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The Strength of the Pines
CHAPTER XXVI
—ll—
twilight at Trull’s End Is never
long in duration, due to the Rimple fact
that the mountains cut off the Hood of
light from the west after the setting
of the sun. but tonight there seemed
none at all. The reason was merely
that heavy hunks of clouds swept up
from the southeast just after sunset.
• They came with rather startling rap
idity and almost Immediately complete
ly filled the sky. Young 15111 had many
things ou Ills mind ns he rode beneath
them, yet he found time to gaze at
them with some curiosity. They were
of singular greenish hue, and they
£ung mi low that the tops of nearby
mountains were obscured.
The fact tlmt there would be no
moon tonight was no longer important.
The clouds would have cut off any tell
tale light that might Illumine the ac
tivities of the Turners. There would
not he even the dim mist of starlight.
Young BUI rode from house to house
through the estute —the homes occu
pied by Simon’s brothers und cousins
and their respective families. He
knocked on each door and he only
gave one little message. “Simon wants
yon at the house,” he said, “and come
heeled."
He would turn to go, hut always n
singular quiet and breathlessness re
mained in the homes nfter his de
parture. There would be a curious
exchange of glances und certain signif
icant sounds. One of them was .the
metallic click of cartridges being
•lipped Into the magazine of a rifle.
Another was the buckling on of spurs,
and perhaps the rattle of a pistol in
Its holster. Before the night fell In
reality, the clan came riding—strange,
tall figures In the half-durkness —
straight for Simon’s house.
His horse was saddled, too, and he
met them In front of his door. And In
a very few words he made all things
plain to them.
“We’ve found Dave,” he told them
simply. "Most of you already know It.
We’ve decided there isn’t any use of
waiting any more. We’re going to the
Folger house tonight."
The meu stood silent, breathing
bard. Simon spoke very quietly, yet
bla voice carried far. in tliclr growing
excitement they did not observe the
reason, that u puzzling, deep calm had
come over the whole wilderness world.
Even In the quietest night there Is us
uaily a faint background of winds In
the mountain breaths
bat whisper in the thickets and rustle
the dead leaves —but tonight the heavy
air had no breath of life.
“Tonight Bruce Folger is going to
pay the price. Just as I said.” He
spoke nither hoastingly; perhaps more
to impress his followers thun from Im
pulse. Indeed, the passion that he
felt left no room for his usual ar
rogance. “Fire on sight. Bill and I
will come from the renr, and we will
be ready t<f push through the back door
the minute you break through the
front. Tlie rest of you surround the
bouse on three sides. And remember—
oo man is to touch Linda.”
They nodded grimly; then the file
of horsemen started toward the ridge.
Far distant they heard a sound such
as had reached them often In summer,
but was unfamiliar In fall. It was
the fulnt rumble of distant thunder.
• i* • • • • •
Bruce und Linda sat in the front
room of the Folger house, quiet and
watchful und unufruid. It was not
that they did not realize their danger.
They had simply taken ull possible
measures of defense; and they were
waiting for what the night would
bring forth.
“I know they’ll come tonight,” Linda
had said. "Tomorrow night there will
he a moon, and though It won’t give
much light, It will hurt their chances
of success. Besides —they’ve found
that their other plot—to kill you froiri
ambush —Isn’t going to work."
Bruce nodded and got up to examine
the shutters. He wanted no roy of
hght to steal out into the growing
darkness and make a target. It was
a significant fuct that the rifle did not
occupy its usuul place behind the desk.
Bruce kept it in Ids hands as he made
the Inspection. Llndu had her empty
pistol, knowing that it might—ln the
tnayhap of circumstance —be of aid In
frightening an assailant. Old Eiuilrn
eat beside the Ore, her stiff Angers busy
at a piece of sewing.
“You know —" Bruce said to her.
■“that we ure expecting an attack to
night ?”
The woman nodded, but didn't miss
a stitch. No gleam of interest came
Into her eyes. Bruce’s gaze fell to
her work basket, and something glit
tered from its depth. Evidently Elmira
bad regained tier knife.
He went back to his chair beside
f.inda, and the two sat listening. They
had never known a more quiet night,
listened In vain for the little
night sounds that usually come steal
ing. so hushed und tremulous, from the
forest. And they both started, ever so
■lightly, when they heard a distant
rumble of thunder.
"It’s going to storm," Linda told
him.
“Yes. A thunderstorm —rather un
usual in the full, isn’t It?”
“Almost unknown. It’s growing cold,
too."
They waited a breathless minute,
then the thunder spoke again. It was
Immeasurably nenrer. It was as If Jt
bad leaped toward them, through the
darkness, with incredible speed In the
minute that Intervened. The last echo
of the sound was not dead when they
beard it n third time.
The '•'•tv aweot toward them and
By
EDISON MARSHALL
Author of
“The Voice of the Pack”
Copyright by Littio, Brown, and Co.
Increased In fury. On n distant hill
side the strange Hie that was the Turn
ers halted, then gathered around Si
mon. Already the lightning made vivid,
white gashes In the.4ky and Illumined
—for u breathless Instant—the long
sweep of the ridge above them. “We’ll
make good targets In the lightning,*'
Old Bill said.
“Ride on,” Simon ordered. “You
know a mun can’t find a target In the
hundredth of a second of a lightning
flush. We’re not going to turn back
now.”
They rode on. Far away they heard
the whine and roar of wind, and In a
moment It was upon them. The forest
was no longer silent. The peul of the
thunder wus almost continuous.
The breuklng of the storm seemed
to rock the Folger house on Its founda
tion. Both Linda and Bruce leaped to
their feet; but they felt a little tingle
of awe when they saw that old Elmira
still sat sewing. It was ns If the calm
that dwelt In the Sentinel Pine out
side had come down to abide In her.
No force that the world possessed
could ever take It from her.
They heard the rumble and creak
of the trees as the wind smote them,
and the flame of the lamp danced wild
ly, Ailing the room with flickering
shadows. Bruce straightened, the
lines of his face setting deep. lie
glunced once more at the rifle in his
hands.
"Linda," he said, “put out that Are.
If there’s going to be an attack, we’d
have a better chance If the room was
In darkness. We can shoot through
the door then.”
She obeyed at once, knocking the
burning sticks npart and drenching
them with water. She took off the
glass shade of the lamp, and the little
gusts of wind that crept In the cracks
of the windows Immediately extin
guished the flame. The darkness
dropped down. Then Bruce opened the
door.
The whole wilderness world strug
gled In the grasp of the storm. The
scene was such that no mortal mem
ory could possibly forget. They saw
It In great, vivid glimpses In the Inter
mittent flashes of the lightning, and
the world seemed no longer that which
they had come to know. Chaos was
upon It. The tall tops of the trees
wagged back and forth In frenzied sig
nals ; their branches smote and rubbed
together. And Just without their door
the Sentinel Fine stood with top lifted
to the fury of the storm.
A strange awe swept over Bruce.
A moment later he was to behold a
sight that for the moment would make
him completely forger the existence of
the great tree; but for an instant he
poised at the brink of a profound and
far-reaching discovery. There was a
great lesson for him in that dark, tow
ering figure that the lightning revealed.
Its great limbs moved and spoke; Its
top swayed back and forth, yet still It
held Its high place as Sentinel of the
Forest, pnsslonless, patient, talking
through the murk of clouds to the
stars that burned beyond.
"See,” Linda said. "The Turners
are coming.”
It was true. Bruce dropped his eyes.
Even now the clan had spread out In
"You Can't!" Sne Crieo. "You Cow
ard—You Traitor! Kill—Kill Them
While There's Time."
a Croat wine and was hearing; down
upon the house. The lightning showed
them in strange, vivid flashes. Bruce
nodded slowly.
“I see,” he answered. “I’m ready.”
“Then shoot them, quick—when the
lightning shows them,” she whispered
in his ear. “They’re in runge now.”
Her hund seized his arm. “What are
you waiting for?”
He turned to her sternly. “Have you
forgotten we only have five shells?”
lie asked. “Go back to Elmira."
Her eyes met his, and she tried to
smile into them.
“Forgive me, Bruce —it’s hard —to b*
calm.”
But at once she understood why h<
was waiting. The flashes of lightning
offered no opportunity for an accurate
nirv.VP.WNE WELLS RECORD
allot. Bruce meant to conserve his
little supply of shells until the moment
of utmost need. The clan drew nearer.
They were riding slowly, with ready
rltles. And ever the storm increased
in fury. The thunder was so close
thut it no longer gave the impression
of being merely sound. It was a verb
tuble explosion just above their heads.
The first drops of rain fell ono. by one
on the roof.
Bruce’s eyes sought for Simon’s fig
ure. To Simon he owed the greatest
debt, and to lay Simon low might mean
to dishearten the whole clan. But al
though the attackers were In fair range
now, scurcely two hundred yards
away, he could not identify him. They
drew closer. He raised his gun, wait
ing for a chance to lire. And at that
Instant a resistless force hurled him
to the floor.
There was the sense of vast catas
trophe, a great rocking and shudder
ing thut was lost In billowing waves of
sound; and then a frantic effort to re
cull his wandering faculties. A blind
ing light cut the darkness in twain;
It smote his eyeballs as If with a phys
ical blow; and summoning all his pow
ers of will he sprang to his feet.
There wits only darkness at first;
and he did not understand. But tt
was scarcely less duration than the
flush of lightning. A red flume sud
denly leaped into the air, roared and
grew and spread ns If scattered by the
wind itself. And Bruce’s breath caught
in a sob of wonder.
The Sentinel I’lne, that ancient
friend and counselor that stood not
over one hundred feet from the house,
had been struck by a lightning bolt.
Its trunk had been cleft open as If by
u giant’s ax, and the flame was already
springing through its balsutn-Inden
branches.
CHAPTER XXVII
Bruce stood as If entranced, gazing
with awed face at the flaming tree.
There was little danger of the house
Itself catching fire. The wind blew
the flame in the opposite direction:
besides, the rains were beating on the
roof. The fire In the great tree Itself,
however, was too well started to be
extinguished at once by any kind of
ralnfull; but It did burn with less
fierceness.
Dimly he felt the girl’s hand grasp
ing at his arm. Her fingers pressed
until he felt pain. Uls eyes lowered
to hers. The sight of that passion
drawn face—recalling in an instant the
scene beside the camp fire his first
night at Trail’s End—called him to
himself. “Shoot, you fool!” ahe
stormed at him. “The tree’s lighted up
the whole countryside, and you can’t
miss. Shoot them before they run
away.’’
He glanced quickly out. The clan
that had drawn within sixty yards of
the house at the time the lightning
struck had been thrown into confusion.
Their horses had been knocked down
by the force of the bolt and were flee
ing, riderless, away. The men followed
them, shouting, plainly revealed in the
light from the burning tree. The great
torch beside the house had completely
turned the tables. ' And Linda spoke
true; they offered the best of targets.
Again the girl’s eyes were lurid slits
between the lids. Her Ups were drawn,
and her breathing was strange. He
looked at her calmly.
“No, Linda. I can’t—”
“You can’t!’’ she cried. "You cow
ard —you traitor! Kill —kill —kill them
while there’s time!”
She saw the resolve In his face, and
she snatched the rifle from his hands.
She hurled it to her shoulder and three
times fired blindly toward the retreat
ing Turners.
At that instant Bruce seemed to
come to life. His thoughts had been
clear ever since the tree bad been
struck; his vision was strulghter and
more far-reaching than ever In his life
before, but now his muscles weakened,
too. He sprang toward the girl and
snatched the rifle from her hand. She
fought for It, and he held her with a
strong arm.
“Walt —wait, Linda,” he said gently.
“You’ve wasted three cartridges now.
There are only two left. And we may
need them some other time.”
He held her from him with his arm;
and it was as if his strength flowed
Into her. Her bluzlng eyes sought
his, and for a long second their wills
battled. And then a deep wonder
seemed to come over her.
“What is It?” she breathed. “What
have you found out?”
Site spoke In a strange and distant
voice. Slowly the fire died in her eyes,
the drawn features relaxed, her hands
fell at her side. He drew her away
from the lighted doorway, out of the
range of any of the Turners that
should turn to answer the rifle Are.
The wind roared over the house and
swept by In clamoring fury, the elec
tric. storm dimmed and lessened as It
journeyed on.
These two kne\v that if death spared
them in nil the long passage of their
years, they could never forget that mo
ment. The girl watched him breath
lessly, oblivious to all things else. He
seemed wholly unnwnre <»f her now.
There wns something aloof, Impassive,
Infinitely calm about film, and a great,
far-reaching understanding was tn his
eyes. Her own eyes suddenly filled
with tears.
“Linda, there’s something come to
me—and I don’t know that I can make
voii understand. I cun only call It
strength—a new strength and a great
•r strength than I ever had before,
't’s something that the pine—that
great tree that we just saw split open
lias I,pen trying to tell me for a onu
time.' Oh, can't you see, Linda There
II stood, liniulreUs of years— ho gient,
so tall HO wine—ln a moment broken
like a reed. It takes away my arro
gance, Linda. It makes rntfsee tu.vselt
; iH 1 really am. And tlmt meana
-1 i'll/eyes blazed, and he caught her
Uamls in his. .
“It was a symbol. Linda, not onl>
of the wilderness, but of powers higher
,„„1 greater than the wilderness.
Powers tlmt can look down, uml not
be swept away by passion, and not
try to tear to pieces those who in tlielr
folly harm them. There's no room for
such things us. vengeance In this new
strength: There's no room'for mur
der, and malice, und hatred, and blood-
Llmln understood. She knew that this
new-found strength did not mean re
nunciation of her cause. It dhl not menu
tlmt be would give over his attempt
to reinstate her ns the owner of her
father's estates. It only meant that the
Impulse of personal vengeance whs
dead within him. lie knew now—the
same us ever—that the duty of the
men that dwell upon the earth Is to do
their allotted tasks, ami without hatred
end without passion to overcome the
difficulties tlmt stand In the way. She
realized tlmt If one of the Turners
should leap through the door und at-
And the Triumph on Bruce's Face
Changed to a Singular Look of Won
der.
tack her, Bruce would kill hlin without
mercy or regret. Sue knew that he
would make every effort to bring the
offenders to the law. But the ability
to shoot n fleeing enemy In the back,
because of wrongs done long ago, wus
past.
Bruce’s vision had come to him. He
knew that If vengeance had been the
creed of the powers that ruled the
world, the sphere would have been de
stroyed with Are long since. To stand
Arm and straight and unflinching; not
to Judge, not to condemn, not to re
sent; this was true strength.
“I know,” the girl said, her thoughts
wandering afar. “Perhaps the name
for It all Is —tolerance.”
“Perhaps,” he nodded. “And pos
sibly It Is only—worship!"
• ••••••
The Turners had gone. The dim
ming lightning revealed the entire at
tacking party hulf a mile distant and
out of rifle range on the ridge; and
Bruce and Linda stole together out
Into the storm.
The green foliage of the tree bad
already burned away, but some of the
upper branches still glowed ugalnst
the dark sky. A fallen branch smol
dered on the ground, hissing In the
rain, and it lighted their way.
Awed and mystified, Bruce halted
before the ruin of the great tree. He
hud almost forgotten the stress of the
moment just passed. It did not even
occur to him that some of his enemies,
unseen before, might still be lurking
in the shadow, watching for a chance
to harm. They stood u moment In
silence. Then Bruce uttered, one little
gasp and stretched his urm into the
hollow that the cleft in the trunk had
revealed.
The light from a burning brnnch be
hind him had shown him a small, durk
object that hud evidently been Inserted
in the hollow tree trunk through soin**
little aperture that Lad either since
been closed up or they had never ob
served. It was a leathern wallet, ami
Bruce opened It under Linda’s startled
gaze. He drew out a single white
paper.
lie held It in the light, and his
glance swept down Its lines of faded
Ink. Then he looked up with brighten
ing eyes.
"What is it?” she usked.
"The secret agreement between your
father and mine,” he told her simplv.
"And we’ve won.”
He watched her eyes brighten. It
seemed to him that nothing life had
ever offered had given him the same
pleasure. It was a moment of triumph
But before half of its long seconds
were gone, it became a moment or
despair.
A rifle spoke from the coverts be
yond-one sharp, angry note thnt rose
distinct and penetrating above the
noise of tile distant thunder. A little
tongue of fire darted, like a snake's
head. In the darkness. And the tri
umph on Bruce's face changed to „
singular look of wonder.
CHAPTER XXVIII
To Simon, the night had seemingly
ended In triumph, after aIL t t hid
looked dark «« . wb««.
lightning, sotting fire to the pine, had
deranged till of his plans. Ills men
had been thrown from their horses,
the blazing pine tree had left them
exposed to Are from the house, and
they had not yet caught their mounts
and rallied. Young BUI and hlinself.
however, hod tied their horses before
the lightning Imd struck and had lin
gered In the thickets In front of the
house for Just such a chance as had
been given them.
lie had not understood why Bruce
had not opened fire on the fleeing
Turners. He wondered if his enemy
were out of ammunition. The tragedy
of the Sentinel Pine had had no mean
ing for him; and he had held his rifle
cocked and ready for the Instant that
Bruce had shown himself.
Young Bill had heard his little ex
ultant gasp when Linda and Bruce had
come out Into the firelight. Plainly
they hod kept track of all the attack
ing party that hod been visible, and
supposed that all their enemies had
gone. He felt the movement of Si
mon’s strong arms os he raised the
rifle. Those arms were never steadier.
In the darkness the younger man
could not see his face, but his own
fancy pictured It with entire clearness.
The eyes were narrowed and red, the
lines cut deep about the bloodhound
Ups, and mercy was ns far from him
as from the Killer who hunted on the
distant ridge.
Rut Simon didn’t fire at once. The
two were coming steadily toward him,
and the nearer they were the better
Ids clmnce of success in the unsteady
light. He sat ns breathless, as wholly
free from telltale motion ns a puma
who waits In ambush for an approneli>
Ing deer. He meant to take careful
aim. It was Ids big chance, and he
Intended to make the most of it.
The two had halted beside the
ruined pine, hut for a moment Simon
held his lire. They stood rather close
together; he wanted to wait until
Bruce offered a clear target. And at
that Instant Bruce had drawn the
leather wallet from the tree.
Curiosity alone stayed Simon’s finger
as Bruce had opened it. He saw the
gleam of the white paper in the dim
light; and then he understood.
Simon was a man of rigid, unwaver
ing self-control; and his usual way
was to look a long time between the
sights before he fired. Yet the sight
of that document—the missing Folger-
Ross agreement on which had hung
victory or defeat —sent u violent im
pulse through all his nervous system.
For the first time in his memory his
reflexes got away from him.
It had meant too much; and his fin
ger pressed hack involuntarily agulnsl
the trigger. He had not tuken his us
ual deliberate aim, although he had
seen Bruce’s figure clearly between
the sights the instant before he fired.
Simon was a rifleman, bred in the
hone, and he had no reason to think
that the hasty niin meant a complete
miss. He did realize, however, the
difficulties of night shooting—a real
ization that all men who have lingered
after dusk In the duck blind experi
ence sooner or inter —and he looked
up over his sights to see the result of
his shot. His self-control had com
pletely returned to him; and he was
perfectly cold about the whole matter.
From the first second he knew he
had not completely missed. He raised
his rifle to shoot again.
But Bruce’s body was no longer re
vealed. Linda stood in the way. It
looked as If she had deliberately
thrown her own body as a shield be
tween.
Simon spoke then —a single, terrible
oath of hutred and Jealousy. But in
a second more lie saw ids triumph.
Bruce swayed, reeled and fell in Lin
du’s arms, and lie saw her half-drag
him into the house.
He stood shivering, but not from
the cold that the storm hud brought.
"Come on,” he ordered Young Bill.
"I think we’ve downed him for good,
but we’ve got to get that paper.”
••*• , t • •
But Simon did not see all things
clearly. He had little real knowledge
of the little drama that had followed
his shot from ambush.
Human nature Is full of odd quirks
and twists, and among other things,
symptoms are misleading. There is
un accepted way for men to act when
they are struck with a rifle bullet.
They are expected to reel, to throw
their arms wide, and usuully to cry
out. The only trouble with these ac
tions, as men who have been In bat
tlefields know very well, Is that they
do not usually happen In real life.
Bruce, with Linda’s eyes upon him,
took one rather long, troubled breath.
And he did look somewhat puzzled.
Then he looked down at his shoulder.
"I'm hit, Linda,” he said In a quiet
way. "I think Just a scratch.”
The tremendous shock of any kind
of wound from a thirty-forty caliber
bullet had not seemingly affected him
outwardly at all. Some hours were
to pass before he completely under
stood. The truth was that the shock
of that rifle bullet, ordinarily striking
a blow of a half-ton, had cost him for
the moment un ability to make any
logical Interpretation of events. The
girl moved swiftly, yet without giving
an Impression of leaping, and stood
very close* and in front of him. In
one lightning movement she had made
of her own body a shield for his. In
f, nse the assassin in the covert should
shoot again.
Her arms went about and seized
hist shoulders. "Stagger,” she whis
pered quickly. "Pretend to fall. It’s
the one chance to save you."
He dispelled the mists In his own
brain and obeyed her. He swayed, and
her arms went about him. Then he
fell forward.
Her strong arms encircled his waist
and with all her magnificent young
strength she dragged him to the door.
It was noticeably however—to all
oyos except u,.,,,,,,.
hpr [inn l„„i y U3 , <M|
bptwppn l,|,„ an „ t|ii , k « >S|
Instimt they wpi'd |."“Bl
roo.n Bruce st „ 0ll ,h( 'jB
wholly muster „ f ”«!
quickly.''* >^.iB
""vp
bleeding ju'i-ti
I lu>n l Iiio i.'u rm tii n . .
Hpr hands In |, w
"h'"ln to his shoulder :J2B
»pp—he'll I,,. i,,> r o I •
steal out Hie hart Uw TlB
l-tile down to tin. ,. outtl
can overtake us—” °
In one Instant lie had pjl
Idea; and he la„ sh «|
gloom, “l know, ru
blankets und the food.
horse." **' M
She sprang out the klMafl
and he hurried into the
He snatehed two of tin
blankets from the hed, „<"■
them over Ids shoulder u, ■
the camp ux on Ids belt the, tH
Into the little kitchen. u-tM
the little snek ,'„ntalnln*«
of jerked venison, spilled o«B
pieces for Klnilrn, and rartlM
with a few pounds of
meet I.lnda, The horse stinH
saddled, and with deft h.sH
tied on their supplies and S
the blankets In u long roll inaH
tllC Saddle.
“(Jet on,” she whispered.
up behind you.” H
Slip spoke in the utter
he felt her breath against huS
Then tlie lightning came dimhH
allowed him her face.
“No, Linda” he replied jfl
“You are going alone—'
She cut him ofr with a deaH
cry. “Oh, please.
I’ll atuy here, then—' ■
“Don’t you see?” he d
“You cun make It out
I'm wounded and bleeding, udl
tell how lon« I tan keep up.
only got one horse, and withifl
to weigh him down you can gnU
to the courts —” B
“And leave you here to be I
dered? Oh, don’t waste the pul
secomla any more. I won't go I
out you. I mean it. If you stijl
I do, too. Believe me If you ml
Ueved anything." I
Once more the lightning ml
her face, mid oa it the deteruriil
of a zealot, lie knew thatihc|
the truth. lie climbed with «niB
culty Into tlie saddle. A ul
more and she swung up behind MB
The entire operation had tihfl
astonishingly short period of I
Bruce hud worked like mad. «|
disregarding his injured arm. |
beyond, Simon with ready rill I
creeping toward the house. B
“Which way?" Bruce asked. I
“The out-trail — around the ifl
tain," she whispered. “Slnafl
overtake us on tlie other—he’ijB
magnilicent horse. On the
trail we’ll have a better chul
keep out of Ills sight." I
She spoke hurriedly, yet ctajH
her messuge with entire ckflB
Tliey knew what they had k fl
these two. Simon and whoererMB
dun wus with him would lose*®
in springing in pursuit. TbeyB
had a strong horse, they kM*fl
trails, they carried long-range B
and would open lire at the
of the fugitives. Bruce waiw*B
alight as the Injury mu, ItwoilJJ
oualy handicap them InsncblUR
this. Their line chance wi' J
to the remote trulls, to lurk ntaj
the thickets, und try to break
to safety. And they knew ttutwtl
the doubtful mercy of tlie fond®
could they ever succeed.
Llndu took the reins and P«*
of the trull, then encircled • “
wall of brush. She did not «■
take the risk of Simon w®*®*
forms In the dimming llshmWT
opening lire so soon. Then**
back Into the trail and head*
the storm. . ,
Simon had dear enough mw
the rllle lire that Linda MW
upon the clan to w,sb J!°
tlie house with care. 11
wholly typical ■ f the girl <
lover on his bed. then go
window to wait for a ® J m
assassin. She could I ■
along a rifle barrel! A »»
were lost as Young
encircled tlie tliickets. k P
the gleam of the smold'MIJ
light was almost gone,
glowed In the wet snow. .
They crept up <™ ra ® #
and holding their rifles tj
the door. They wet*
prised to find it tJ w
was It had been left gji
Linda did not wish them
the house to the rea .. u**
cover Bruce nnd herself» 0
departure. The r"o» rf
ness, and the two
expected to Und Bruces body
threshold. TQ ]if . coNTIN „W.I
Matter Fuller
Matter r' t-joojKIP
It was first
matter Is neither con n
geneous. He showed by *
that hydrogen can
vacuum hull) tlirous
platinum window. “
L.umpa^thrno^^
Is a useful hit or
manufacture of vaenn » ( tM I
sodium can I* P» s .”
to absorb the rcs ',| I t Ml *
ltt „, the Italian
that hydrogen can p * for( U *
Iron. Mater may WJ
erally regarded 113
Think twice be, “™
thrice before jou

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