Evening star., 1924-01-14

regarding the boy.
face went milk white and her eyes
were blazing flames Of hatred.
1t was not a pretty sight, albeit
What lifted it out OF the ordinary
was the fact that 1t involved some
what the daughter Of Gov. Dunmore.
As for Mistress Penelope, she stood
small hand was lifted, still clenched
into an adorable fist.
MY heart" she grittel between
her pretty teeth, rnow Is the time
TO prove a man! VIII you. my mas
ters, stand by and see the slave I
coveted be bruised by that wretch?
Her clear voice rose and carried.
Miss Penelope" began Tim Lovo-
lace, placatlyely. tbs the traders
privilege. The wench IS LIS. Set Us
you our blood. any one Of u.s."
Bah" cried Penelope. and brought
the little fist so violently down upon
the brown beauty's neck that he
jumped in surprise.
over across the green a figure
raised itself .lithely from its lazy
position against a roam horse and
with incredible swiftness threaded
tho crowd. In a fraction of a sec
ond it had crossed the space between
reached the trader and his victim.
1t was a leSn figure in well-worn
bCckskins-tall, graceful. powerful
With one leap it cleared the last dis
tance and lanCed full upon McCool.
At the sudden impact the trader
was jostled from his hold upon the
girl. who was flung roughly aside to
gather herself up and stand ranting.
gazing wide-eyeo upon the struggle
which followed.
1t was a struggle well worth
watching. In fact, 1t soon became
better than that; for the galiants and
macaronies. crowdlng in. began to
lay wagers to the delighted taking Of
SNUFF.
For though McCool was a square
built man and passing strong. the
other was quick and hard in every
muscle that rose along his arms and
carnate-its slow growth and its
health. its toughness and its pill
ability.
And he fought laughing. The deep
blue eyes that were SO smiling soft
when he lay beneath a cloud d-fecked
sky. were now alive with dancing
devils Of enjoyment as he leaped for
the trader like panther for its prey.
1t was instant com bat. Thud and
stroke and shuff1e, 1t flashed into
fought to the finish from the start.
Back and forth they went. this way
and that. with the crowd surging
after. Bucxskin's blows were light
hero and there. snapped up his chin.
set hts nose to bleeding. filled him
with red rage but left him no open
ing.
square man had the advantage for
and tie bets changed face. Again
they broke away. McCool was sway
ing with the mad lust of punishment.
He lunged and countered wildly.
oangerous. But the other played
with him prettily. so that admiring
comments passed in the crowd. and
at last. as If the thing were becoming
the slim man of the forest rushed
forward like a. caiapuit, aught his
adversary in his arms. rushed him
backward, stumbling, all but falling.
past the block and to the waters
and effort-for McCool was heavy
mamie stopped. gripped, lifted,
strained backward and literally threw
him into the tide below. It was a
splendid show Of strength and mental
calculation. A great cheer went up
from the watchers in sheer admira-
ton.
H'Sdeath!" cried that same Mr..
Corton who had Tested short while
before at Buckskins. but that vas
"And." cut in Mistress Penelope. in
a surcharged voice. "methinks, gem
tlemen, that our hero fs that same
ne er-do-well whom you 80 kindly
described to me-the riding. fishing.
Henryi It remained for the lout to
turn gallant and dare when the gallants
failed.'
At the ice in her tone the young
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no answer. None was needed. for
they were dragging the trader. nigh
drowned and completely cowed, from
the River James, and the girl was all
eyes for the performance.
turned to the governors daughter and
smiled directly at her. She saw the
laughing devils in his blue eyes.
Mistress" he said clearly. will
you name the price you wish to pay
for the young cana', wsnen y1aanrt, ySeattat,on sn.
named her last bid.
Henry turn ed to McCool.
"The lady will pay that price. Do
you withdraw-or sell under your
own b,a. which. which !: !: more according to
The trader frowned and would not
answer: but Henry stepped toward
him once more and he hastily agreed.
skins led forward the lass from Ian
cashire and, lifting her hand. laid It
in that Of the girl on the brown 9n
each others eyes. and sort OF awe
at their good fortune was visivle in
"Your name, eirlr' asked the lady.
'Patience, Mistress" the other an
swered; Patience Conwell.
Then Miss Penelope held out that
same small hand to Patrick Henry,
the ne'er-do-weu.
"sir." she said distinctly. 80 that
all heard, 'it has been my great good
fortune to behold today man--when
was wishing that one OF that rare
gentry might appear. We thank you.
| the lass and I. for that precious drub-
b1ng which you gave the trader"
''Knife met nuttered Timothy
I.ovelace, but that was q hard one"
! But Patrick Henry had taken the
| white hand, and, STOPPING from his
great height. he kissed 1t as 8allantly
and gracefully as any OF his betters
might have done.
(ContinuSd in Tomorrow's etar.)