Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-11-19

he was looking fora pile of debris
heaped against a bluff, whose hard
rock resisted the action of the water.
1t was about a quarter of a mile
! away and on the same bank of the
river as himself. Still in silence he
began to drop down the face of the
hill, and sometimes climbing over
moss-grown rocks, sometimes wad-
ing waist-high in the river itself, he
made his way to the heap of debris.
1t was the drift-pile made by the
river, which at this point cast out
from it's bosom logs and trees and
all manner of debris brought over
the falls and down the gorge, a great
heap piled in ineXtricable confusion
as high as a tall fir tree, and AS
broad as a church.
Feverishly, Gerald Ainley began to
wade round its wide base: and the
Indian also Joined in the search,
poking among the drift-logs and oc-
c%asionally tumbling n aside. Then
the Indian gave a sharp grunt, and
out of the pile dragged a piece of
wreckage that was obviously part of
the side and bow of q canoe. The
Indian put a brown finger on a SYM
Dol painted on the bows, with the
| letters II. b. c. beneath. Both of
them recognized the piece of wreck
age as belonging to the canoe in
which Helen Yardely had left the
camp.
The Indian cooked a meal, of
which Ainley partook with but little
care for what he was eating, his eyes
fixed on the ochre-colored water as
it swept by, his face the index of
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meal they began to track their canoe
upstream, until they reached water
where it would be possible to paddle,
on of them towing with a line, and
the other working hard with the
paddle to keep the canoes nose from
the bank. A little way before they
reached the limstone ramparts
through which they had swept at
such speed a few hours before, the
Indian, who was at the towline, stop
ped and indicated that they must
make a portage over the gorge, since
the CONFORMATION of the cliffs made
it impossible to tow the canoe
through. In this task, a very hard
one, necessitating two journeys, one
with the canoe and n with the
stores. they were occupied the re-
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pitched camp again and had eaten
the evening meal the Indian prompt
ly fell asleep.
But there was no sleep for Gerald
Ainley. He sat there staring at the
water rushing by, reflecting the
crimson flare of the Northern night.
And twas not crimson that he saw
it, but o~chre-colored as he had seen
it earlier in the day, hurrying to-
wards the rapids below, and to that
ninety-foot leap into the gorge.
Rising to his feet, he stumbled
out of the camp, and began to walk
restlessly along the bank of the
river. He was body-tired, but his
mind was active with an activity that
was almost feverish. Try as he
would he could not shut out the Wis
ions which haunted him, and as fast
as he dismissed one, a new one was
conjured up.
He walked far without knowing it,
driven by the secret agonies within,
and all the time conscious that he
could not escape from them. Then
that befell which put a term to these
agonizing imaginings. AS he walked
he came suddenly on the ashes of n
camp fire. For a moment he stared
at it uneonprehendingly. Then his
interest quickened, as the state of
the ashes showed some n had
camped at this place quite recently.
He began to look about him care
fully, walking down the shelving
bank to the edge of the river. At
that point there was a stratum of
soft clay. which took and preserved
the impression of everything of
weight which rested upon it; and in
stantly he perceived a number of
footmarks about a spot where a
canoe had been beached twice.
STOPPING he examined the foot
marks infinitely. There was quite a
tumble of them, mostly made by a
long and broad moccasined foot,
which was certainly that of a man;
but in the tumble he found the print
of smaller feet, which must have
been made by a youth or girl. A
quick hope kindled in his heart as
he began to trace these prints among
the others.
Then suddenly the hope became
a certainty, for in the rough grass
he saw something CLEAN, and stoop-
ing to recover it, found that it was
a small enameled Swastiki breach
similar to one which he had seen
three days before at Miss Yardely's
throat.
Excitedly he broke on the slum-
bers of his Indian companion, and
after showing him the brooch, babe
him accompany him TO the place
where he had found it. and there
pointed to the footmarks on the
bank.
I'VE must get back to the camp
at once. Joe. We must find out if
Miss Yardely has returned. We
know now that she is alive, and at
costs we must find her. We will
start at once for there is no time to
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