The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1927-07-15
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recognize me the other evening.
which I cannot forget, and as a very
old friend, 1 entreat you to turn to
me if there is anything l can do for
you. This will be given to you by
Mr.. Shannon, in whom you can trust
absolutely.-Affectionately yours.
BERTHA N~ORTHWOOD.'"
AS she sealed it and addressed it,
Mrs. Northwood gave a little laugh.
"Of course, l may be just wasting
my time writing this" she said, but
1 cannot be so near and yet stand
aside and do nothing. You will of
course, come back for dinner, and ]
hope you will sleep here, Mr.. Shan
non?"
AS he held her hand, Noel Shan.
non said:
81 should like nothing better but
/ want you to be so kind as to leave
me quite free. 1 don't know what
lies in front of me. only as | SAID to
you just now. my seventh sense
warns me hal | am up against
something very evil and dangerous
and 1 must deal with these things as
circumstances permit"
He bent over her hand and kissed
it.
Gerald Craven stood a brief while
to get his breath after he had dropped
from the wall. Then he started t.
run acros the rough ground. follow
ing the wall which surrounded tn.
gardens of the Mulberry House H.
had left his zap lying on the wall il
was cut by the glass and he did no
require it.
AS he turned the corner that gave
on to the road which would lead tc
the village. he almost collided witt
two men. They were the two men
whom he had watched going into the
public-house.
"Sayl Who are you? Where are
you going? Where have you come
from? What are you doing sneak
ing round the wall like this?"
Had Craven been less excited, less
strung up, he would have ignored
the rudeness and have managed to
get away. But he forgot caution he
only remembered all Lorna had just
told him, and his answer was to jerk
his arm out of the mans grasp and
shooting out his fist, to strike the
speaker a violent upward blow, max
ing him stagger and almost fall to
the ground. Unfortunately the bully
was not knocked down, nor was he
made insensible; he was only o
vulsed with rage.
"Oh, SO that's your game, is it?'
he spluttered. We'll then, just you
look out for yourself, my fine sir"
He rushed forward only t. be me
by another scientific blow. which
again staggered him and brought the
blood from his mouth. Just for a
few seconds he seemed knocked out.
but quickly recovered and made an
other rush forward. AS he did so,
he shouted to the Indian standing q
few yards away:
what are you waitin' for? If you
don't look out he'll go for you"
Like lightning the native moved.
and lifting a loaded stick which he
carried, he struck Craven violently
the head. The young man
dropped like a log to the ground. and
the man he had fought came forward
and gave him a savage kick.
TN show you'll" he shouted TT
you how l fight"
And he kicked the unconscious
nan again, and would have gone ON
only the Indian drew his at
to the fact that someone in
the distance was watching them.
The individual who had frightened
them into this disappearance proved
to be a boy who was running to
them. AS he saw Gerald
Craven lying so still on the ground
this lad got frightened and ran back
the village as quickly SIS he
could go, pouring out his tale Of
what he had seen to a group of men
who were chatting together before
for the night.
NEXT CHAPTER: Ia fight In
Mulberry House.