The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1939-11-30

talking.
He was just Strengthening up
when he heard a voice speaking
drawingly close to him.
"You womsn-stealer!" said the
voice. Barry pivoted to face Tom
Haveril. I'm going to kill you
this time, Shutdown Haveril, just
IS sure as you're a foot high"
Barry did not for a second eX-
pect anything but sudden death.
He had given Lucy his gun.
Kill and be damned to you"
he said, and sounded merely dis
gusted.
$50 you're going to face it like
: little man, taking it standing
up, are your" jeered Tom Haveril.
you can't run away and you
can't grab a gun, so like any cor
nered coyote you'll look it in the
face, will your"
Barry wasn't listening. The
greatest rage of Barry's entire
life famed up within him then.
Yet somehow he must warn Lucy.
whats that?" he demanded.
What did you say?"
Tom Haveril laughed at him,
thinking him gripped by terror.
"You yellow dog" he said,
you're scared; that's what's the
matter with you"
$50 you're going to murder me,
are you? No killing for you IN
fair fight"
Shut up! Where's Lucy?"
"She isn't here" said Barry.
Tom Haveril Knocked him.
well, as my wife she won't last
long, but as Colonel Hamilton's
heiress, that's different"
Just then Barry heard a quiet
football and Lucy's voice at the
same instant.
Toni" cried Lucy. Don't! /
I'll kill you, so help me God"
Tom Haveril whirled. Barry
made his dive for his carbine. A
shot rang out-another shot. Tom
Haveril reeled backward. AS the
weapon slipped out of his hands
he sagged at the knees staring
horribly at Lucy. He tried to
speak but he crashed to the floor.
Lucy came running in, Barry'S
red gun smoking in her hand.
II have killed him! Oh, God
forgive mel have killed him."
You have saved me from be-
ing murdered" said Barry. He
caught Tom Haveril by the shout
ders and turned him over.
"He isn't deed" he sid. MAY
be we can pull him trough"
We've got to! Oh, if you love
me-"
The next instant she was Sob
bling wildly in Barry's arms.
"He-he's dead!" she gasped.
She covered down where she
stood, her face in her hands.
Barry did not lift his eyes to
her; they remained brooding upon
the gun. He kept turning the
cylinder slowly.
It was a six-shooter. He coun-
ted the shells.
"Lucy!" he shouted. Lucy!
You didn't kill him! You could
Mt. There's not an empty shell in
the gun! You didn't shoot at ALI"
"Barry!" Then her face, for a
joyous instant so bright, clouded
instantly. "You are not telling me
the truth, Barry. You want to
save me and so you have put in
a fresh cartridge"
Il am sure! Wait" He dashed
outside and began calling at the
top of his voice, molly! Molly,
where are your"
From out of the dark almost at
his side Molly stepped silently up
to him.
II know" she said quietly. "Me,
I run, Barry, an I come back, an
I listen. I see that man he is JUS
like Jesse Conroy. 1 see him with
gun, an he is going kill you. But
I kill him for other things, Bar
ry. Long time, he kill Robert,
like you tell me. So 1 kill this
man, that in the bad light is like
Jesse and has same voice"
Suddenly, with no hand lifted
to stay her, the half-Indian girl
melted away into the night.
81 am so glad, so grateful to
God!" cried Lucy. "And so
ashamed to be glad at time like
this!"
God wants you to be glad,
dear he said very gently. "He
made it happen like this"
Everyone will always think"
He interrupted, wishing to
shunt her thoughts aside, also
seeking information. what was
it Molly wanted with you?" he
asked.