Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-23
Continued From Yesterdays starr
INsTALLMENT

at the same time tender.
The girl let herself relax, feeling a
sudden sense Of protection and with 1t
lassitude.
David's lips brushed her hair. He
had picked her UP and was striding
back through the passage, his one
thought that he had found her. Tun-
nels, darkness, mob waiting to lynch
fhim-these were the merest incidentals.
1.-THE girl was alive, in his arms. Moth
ing else in the world mattered.
Tim all right" she said at last.
liAWhere are you taking me?"
"Out Of this hole Back to the
house"
Her body stiffened in his grasp.
mo, MOI We can't leave them. Turn
around. We must go back"
II David strobe on.
II ITO Cranson? Not chancel"
n "But, David, dear"-sIe knew the
right note to strike-"he's In trouble.
when he blew up the tunnel the walls
caved in on her. She's there, pinned
down, crushed maybe suffering Think
sof it,-buried alive"
If The giant faltered.
Il who do you mean-her?"
II Annassa relaxed Her head sank once
more against the protecting shoulder.
s. II don't know who she Is or what.
/ Just Dr. CranSon's woman. But she's
q human being; and she needs our
help.
r. Muttering something about not
wanting to help any one who belonged
to a creature like that, David turned
and began TO retrace his steps. After
O moment, IT have no light. How can
i've find them?"
Annassa murrnured that the doctor
had a light. Shed left him clawing
ut the earth, trying to dig the woman
out.
"You say it was Cranson who blew
up the tunnel? What was the idea?"
ITO cut of pursuit. You see, when
he knocked the candles of the mantel-
piece with the poker I was the nearest
/ to him, so hung on to his coat tails.
4 That's how I came to know about the
trap door In the clothes closet. You
know that clothes closet In the back
of the hall. Well, it seems there is
q fight of stairs, just like the regu-
lar fight leading to the cellar. They're
side by side with only thin board
partition between" Smuggling closer,
4"Cranson tried to shake me of. but
] hung on tight. We went through the
cellar and into the tunnel. He seemed
to think that I'd known about it all
along, that all the others knew about
1t, too. Maybe / said they did. don't
know. I was scared to let him think
! they wouldn't be able to find me-"
She was conscious that the arms around
her had frightened convIllsively. How
did you find me?"
The explanation was not given then,
because at that moment they rounded
turn and came upon scene OF hor-
ror, etched in Gargantuan masses OF
black and white against gray stone.
In the foreground q desperate little
figure tore at the solid wall which now
cut on the other entrance to the ttln-
mel. Closer, they spied an end Of black
cloth sticking out of the piled earth
hand, palm up, in what looked like
gesture of appeal. And to make that
inanimate hand seem all the more
ghastly, from its thumb and forefinger
trailed a glittering string of sapphires
the lure that had hastened the de-
bacle.
"Wait here" commanded David, as
he set AnnaSSa upon her feet. This
Is no business for a woman" He
stalked to the veterinary and caught
him by the shoulders. LET me-" was
all he said as he took the slab Of stale
with which the other had been digging.
Dr. Cranson looked UP, q pallid, I'M
seeing stare In his small black eyes.
She's in there" he mumbled. James
under these rocks Thirty years ago
I dug her out, but can't seem to do
It now Sensing that physical
Strength greater than his own had come
TO the trapped creatures aid, he moved
to one side and dropping on both
knees, raised clasped hands above his
head. "'Ye have taken away my gods
which have made. And what have
more? / have sinned and per-
verted that which is right and it
profted me not but Thou art
holy our fathers trusted Thee
and Thou didst deliver them"
The voice quavered and broke. Bring
this, Thy servant, out of the pit !.
raise her. even as Thou raiseth Lazarus
The sound of many feet approaching
through the tunnel cut short the
agonized prayers and supplications.
David turned. Sweat poured down
his face and down his naked. chest.
oiling the flesh until it looked like
polished bronze.
"Whoever this is" he said, I'm glad
they're coming. can't do it alone"
Annassa started. The light from
Cranson's lantern fell full on the
bronzed chest and she saw the spot
which Abby had mistaken for blood.
It was a birthmark-a sullen purple
smear as big as woman's palm and
shaped. II ones imagination were fam
tastic enough. like a long-necked bottle.
Erere, then, was the mute confirmation
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