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Show I tp&l wr (C-- sp&vt M" well out of honrlng, we take the yacht. We may not find a living soul aboard her; and we certainly cnn't leave one there. Hut we'll fltoam up and take our gold aboard all our gold. And then, well there's where you'll come In." "Hut what then, mnn? My God! what then? Ik) you suppose we can go steaming Into San KrancUco, or any other port In the world, with all that gold In our hull and another captain's cap-tain's log and papers? We might Just a. well hang ourselves from our own crow Jack yard." "I hope your wits will Improve when you get a deck under your feet," lies-coo lies-coo growled. "On land hen- you're nhout as much good ax a pelican In a foot rnco. No, your Railing order won't lie San Francisco, nor any other oth-er port that haH such a thing as a revenue officer nhout. Hut you ought to know the north count lino over there on far east as McKenalu hay. You must know some harbor there where we can lie up for tho winter and not be bothered." "Yen," said I'lanck, "I could take the yacht to such a place as that. There'H a very good harbor In behind llirshcl Inland. Hut what will we do when we get there?" "After that. It'll my affair," said have read tho thought that lay at the bottom of Koseoe's mind. The gold hunter was not much of a sailor, but he felt confident that on the broad stretches of the Yukon he could navigate navi-gate a raft alone. CHAPTER IV. The Throwing-Stick. "Oh, I suppose," said Jeanne, "there's no use worrying." Across the table frotn whore Rhe sat at breakfast In tho mug, warm, luxurious lux-urious little dining room on tho yacht, old Mr. Fanshaw methodically laid his coffee spoon In the saucer beside his cup, and looked up at her with his slow, deliberate smile. "My dear," ho said, "remember that Tom Is In tho party. I'nless they And everything that, by the utmost stretch of hope, they could find, he would Insist In-sist on keeping up tho search as long an the light lasted, and when the light failed, there would be no more light to come home by. Pnn't think of worrying; wor-rying; 1 don't. We'll hear nothing of them for hours." "It won't be as long as that," she predicted confidently. "My sky-man will probably bring mo news before then " Old Mr. Fanshaw halted his coffee him myself, coming' down out of d sky lux' night. 1 was out on deck, suh " Fanshaw looked quickly from the negro's face to the girls hs If he suspected sus-pected a hoax, but the terror In one face and tho uiystlllcutlou lu the other were obviously genuine. Then he rose and went over to the buffet, returning to the tuble with the oddly shaped, rudely whittled stick. "lo you mean to nay," he demanded, looking up at the girl with a puzzled frown "do ou mean to say that he, the man you dreamed about, made you a present of this stick?" She laughed. "If that seems n reasonable rea-sonable way of putting It, yes; at least It slipped out of his belt and I found It where he had been Hitting. Hut can you Imagine what he used It for?" "Oh. I know what It Is. hut that only makes the piulo all the deeper. It's an Ksklmo throwing stick. They use It to shoot darts with. It lies in the palm of tin1 hand, so, and the dart is put In that groove, though the butt of this one seems curiously misshapen; mis-shapen; I can't make It lit my hand. Hut I can't figure out how the thing got aboard the yacht; it wasn't here yesterday." "Of course not," she said; "my sky-nisn sky-nisn brought It." He ran his fingers through his bushy gray hair perplexedly. Then he laid the thing down and seated himself him-self at the table. "At any rate." h said, "we needn't let even a mystery Rpoll our breakfast. Come, my dear, you've eaten almost nothing That omelet deserves better treatment." obediently Rhe tiaik up her fork, but almost Immediately laid It down again, and he saw her eyes brighten with tears. "Of course, If there'd been any news, If there'd been anything to find, we'd have heard." Silently hi p eached across the table and patted the hand that lay there on tho white cloth. "Oh, 1 know I oughtn't to cry," sh said, "and 1 won't; It's your goodliest and kindness to mo as much as any i thing else. Kver since he went awa) you've been like a father to me, ane , Tom, dear old Tom, like a bi other I The moment Mr. Fanshaw and Jeanne emerged upon the deck they heard the sound of oars beneath them, and looking over the rail saw one of tho boats In which the shore party had set out, pulling up alongside the accommodation ladder. Three men were In It, two of the crew and Tom Falishuw. "What news, Tom?" his father called out anxiously enough to hi lie 1.1s former tranquil manner. "Have you found anything? I hope there's nothing wront " The younger man looked up. He saw his father, but not the girl. "Nothing wrong." he growled, "except this Infernal ankle of mine. I've sprained It again, and I did It Just when -" He broke the sentence off short there, his eye falling at that moment upon Jeanne She paled n little, for she had been quick to perceive that something he had been about to tell would not be told now, or must be told difleiently. Hut she waited until his father, together to-gether with the two sailors, had got the disabled man up onto the deck and safely Installed In an easy chair. Then gravely, but steadily. "Just us what, Tom? What clue had they found Just as you had to come away?" "It was very wonderful," he said; "quite Inexplicable. Just as we were about breaking camp (his morning we saw a man coming toward us across the Ice We thought at first that It was Hunter, anil we were mtghtly glad to see him, because he had strayed stray-ed off somewhere nnd hadn't camped with us. Hut we soon saw It wasn't he, wasn't a man anything like htm. i He was a queer, slouching, shullllug i creature, dressed In skins, and he i came up In a hesitating way. as If he , was afraid of us. He couldn't talk Kngllsh, nor understand It. apparent-i apparent-i ly. He looked to ine like a Portu-i Portu-i guese, and I tried him In Spanish good Filipino Spanish on the chance. ) I thought It staitled him a little, and i ho pricked up his ears at It, but he couldn't understand that either. He I Just kept beckoning and repenting two words " "What words, Tom? Out with It!" 111 M 111 y 1 1 Hit Eyes Were Glittering Maieolent ly. even let myself begin to hope yet, must I, not jet?" "I don't know," said Tom "The fellow fel-low seemed half craned ; seemed, almost, al-most, to have lost the power of speech from long disuse of It. Hut he meant to take us somewhere, that was clear enough from his gestures. If 1 could only have seen you before I began to blurt the thing out, I'd have spared you the suspense unt'l there was something some-thing to tell. I'm sofry, Jeanne." "Its queer," she said, at the nnd of a rather long silence "I'm sure there was no Portuguese (n father's exM'dl-tlon. exM'dl-tlon. Fxcept for two or three Swedes and Norwegians, they were all Americans. Amer-icans. I know the name of every man w ho sailed In his ship." "He might have taken so tilt! one on at St. Michaels," suggested the elder Fanshaw. "Yes." she said n little dublrt.lsly, "only he never thought much of southern south-ern F.uropt ans as sea fating men " There was another silence lifter that. She rose presently and began sweeping the shore line with a prismatic pris-matic binocular which was slung across across her shoulders The two men exchanged glatict s behind her, the elder, one of Inquiry, hlti son. a reluctant negative. No, It would clearly be Insane to build any hop on the Incident. At last she let the glass fall from her listless hand and turned to them, her face haggard with the torture of Impossible hope. "I wish my skyman sky-man would come" she said forlornly, "come whirling down out of the air, with news of them." "Your sky -mini?" said Tom Fanshaw quesllonlngly. Here was something to talk about at last, and the old gentleman seined (he chance It afforded. "Yes, we've another mystery," he said. "See what you can do toward solving II." With that for an Introduction, Introduc-tion, ho plunged Into a humorous account ac-count of Jeanne's report of her adventure ad-venture of the night before, of the man who hail dropped down from the sky, In the middle of the night, and talked to her aw hile, and then flown away again. "She was really out on the Ice floe," he said; "so much I concede; but when I assure her that she dreamed the rest, she la skeptical about my explanation." ex-planation." "Hut even you can't explain," ahe protested, "how I could dream about an Ksklmo throwing stick, and then bring It back to the yacht with me when I was wide awake, and show It to you at the breakfast (able (hie morning" J "I'll have to admit," said the old gentleman, "that my explanation doesn't adequately account for that." Tho expression of the younger man's face was perplexed rather thao Incredulous. "Hut, my boy," cried the elder man. "think of It! He comes down out of the sky nnd says he Just dropped In from Point Harrow; and that a COO miles away. That's Just as Impossible as It would be to materialize an Ksklmo Kskl-mo throwing stick out of a dream, Aery bit." , "No, hardly that," raid Tom Judicially. Judici-ally. "What was bin aeroplane like? Wlnt was It made of? Did you notice It particularly ?" . . "Yes," she said; "I helped him fold It up. Jt was made of bladders and kkrnLoo and catgut, he said." "And IiIb motor?" cried Tom. "What was his motor like?" "There was no motor at all," she said; "Just wings." "There you see, Tom," Interrupted his father, "absolute moonshine." Hut still the younger man shook a doubtful head. "No," he said, "the things' not Impossible not Inconceivable, Inconceiv-able, at least. The big birds enn fly that far. and think nothing of It" The old man snorted: "They're built that way Think of the Immense Htrength of their wing muscles." "Not so enormous," said the young r man. "I dissected the wing of an albatross once to Its not by main strength they keep afloat In the air; It's by catching the trick of It " "That's what he said." the girl cried eagerly. "Ho told mo he rnuld fly across the north pole, from Ihiwson (ity to Sf. Petersburg, and when I asked him If he could keep flying, flying fly-ing all the lime like flint, he snld the biggest birds didn't fly; they sailed, and ho said he sailed, too. And the forco of gravity was hi keel" Her story was making Its Impression Impres-sion on the younger man. at bast, even If h father was ss Impervlmi to It as he stiil seenjed "Well, If you dreatiied that," said Tom. 'it whs a mighty lnt lligent dream. I 11 say that for It " 'Hut It wasn't a dram at all." she r rl. 'l "Hiiln t I help him take the thltg apart and fold It up Info a bundle? bun-dle? And didn't he s.ir that he wa a tax payer, and that his name wae Philip t'nvN )?' T UK niN'TIM'Kli ' SYNOPSIS. Philip Cayli-y, airunrd of a crime ef hli-h lie Is not unlit v, ri-MKim fnuii th sriny In dlssrace and his urtVcttun for 'its friend. 1.1. ut. Perry Hunter, turns to (mtr.xl. 'a(-y seeks solitude, win-re lis ported llyinn machine. While moiirtiin Ovor the Antic region, he picks up a furiously shaped stick h- had seen In the ismiHHln's hand. Moulit ln attain, hu -ovei s a yai ht anchored In the bay. I-cemtlMK I-cemtlMK near llif stenmer, he meets a Sir) on an len II.. u lenrn thai tho Klrl's name Is J. -anno Fielding ami that lh yacht has ion,i north Id seek sluns .if h.-r father. Captain l-'leldlnK. nn an tic uplurcr A party from the yacht I" making ma-king search imlinre. After Cayh-y ilcpurts Jeanne limU that h Im.l dropped u curiously cu-riously -shaped stick. Captain lianck and thn Murvh lng crew of tils wrecked whaler are In hiding nn the coaat. A ijlant ruf-man ruf-man named flos. w, had murdered Fielding nd his two companions, iift.r the explorer ex-plorer had reveal,., tin. location of nn enormous eili:e of pure gold, llosooe then look command of tho partv. It develops that thn niftlm had committed the, niui-4cr niui-4cr witnessed hy Cuyley. CHAPTER III. Continued. For a long time Koscon walked steadily on, until the two had come far up the glacier. Finally, when he did stop, he whirled quite around and stood confronting Planck, squarely In the middle of n narrow path between two deep fissures In the Ice. Ills eyes were glittering malevolently. "I)o you know any reason," he asked in a thick voice, "why I don't pick you up nnd drop you down one f those cracks there, or why I don't serve you as I served that fellow yesterday?" yes-terday?" Planck thought he meant to do It, but, with tho fatalism that marks the men of his profession, he stood fast and eyed his big opponent. "You're strong enough to," be said. "And I'll do It If I want to; you know that," Kohcoo supplemented. "Yes. I know that." The big man nodded curtly. "Well, I'm not going to now, because be-cause I choose not to. Listen. If you had the chance, could you navigate thnt solid mnhogany, hand painted ship down there?" Planck cleared his throat, as If something were stifling him. "With a crew, yes," ho answered. "Could SehwarU run those nickel-plated nickel-plated engines he'll find In her, do you think?" "Yee." "Well, within two days I'll give you a chance to make good. Now, I'm going to tell you my plan, not. because be-cause you asked me, but because I want you to know. I'd run the whole thing alone If I could, but I want you with me. We're going to take that yacht and we're going off alone In her wo of the Whaler, alone, l)o you understand that?" "They're better armed than we." aid Planck reflectively; "better fed, better everything. And man for man, bar you, they're Just as good, and they're three to one of us. It will want some pretty good planning." "You needn't worry about that," answered an-swered Hoscoe. "I didn't expect you to niako the plans; I knew you couldn't. I've made them myself; they're working right now. Can you keep your tongue In your head and llaten?" Planck nodded. "That searching party didn't go back to the yacht last night. They're all camped together about 20 of them down In the Little pear valley. There aren't above half a dozen firearms fire-arms In the bunch; none of tho sailors sail-ors from the yacht have any, and they've got about two days' rations. They're all there together, except the one man we accounted for yesterday." "I see," said Planck; "and you think we can capture the yacht now while they're ashore." "Ikju't try to think, I tell you," Rob-coe Rob-coe growled. "I'm doing the thinking. There are probably ten able bodied men left on tho yacht. ITut's Dot good enough odds, consldi m.g the way they're armed. Hut about an hour ago I sent Miguel down to the shore party to bo their gut-Je. He Isn't going to say anything much to them, but what he says will be enough. I reckon. He's to pretend fce'a dotty and can't understand what they ay to him." Planck's eyes widened a little and he did not ask his next question very steadily Where Is he going to take them?" "Can't you guess that? lies going to lead them Into Fog lake, of course." Tho thought of It made Planck's teeth chatter. Fog lske was. perhaps, the most curious natural phenomenon upon that strange arctic land a little i tip shared valley, from which the fog never lifted had never lifted once In all the four years they had lived there. On days when the rest of th land was rb'.ir, the fog hung thre, half war t.p the side of the hills, so that from the ridges surrounding it it real ly lin ked 1 ko a strar.se yaj ory s a "hey hid etpl irod the edges of it. fesrsoniiiv. st titm s, but had never pr.etrat. d f.ir eno-:gh to learn the rrt f I s n y-'.ry, if It had oi.e "An! t'c.,-'- pi.itick afked "V.'l.y. t!i v ll send out a relief nr?r from tie .!, f. of co-it e. The yacht's p,oj !- k i.ow w h.it ration the search Ir.g a,-!y .K-k wi'h them, nnd wh- n tiny !n't come la k In two days, they'll prebably st out from the yacht. wl;h pvery able bodied n.an en board, rr.d try to fsr.d the first rr,r ij brirg It In. As soon aa they are f !TSl ' I "1. "I Can't Make It Fit My Hand." Roaroe. "We'll winter on the yacht. Then when the weather begins to loosen up a bit, but before the spring thaws, we'll land our gold and our lores; cache all the gold, except what we can carry over the trail, say, nhout .ri00 pounds of It, and we'll leave he J'fl.iit's seacocks open, so that '. hen tho Ice goes out, she'll scuttle erself. We shall probably find ,ledge, r.nd perhaps a pony or two, on the yacht. If we do. It will be easy. It's only a short hike to one of the tributaries of the Porcupine river. Once we reach the Porcupine, It will be easy, for 11 flows Into the Yukon, and that's as good as a railway rail-way line. Weil make a raft and float all the way down to Saint Michaels with no trouble at all. The gold we have with us will bo enough to take us down to Vancouver, and there we can charter a ship. You take command of her, and we g north through the straits again that very summer next summer that will be, of course. We go back to the harbor where we left the yacht. You ran figure out the rest for yourself, 1 guess" "Yes." said Planck. "It's all very well -only won't there be a good many to trust that sort of secret to?" Roscoe looked at him with a savage sort of grin "Come, you're Improving. Put that hike news the mountains to be nil or tributaries of the porcupine i a hsri trail. There aren't likely to 1... pnny of us left by the tlm we ? t t-!i.!'e l fr .l'irc down open water. U'tr-n tf c t to the Yukon It won't ! s irnlfl' K if t' ero Un t anybody left st sll. ti l V"t and im- " inek cacg'.t I ts n eaping pi!cfc!y cno iric'ied. a du!r man could hive read it In Itoscoe's savses lieht ht-te eyes, and 'he 'bought made las teeth chatter He would have felt a dead, er terror, perfcar. could be cup half way to his Hps, "Your what?" he questioned. "Oh, I understand." under-stand." And then he laughed. Hut his face grew suddenly serious, and he looked Intently, curiously. Into hers. "My child!" he cried; "It can't be that you sre taking that dream of yours seriously. If I thought that, I would have to believe that this queer arctic climate was doing strange things with those nimble wits of yours. A man alighting on thn Icefloe, Ice-floe, out of mid air, and telling you that he had Just dropped In from Point Harrow; It's like the flight from the moon of Cyrano de Hergerac." She pressed her finger tips thoughtfully thought-fully against her eyelids. "I know," she said. "It's perfectly Incredible, l'n-cle l'n-cle Jerry, but It's perfectly true for all that." "Nonsense! Nonsense'" he said explosively. "Don't rlrry a Joke too far. my dear" "It's anything but a Joke." she said slowly, "and If It was a dream If the sky mm. was nothing but a vision, he certainly left me a material souvenir souve-nir of his vMi " Then, with a nod tiv ward the buffet, she stroke to Mr. Fanshaw's big negro valet who was serving their breakfast : "Hand Mr Fanshaw that queer looking sth k. Sam. ti e one or, th.. bi:!7-t Why why. what's the matter?" lor she bed lifted I er eyes to the man's fa'e ss he f rl-hid speaking It was wc"len w,t!i fright, and the wl.it. s showed till around the pupil of his even j "No. Mis Jeanne," );(. said. "Sense , mo. I wouldn't touch Ut Mick, tot for !1 de gr.r and Ji we! In de world; not even to f.bllge fcjm " "Whst s tl at?" Fam-r.a exclaimed, j whlrllr.g tton him. "What do you mean? What the devil are you talking talk-ing about?" "I seen Mm, Mr. Fanshaw; I aeeo J r And then building this ship and coming com-ing up here yourself, facing Ihe dun gers yourself and letting Tom face them, ail for sin h an Impossible hope less hopo ss that lnesage the sea brought to us " Her Voii e faltend (lure Mid she b nt down abruptly uinl Ms, d the hand that as Mill isrensme her own "My hild." he Bald, "your father and I were like hro'her i.'.-ii-r to each rdhi r than tio-s' t.rothir I In went .). know ii g that if his venture ven-ture fallt l, it It e-oli d fa'a!!)' lor hiiu a It t rohahh d.d. I should teg.vd '"" as my daut;!.tr- m i ii-l as much a t hil l of luis.v as To n l.e If yon Uidti't le n In ti e hs nt sll, we d j have built this th.p and com up lire j to find Tom Folding jut the same i There, don't cry. Put on that 1 Ig fur i coat of yours and come out with me oo deck." j This from tho old gentleman, who I had controlled his patience with dlf ' ; Acuity during the little silence Hut i the ounger man hesitated and looked Into the girl's face, mutely, half que tlonlngly. before ho spoke. "Th" words." he said, ' seemed to bo 1 your father's name --'Captain Field Ing .' It sounded like that " She went (julto white. nd reeled a li'tie 'I hen t hitched at th" shrouds for support. The oil gentleman was nt her shie In an Instant, his strong, si. ad Ing tnn a ro her shoulders. Tom himself l.a'f eoso from his chair, only to d'op back Into It again with a grimace of pain and a little dew of perspiration on his fort-head He looked rather white himself under the tan "I siirrBe" 'he girl said almost TOlcelessly, "I suppose I mustn't dare |