The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1925-02-26
Copyright by w. G. Chapman.
WNU Service

the moment when he turned ava
from the log house, leaving Joyc
with Railway.
He had meant to Kill him then-an
here he must have fallen asleep il
the forest, for it was daylight. An
Joyce had been all night in Rath
ways power!
Murder filled his heart and agail
everything else was blOtted out of hi
mind but the ~insensate desire TO Stay
a primal instinct that swamped ever!
other part Of the mans being.
He started up. But-this was no
the forest He was amazed to see
the walls of the gorge OF either side
Of him, dwindling away in the dis
stance into open country, with a vista
of trees beyond, and splashes of sun
shine, ~interspersed with long waves
of shadow, showing that the sun had
already risen.
Almost Immediately beneath the
ledge on which he lay was a cataract,
but not deep-a roaring stream of
WulSs IuSiiIA6 aiming ihO lONhS.
And not far away was old Leboeuf,
placidly frying bacon in a skillet over
a wood fire.
Then all the events of tine nigh
flashed into Lees mind. He uttered
a cry, got on his legs.
"Leboeuf!"
At Lees cry the old Indian turned
and came toward him, the skillet il
his hand.
Monsieur"
I'VE must go back. Joyce" And
he began to tell the old man of the
events of the night, that Joyce and
he were married-but 1t was all inco.
herent, and he was not sure that he
succeeded in making Leboeuf under
stand.
But If Leboeuf did not quite under.
stand what Lee was trying 10 tell him,
he understood enough to send him
into a flaming fury. He shook his
fists. He danced. His face grew red
with blood. He seemed transformed
once again into that monstrous, ape
like creature with whom Lee had en-
gagged in that desperate duel in the
chasm.
eve must saw her, Leboeuf," Lee
exclaimed. "We must go at once"
"We must go at once, Monsieur.
But one cannot return that way. There
only n way into the mine beneath
the stone. No one can breast this
l shall show you. But watt"
He disappeared within a small cav
ern in the mountain, and re%appeared in
a moment or two carrying a rifle.
"Now, Monsieur, there is no time to
ose. l shall pick them off one by
Eth, my little Joyce in the hands of
hat devil! But my master has shown
in a dream that she shall not be
harmed. Still. 1t was the last words
ny master spoke to me while he was
alive, that l should protect her from
lin, and he has warned me many
lines in dreams also. Eth, this way,
'
Lee, feeling recuperated, despite the
hrobbing of his bruised scalp, fol
owed the old nan along the narrow
of rock beside the cataract. In
little while the path grew wider, the
'ocky walls fell back, becoming out
ying spurs of the mountains. The
oar of the cataract grew faint behind
hem. They continued down a gentle
GRADIENT into a level plain. The forest
losed about them.
Then, when they had been proceed
ng for about half an hour, the forest
uddenly came to an end, and to Lees
.mazement, he found himself standing
lear the bank of the main river which
lowed through Siston lake. He could
lot have been more than half a mile
rom the log house.
But they heard the sudden throb-
ing of the motor boat. Lee ground
is teeth. In an instant old Leboeuf
ad pulled him down behind the shell
of a rock.
Then they heard Joyce scream.
lgain and again her agonized cries
ang out.
Lee tried to leap to his feet; he
would have flung himself into the
liver, but the Indians iron arms N !
ircled him. And, as he tried to cry
ut in answer, a hand closed over his {
louth. +,
Next minute the motor boat shot !
ito mid stream. 1t contained Rath-
vay and his three aides; there was +
omething huddled in the bottom OF +,
ne boat, undoubtedly Joyce; and 9
here was no doubt that they were
for Siston lake. I
And all the while Joyce screamed.
nd Lee struggled in the Indians G
and tried to cry out, but he I
ould not move or utter a sound. a
"Monsieurl Think of herl" Leboeuf h
as kissing in his ear. 1T Is useless y