tickets Of admis-
sion. You put 'em in YOU pants.
l gotta stay here a spell
Dad! Take them!"
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them into his pocket.
sently, his pale eyes searching the
woods ahead.
eve just told you" she said,
chat the boys went in as far as
Quintana's shanty. There was a
dead man there, too; but Quintana
has gone"
Clinch said-not removing his
ewes from the forest: IF any o.
them boys has let Quintana crawl
through I'll kill him, too. . .
G'wan home, grille. I gotta mosey
II gotta kinda loaf around FIR a
spell"
pad. I want you to come back
with me-"
"You go home; you hear me,
Eve? Tell Corny and Dick Berry to
ROCK II IOI OWL MdISu anu sup ~
Star Peak trails-both on 'em.
Can Sid and Jimmy Walk"
"Jim can't"
"We1l, 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 youI What is the use of hurt
ing him? You have what he
took"
II gotta have more'n he took.
But even that amt enough. He
couldn't pay for all he ever done to
me, grille. . . I'm amin to draw
on him on sight"
C1inch's set visage relaxed into
an alarming smile which flickered,
faded, died in the wintry ferocity of
his eyes.
"G'wan home!" he interrupted
harshiy. "You want hat Hastings
boy to bleed to death"
She came up to him, not uttering
a word, yet asking him with all the
tenderness and eloquence of her
eyes to leave this blood-trail where
1t 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 1 told we, or, by God. I'll
cut a switch that'll learn We goodi
Never a word, now! On yer way!
G'wani"
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 "
y And Clinch's mind was on her.
AL e1se-his watchfulness, his
,stealthy advance-all the alertness
of eye and ear, all the subtlety, the
cunning. the infinite caution-were
purely instructive mechanics.
Somewhere in this flooded twi-
light of gigantic trees was Jose
Quintana. Knowing that, he dis
missed that fact from his mind and
turned his thoughts to Eve.
Sometimes his lips moved. They
usually did when he was arguing
with God or calling his Creators