Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1925-06-12

Railway was forced to call for q
rope. He tied her ankles together and
fastened her arms to her sides. He
passed the rope around one Of the
cleats. In spite Of her bonds she
struggled so that it was all Railway
could do to keep her from tilting the
boat over. She screamed continually
and tried to throw herself over the
side.
At last she stopped, however, and
lay still from exhaustion. She never
renewed her struggles. She lay in
the bottom Of the boat with her eyes
closed, drawing in convulsive breaths.
Despite his triumph and his anticipa-
tions, Railway was afraid of her. He
wondered what was going on inside
her mind.
1t was about noon when they
reached the promontory.
Railway, preceded by Pierre and
Shorty with the gold-he would not
leave it in the motor boat-carried the
girl across the neck of land to an iso-
lated hut about three hundred yards
away, following a secret passage
among the reeds. He laid her down
upon the camp bed. Joyce lay rigid,
looking at him with dilated pupils, and
still drawing in those shuddering
breaths. Railway went out with a
sigh Of relief; he was still more afraid
Of her In that condition.
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telle, and 1t was with relief he learned
that she was not at the promontory.
Estelle had odd ways Of wandering
alone about the country. Railway
was glad of this temporary respite.
Going to the stables, shanty with
two stalls close by, where he kept
two horses and fodder for use in un-
expected emergency, he saw that one
Of the animals was missing. No doubt
Estelle had gone out riding.
Estelle's personality was stronger
one than Railways. he could never
cow her by violence. as he cowed his
men; on the contrary, he feared her
lashing tongue when she was aroused.
He had seen Pierre, Shorty, and
Kramer gloating over the gold, and
he knew that he would have short
shrift II once his men suspected that
he was unable to keep 1t against
them, or II they trusted each other
sufficiently to combine against him.
That was why he had removed 1t
to the hut In the swamp, approachable
only by single narrow track.
There we're six other men at the
whom Lee had shot through the hand,
being still disabled. Railway set the
whole lot on various jobs, to keep them
busy during the remainder Of the day.
He knew that they would be talking
about the gold at night, but he was
making his own plans. And, left alone,
he paced the track, now gloating over
the gold, now over Joyce who still
lay silent on the bed, her lips COM
pressed, and that awful look in her
eyes.
He went to her side and cut the
bonds that bound her. There was no
need to guard her; she could not es
cape him. Joyce sat up slowly, still
looking at him in that terrible way.
He could not face her eyes He felt
helpless before her. He needed two
allies-night and whisky.
"Come, dearie," he began, in a voice
that was meant to be placable, "you
know everything I've done has been
out Of love for you"
Murderer" Railway trembled be-
fore her outstretched finger. he had
thought to have her at his mercy;
she seemed to have him at hers.
"Come. now, my dear, If had to
treat you rough"
"Murderer!"
"He was pulling gun on me. he
fell into the stream himself I didn't
hit him"
"You-murderer
Railway beat a retreat. Her eyes
were blazing like a panther's. He
couldn't understand his fear Of her
He crossed the neck, went into his
hut, and began drinking. His mind
was muddled, and worse, his will was
wavering. That girl was bad enough
then there would be Estelle to face.
Curse those women! The mental
picture Of Joyce rose up before his
eyes. She had never seemed so de-
sirable. he saw her unconscious in
the mine again. with her short, fair
hair hanging about her neck, her eyes
closed, helpless. Curse her! Why
had he only been thinking of the gold?
He had had her at his mercy then.
He looked cautiously into the hut
again. Joyce was still sitting on the
bed, still as a carven statue. Rath-
way was beginning to be afraid that
she was going mad. If she would
only give him the chance, he wanted
to tell her that he would share the
gold with her. Why couldn't she be
reasonable? It was that ID Ander-
son! How hong would she be thinking
Of him? Weeks, perhaps.
His suspicious of Joyce and Ander-
son lashed him. and he ragged all the