Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-10-31
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A, faint sound such as he never before
had heard.
If it were a voice of any sort
there was nothing human about II.
Probably some sort of un-
known bird . . Perhaps a bird OF
J prey That was natural, con-
| sidering the attraction that Georgi-
AIDES would have for such creatures.
. If it were a bird it must be a
large one, he thought . Because
there was a certain volume to the
cry . Perhaps it was a beast,
after all ... Some Sno
beast of the forest.
Sanchez was suddenly afraid
Scarcely knowing what he was 10
ing he began to run along the edSe
of the bog.
He was tired or thought he was,
J but the alarming sounds were filling
his ears now; the entire forest
seemed full of them, echoing in all
directions, coming in upon him from
everywhere, so that he knew not IN
which direction to run.
The next instant he fell headlong
| over a ledge, struck water, felt him
| self whirled around in the icy, rush
ing current, rolled over, mblel
through rapids, blinded, deafened,
| choked, swept helplessly in a vast
green wall of water toward some
thing hat Numbered in his brain
an instant, then dashed it into roar
ing chaos.
Half a mile down the turbulent
outlet of Star Pond-where a great
100 ~rN@~ rrrotnr nnt1rE fhIrtU
feet into the tossing foam below
and spinning, dipping, diving, bob
bling up like a lost log after the
drive, the body of Senior Sanchez
danced all alone in the wilderness,
splitting from soggy pockets
diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emer'
aids, into crystal caves where only
the shadows of slim trout stirred.
Very far away to the eastward
Quintana stood listening, clutching
Sard by one sleeve t. silence him.
Presently he said: MY frien',
somebody is hunting with houn's in
this fores'.
Don't leave mel" gasped the ter
rified diamond broker. II don't
know where to go"
Quintana faced him abruptly -
with a terrifying smile and glimmor
of white teeth-and showed a pistol
into the fold of fat beneath Sard'i
double chin:
You heard those dogs? Yes? Yer
well; I also. Run, now. 1 say to
YOU run YER damn quick. He!
Houp! Allez vous en-! Beat eet!"
He struck Sard a singing blow
on his leshy a with the pistol bar
rel, and Sard gave a muffled shrek
which was more like the squeak Of
a frightened animal.
My God, Quintana-" he sobbed.
Then Quintana's yes bulged murder,
and Sard turned and ran numbering
through the thicket like a stampeded
OK, crashing on amid withered
brake, white birch scrub and brier,
not knowing whether he was headed,
crazed with terror.
Sard could not run very far. He
could scarcely stand when he pulled
up and chung to the trunk of a tree.
More dead than alive he embraced
the tree, gulping horribly for air.
every fat-incrusted organ laboring,
his sense swimming.
And now, directly ahead, he saw
clear grey sky low through the
trees. The woods edge!
He began to run.
AS he emerged from the edge CT
the woods, waist deep in brush and
wide before his blood shot
eyes spread Star Pond.
Even in his half supplied brain
there was memory enough left for
recognition.
He remembered the lake. His
gaze Travelled to the westward; and
saw Clinch's Dump standing be-
stark, silent, the doors swing
ing open in the wind.
And after a long while he VEN
tured to waddle nearer, sinking
through brush and frosted weed,
creeping behind boulders, edging al
ways closer and closer to that silent
house where nothing moved except
the wind blown door.
And now, at last, he set a furtive
foot upon the threshold, tip-tped IN,
peered here and there, sided to the
dining room, peered in.
When at length, Emanuel Sard
discovered that Clinch's Dump was
tenantless, he made straight for the
pantry. Here was cheese, crackers,