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Show c eariiiJirrAcios-,ciuiw.iissEH J ' ' Hi,'" ti'wwrw copywiOMf iio by 7nr crtTtiov co Ilk ifl HI Eyes Did Not Turn to Hers, But Remained Fixed. Threw It Far Out Into the Water. ed him to. Don't you tce Isn't It clear?" "It quite clear that the brains of this expedition are In that pretty nead of yours," he said. "Yea, I think you're right." Then, after a pause, he added, with an enigmatical look at her: "Don't be too hard on loin, my dear, because you nee the circumstance are Lard enough on him already." She made a little gesture of Impatience. Im-patience. "They're not half aa bard on him an they are on Mr. Cayley." "Oh, 1 don't know," the old gentleman gentle-man answered. "Take It by and large, I should say that Cayley was playing In luck." CHAPTER VI. Tom's Confession. At Intervals during the day those enigmatical words of Mr. I'annhaw's recurred to the girl with the reflection that they wanted serious thinking over, at the first convenient opportunity. oppor-tunity. Hut the day wore away and the opportunity did not appear. The cuptaln of the yacht his name was Warner was on shore In command com-mand of the searching party, but the first ottlcer. Mr. Scales, remained on board. He was In possession of all the data, though they had not told him the story of Philip Cayley's old relation rela-tion with the murdred man. "It stands to reanon," be said, "that the only parly of white men that could be here would bo the survivors of the Fielding expedition. We know from the news that ytung Mr. Fanshaw brought aboard that there is one such survivor bore. If there were any considerable number of them left, able-bodied enough to walk across tho glacier, we could be sure they'd be here on the shore waiting for us. We could bo certain they would have made some attempt to signal us as soon as they sighted us, "If they weren't white men but Indians In-dians C'hucotes they'd have been quite as glad as white men to get a chance to go back with us as far as St Michaels. And In the third place, If they were not Chucotes, but some strange, unknown, murderous band of aborigines, there wouldn't have been even one survivor of the Fielding ev pedltlon. "Of course that's not an absolute water-tight line of reasoning, but It seems to me there is a tremendous probability that It's right, and that this flying man has lost his wile." Ity four o'clock they had decided that, whether or not the sky man's story might be true, It was high time to send a relief party ashore to find i the lost ones. ; At five o'clock accordingly, the re- lief expedition went ashore, and Tom Fanshaw and the girl were left alone on the yacht. Two hours later, perhaps, after they ; had eaten the supper which Jeanne had concocted In the galley, they sat, side by side. In their comfortable deck ( chairs, gazing out across the Ice floe. The evening was unusually mild, the i thermometer showing only a degree or two below freezing, and here In the ' lee of the deckhouse they hardly ) needed their furs. They had sat there In silence a long i while. Tom's promise that they would j keep a brisk lookout against a pos- t sible attack on the yacht, had passed utterly from both their minds. It was sc still so dead still; the world t about them waa so utterly empty as to make any thought of such an at- J tack seem preposterous. j Finally the gtrl seemed to rouse her- -self from the train of thought that I had preoccupied her mind, straighten- i ed up a little and turned for a look Into her companion's face. Hut this t little movement of her body failed to rouse him. His eyes did not turn to meet hers, but remained fixed on the t far horizon. . A moment later she stretched out a , band and explored for his beneath the great white bear skin that covered him, found It and Interlocked her fin- j gers with bis. At that, be pulled him- ( self up. wltb a sun, and abruptly , withdrew hla own from the contact. . She colored a little, and her brows knitted In perplexity. "What an old , bear you are, Tom," she said. "What ( the matter today? It's not a bit like , you to sutk just because we disagree about something. We disagree all the time, but you've never been like this to me before." 1 "1 always told you ! was a sullen J brute when things went wrong with me, although you never would believe. 1 It," he said. "I'm sorry." 1 don't want you to be sorry," she 1 told him; "I Just want you to be a few ' shades more cheerful." He seemed not to b able to give ' her what she wished, however, for he ( lapsed again Into his moody abstrac- 1 tlon. Hut after a few minutes more ' of silence, he turned upon ber with a " question that astonished her. "What did you do that for. Just now? At first she waa In doubt as to what ' act of hers, be referred to. "Do you mean my hand?" aha asked, after look- 1 Ing at him In pustled curiosity for a 1 moment. f lie nodded. I "Why because I waa feeling a lit-Ue lit-Ue 1 on f some, I suppose, and sort cf 1 tender hearted, and we'd been about half quarreling all day, arid I didn't feel quarrelsome bny more, and 1 thought my big brother's hand would feel well grateful and comforting, you know." She was curious as to why he wanted want-ed the explanation, but she give It to him unhesitatingly, without the faintest faint-est touch of coquetry or iMiibarraaa-ment. iMiibarraaa-ment. "I can't remember back to the time," she continued, "when I didn't do things like that to you, Just as you did to me, and neither of us "ever wanted an explanation before. Are you trying to make up your mind to dlr.own me, or something?" He leaned back moodily Into his chair without answering her. After a little perplexed silence, she spoke again. "I didn't know things were going wrong with you. I didn't even suspect It until this morning, when I'nele Jerry said" "What!" Tom Interrupted "What does the governor know about It? What did he say?" "Why, nothing, but that you were playing In rather hard luck, be thought, and that I was to be nice to you. Is the world going badly really real-ly badly really badly?'' "Yes." That curt monosyllable was evidently all the answer li meant to make. At that she gave up all attempt at-tempt to console him, dropped back In her chair and cuddled a little deeper deep-er down under her bear skin, ber face, three-quarters away from him, turned toward that part of the elcy that was already becoming glorious with the tints of sunset. "You've never had any doubt at all, have you, that I really deserved the Job of being your big brother; that I was that quite as genuinely as If I had been born that way?" "No," she said; "of course not, Tom, dear. What put such an Idea Into your head?" He paled a little, and It was a minute min-ute or two before he could command the words he wanted, to his Hps. "He-cause "He-cause of my hopes, I suppose," be said unsteadily; "because I had hoped, absurdly enough, for the other answer. an-swer. You asked as a Joke a while back If I meant to disown you. Well, I do, from that relationship hecause, I'm not fit for the Job; because because be-cause I've come to love you In the other way." She looked at him In perfectly blank astonishment. He would not meet her eyes, bis own, their pupils almost parallel, gazed out, unseeing, beyond her. Slowly her color mounted until she fIt her whole face burning. "I didn't know," she said. "You shouldn't have let me go on thinking" "I didn't know myself until today," lie Interrupted her stormily; "I didn't 1 know 1 knew, that Is. Hut when ! saw ! you put your bands on that villain I'ayley, I wanted to kill him, and In 1 hat same flash I knew why I wanted lo." Turning suddenly to look at her, he ' law that she had burled her face In ' aer bands and was crying forlornly. ' 'Oh, I am a brute," he concluded, "to , lave told you about It In this way." "What does the way matter? That's i jot what makes It hard. It's loving rou so much, the way I do, and having 1 o hurt you. It's having to lose my )rother the only brother I ever had." ' There was a long, miserable silence ifter that. Finally he said: "Jeanne, ' f you do love me as much as that he way you do, not the way 1 love rou, but love me any way could you could you marry me Just the same? d never have any thought In the 1 vorld but of making you happy. And 1 'd always be there; you could count m me, yon know." "Don't!" she Interrupted curtly. Don't talk like that, Tom." She shlv-'red, shlv-'red, and drew away from him with t little) movement somewhere near 1 ikln to disgust He winced at It, and reddened. Pben, In a voice that sounded curious-y curious-y thick to ber, curiously unlike his wn, he asked a Question: "If I bad old you all this a month ago told rou how I felt toward you, and asked rou, loving me the way you do, to narry me Just tha same, would you? )h, I suppose you would have reused. re-used. Hut would you have shuddered tnd shrunk away from me like that?" ! "Did I shudder and shrink away?" ( ibe asked. "I didn't know It. I . wasn't angry; I'm not now. Hut , )ut that waa a terrible thing you , isked of me." "Would It have struck you as hor-Ible." hor-Ible." he persisted. "If I had asked It k month ago?" . j "Perhaps not," she answered houghtiully. "I've changed a good leal In the last month since we , i ailed away from San Francisco and eft the world behind us our world and ram out Into this great white mpty one. I don't know why that is." , "I know." He waa speaking with a tort of brutal Intensity that startled ier. "I know. It's not la the last i nonth you've changed; It's within the ( ast 14 hours; It's sine you saw and i ell In love with that msrderous lying nit of a Cayley." , "I don't know," she said very quiet- I I, "whether you're trying to kill the ' love I have for you the old lovo or not, Tom, but unless you're very careful, care-ful, you'll succeed In doing It. I don't think I want to talk to you any nioro now, not even sit here beside you. I'm going to take a little walk." He held himself rigidly until till she had disappeared round the end of the deckhouse. Then he bent over and burled his face in his hands! What the thing was that roused him to his present surroundings he never knew. Ho was conscious of no sound, but suddenly he fat erect and stared about him In amazement. It had grown quite dark. It must be two or three hours since Jeanne had left the chair beside him and announced that she was going to take a little walk. He spoke her name, not loudly at first, for he thought she must be dose by. Hut the Infinite silent spaces seemed to absorb the sound of his voice. There was no sign that any sentient thing, except his very self, had heard the words be uttered. Then ho called louder. The steps were rather difficult to negotiate, but by using both hands to supplement his one good foot, he succeeded In creeping down them, and then In making his way along the corridor cor-ridor to the girl's door. He knocked faintly at first; then louder, and finally cried out her name again, this time In genuine alarm. He tried the door, found that It was not locked, and opening it and switching on a light, perceived that the stateroom state-room was empty. He heard footsteps crossing the fleck overhead. No, that could not be Jeanne; It was a heavy tread, a curious, curi-ous, shuffling tread. He closed the door behind him. Then he limped slowly down the corridor cor-ridor toward the foot of the companion compan-ion way. The heavy tread was already descending the stairs. He turned the corner, stopped short tnd gasped. And that was all. There was no time even for a cry. He had caught one glimpse of a monstrous figure dad In skins, huge In bulk, hairy faced like a gorilla. And then, the man or beast bad, with beastlike quickness, lifted his inn and struck. And Tom Fanshaw flropped down at his feet, senseless. CHAPTER VII. The Rosewood Box. On the girl, Tom Fanshaw passton-ite, passton-ite, stormy avowal had tba effect of i sort of moral earthquake. It left Ihe ground beneath her feet suddenly unstable and treacherous; It threatened threaten-ed to bring down about her ears the srhole structure of her life. The very Lhlng she had relied upon for shelter ind security against outside troubles ind dangers, . was, on the Instant, Fraught with a greater danger than my of them. For the first few moments after his tvowal she had felt no. emotion other ihan that of astonishment and Incredulity. In-credulity. Kven when he asked ber f she could not marry him, anyway, :hough the question revolted ber, she iold the truth In saying that she was not angry. The anger came later, but It burned Into a flame that was all the hotter 'or Its tardiness In kindling. It must bave an outlet somewhere, and as luch, the promenade up and down tbe ther side of the deck was altogether insufficient Tbe sight of a small boat at the Foot of the accommodation ladder teemed to offer something better. So, pulling on a pair of fur gauntlets, she lropped'lnto It, cast off the painter, hipped the pair of light oars it contained, con-tained, and rowed aaay without any thought of her destination of any lestinatkui whatever; without, even, i Tery clear Idea of what she waa doing. do-ing. She must do something; that at ail she knew. Certainly she pulled away from the yacht's side with no j Idea that she was running Into any possible danger. ,j It was half a mile, perhaps, from! the yacht to the particular bit ofk shelving beac h toward which she unll consciously propelled the boat. Shu? rowed steadily, without o much ad a gictnoe, over her shoulder, until sh felt the grate of the shingle beneatlJ the bow. J She became aware, not only thar she had unconsciously conic ashore, but also that the yacht was nowhere to be seen. A bank of fog had come rolling In from the eastward, so heavy as to render an object 100 paces away totally Invisible. The clump of empty buildings here on the beach could hardly be half that distance, dis-tance, as she remembered, yet looking round from her seat In the row boat she could make out no more than their blurred masses against the whlta Ice and sand which surrounded them. She scrambled out of the boat and pulled it high up on the beach. The fog made the air seem cold, though for the arctic It was a mild night Two of the abandoned buildings on the beach behind her were mere sheds, window-less, absolutely bare, never having served, evidently, any other purpoHe than that of storage. Hut the third, and largest, as uho remembered re-membered It, offered a shelter that was becoming attractive. There were some rude bunks In It where she could rest comfortably enough; and, unless she was m!ntaken. Scales had left In the hut a half burned candle which they had used In exploring Its dark Interior. She had a box of wax vestas In her pocket, she could go In there and make herself at home, and at the same time keep an alert ear for a hail from the yacht. She found the candle In the place whero she remembered Scales had laid It clown, struck a light and wedged the candle Into a knot hole She turned toward one of the bunks with the Idea of stretching out there, and by relaxing ber muscles, persuade, perhaps, her overstrung nerves to relax, re-lax, too. She had taken a step toward It, Indeed, In-deed, before she saw, through the murk and candle smoke, the thing that lay right before her eyes a rather large, brass bound rosew ood box or chest. It had not been here In the afternoon when they had entered the place, for they had searched Its bare Interior thoroughly In the hope that there might be something which previous previ-ous investigators had overlooked. This box, six Inches high and a foot long, or more, could not have been here then. It waa standing now In the most conspicuous place In tbe room In the very middle of the bunk. TO BE CONTINt'ED Need for Two Collar. Having bought a dog that he admired ad-mired a Washington Heights man undertook un-dertook to buy a dog collar. The dog bad a neck nearly as big as his head and the dealer advised the man to buy two collar. "What forr said the man. "He's got only one neck, so I ruess ha caa get along with only on collar, cao't ber "Maybe so," said the dealer, so tha man went away leading the dog by his new collar and chain. In less than a week b brought the dog back. "I'm afraid I can't keep him." ha aid. "He Is too obstreperous. I cant keep him tied up. His neck Is the biggest part of him and he Is aa strong as an ox. therefore It Is a slnea for him to slip his collar off." "That Is why I wanted you to take two collars." said the dealer. "Put both on and fasten tb chain to the back collar and be caa tug away all night without getting Ions. Me nay commit suicide, but ha won't get looae" SYNOPSIS. I'hil p Cayley, ncciweil of a rrlmci nt wht.-l ho Ih not guilty, rvHinn front th mi v In liKrnre nml Mm ffetlin for hi fiii-ml. I.l.-ut. Perry Hunier. liirim hull"! i nyli.y nn-kit mdllmli', wherft ti K'rfi I it tiylnic liiin hliii.. Willie oiirlii vr ilf A relic region. h il kn up a rtirlminly si;ii.. Ml. k h luiil -fti In !i anKiixmn'H hxiiit, Muuntlntc imtln. hu li-i'iivit li-i'iivit it yacht urn Imrril In the bay. "-.'inlliin "-.'inlliin m-iir tu sti-itiiier. h nn-t a Itlrl mi on lc rim", lie l.-urrm that th cirl'a name I Jcnnn I h-hlliiK ami thai lha yncht li.m coiim north to rrk iIkiis "f her fitthrr. Caplaln l I.IIIhk. an nrcllo eiplorer. A purly from thn yacht I m-kliiic m-kliiic a-arrh ahor. After Cnylcy departs Jraiuin htiiU that he had dropped a ru-rtouly-ah,ip d stick. I'Mplmln rianck ami 'ha iirvlvluj( crew of hla wrrcki1 whnlor are In lit. III. on the coaat. A Riant ruf- I mart nami d lUiaruc, had murdered t 'telillng 1 fnil h'a two cotiipanlona, BftT tha - 1 plorer had rev-nl-,1 ilia location ef an ciMirmoua ledxe of purn old, llnmim then 'ook command ef lha purly. It develop t; that Ihe riifditn had committed the riuir- y ''er wltneaeed by Cayley.. Hmetm plana ,J- capture the yacht and em-ape with 'lit load of itnld. Ji-miiie tell Kanahaw, owner of the yacht, about the visit nf tha akv rnau and ahows him the slick left bv t'livley. h'anahaw declares that It In an Khklino thrnwlnar-atlck, uaed to shoot darts Tom taimliaw returns from tha caich.ln party with a sprained ankle. I'erry Hunter la found murdered and 'svlejr Is accused of the crime but Jcaiino believes him Innocent. CHAPTER V. Continued. "I might have saved him," he murmured mur-mured brokenly, "if I had not hung aloft there too long, Just out of curiosity; curi-osity; If they bad been men to me instead of puppets. Hut when 1 guessed what their Intent was, guessed that It was something sinister. It was done before I could Interfere. I saw him going backwards over the brink of a fissure la the Ice, tugging at a dart that was In his throat. And when tbey bud gone his murder-era' murder-era' 1 "They?" she cried. "Was there more than one?" "Yes." he said, "there was a party. There must have been ten or twelve at least. When tbey had gone I flew down and pic ked up that stick, which one of them had dropped And to think I might bave saved hlni!" Her hand still rested on his arm. "I'm glad you told me," she said. She felt the arm stiffen suddenly at tbe sound of Tom Fanshaw's voice. "Jeanne, take your hand away! Can you touch a man like that? Can you believe the lie " but there, with a peremptory gesture, his father silenced si-lenced him. Hut even he exclaimed at tbe girl next action, for she stooped, picked up tbe bloodstained dart which lay at Philip Cayley' feet and banded It to him. "Throw it away, please" she said, "overboard, and aa far a you can." ' Kven before tha other men ciied out at hit doing the thing she had asked him to, ha hesitated and looked at her In some surprise. "Do It, please." she commanded; "I aak it seriously." Tom Fanshaw started out of bis rbalr; then, aa an Intolerable twinge from bis ankle stopped blm, be dropped back again. His father moved quickly forward, too, but checked himself, him-self, tbe surprise In hla face giving way to curiosity. At a general thing, Jeanne Fielding knew what she waa about Philip Cayley took the dart and threw it far out Into tbe water. There waa one more surprise In store for the two Fanshswa. When Cayley, without a glance toward either eith-er of them, walked out on the upper landing of tha accommodation ladder, the girl accompanied blm. and. side by side with blm, descended tbe little ataJrway, at whose foot the dinghy waited. "Ton are still determined on that revolution of yours, are you, to abandon aban-don us all for the second time all umanklnd, I mean? This later accvr satlon against you was so easily disproved," dis-proved," "Dlnproved?" he questioned. "That beautiful faith of yours can't be called proof." "I meant JiiRt what I said dis-I-nnctl. They shall admit It when I go back on deck. Won't you won't you give us a chance to disbelieve the old utory, too?" "I can never explain that now," he said; "can never lay that phantom, never In the world." "I am sorry," she said holding out her hand to him. "I wish you'd give us a chance. Goodby." This time he took the hand, bowed over It and pressed It lightly to hi i lips. Then, without any other farewell fare-well than that, he dropped down Into dinghy and was rowed back to the floeback to his wings. When una returned to the deck she found that Mr. Fanshaw had gone around to .the other side of It to sea the sky man take to the air. Hut Tom sat. rigid, where he was. For tho first time that she could re-, member, he was regarding her with open anger. "I knew," ha said, "that you never liked Hunter, though I never could ee why you should dislike him; and It didn't take two minute to ea that this man Cayley, with his wing and his romance, had fascinated you. Hut In spite of that, I thought you had a better sense of Justice than you showed Just now." She flushed a little. "My sense of Justice seems to be better than your this morning, Tom," she answered quietly. Then she umdung her binoculars bin-oculars again and, turning her back upon him, gazed out shoreward. "1 am getting worried about onr shore party," she remarked, aa If by way of discontinuing the quarrel, 'if there are ten or twelve men living there, In hiding from us. willing to do unprovoked murder, when they can with Impunity" "So you believed that part of the story, too, did you?" Tom Interrupted. She did not answer his question at all, but turned her attention shore-ward shore-ward again. A moment later she closed her binoculars bin-oculars with a snap, and walked around to the other side of the deck, where Mr. Fanshaw, leaning his elbow el-bow on the rail, waa looking out acres the ice floe. "Well." be asked briskly, as she came up and laid an affectionate arm across hi shoulder, "I suppose you'v been telling Tom why you did It why you made Cayley throw that dart away. I m.an; but youll have to tell me, too. I can't figure It out You had something In mind. I'm sure." "I haven't been telling Tom," she said. "He doesn't seem In a very reasonable mood this morning. Hut I did have something In mind. I waa proving that Mr. Cayley couldn't po-slbly po-slbly be the man who had committed the murder." "I suspected It wa that," ha said. "It's the stick that proves it really." she said. "You remember how pui-tied pui-tied you were because the end of it which you held It by wouldn't fit your hand? I discovered why that waa when you sent me In to get It a short while ago. It'a a left handed (tick. It flta tbe palm of your left hand perfectly. per-fectly. You'll find that that la so when you try It And Mr. Cayley la risbt handed." The old man nodded rather dubiously. dubi-ously. "Cayley may be ambidextrous, for anything you know," be objected. Sh had bar rejoinder ready: "Hut this stick. Unci Jerry, dear, was made for a man who couldn't throw with hla right band, and Mr. Cayley caa. II did It perfectly easily, and without uspctlng at all why I wast- |