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THURSDAY, APRIL 28th, 1921. BLUE MOON Talc of the Flataood* By DAVID ANDERSON (OopyrtsM br tb* Bo tab*-Merrill Ooapasr) '*• He Studied the Eyes Back of the Re volver. He frowned in an Effort to think of something else to say. But all he could think of*vas: “Don't cry,” and that didn’t seem to do any good. He was thinking some very uncomplimentary things about his clumsy and awkward self, when she looked up. The man stared. She was laughing—a nervous little laugh right through the tears. The laugh astonished him more than the tears, but it was an immense re lief to him, just the same. “My, isn't it silly for me to carry on like this! And over nothing!” “Nothing!” “Well, hardly anything.” “And you weren’t afraid?” “Not with —you here." The half-hesitating statement pleased the man—pleased him im mensely. “And you’re not afraid now?" “Only that they might find you. Why should I he?” y “Then —I must follow him.” I He rose from the Sofa. Hat he had ■ none —It was tramped to rags in the dust and dirt of the village under the wide reaching limbs of the oak —but he began hitching together the strips and tatters of his blouse. The girl sprang up and faced him. “You! Why, you ran hardly stand." “We must find out whether he goes back to the village or down to Fallen Rock. Everything depends on know ing that.” He made a step toward the door. She got before him. “I’ll go.” ; * “You 1” “Why not? I know the woods, and they're safer for me than you Just now.” She was at the door of the kitchen before he could stop her, her haste the greater, perhaps, because she knew he would st<vp her. He reached her arm just as she raised the latch. “No—l It’s my place!” “It’s your place to stay right here and gain strength for your big plan tonight. Why, it’s only a little ten mlcfiite run —and I know every bush and tree.” His plan! Everything depended on it—on his being able to carry it through. He could not move till the time came, and that would be when the dark came. It would ruin every thing to be seen too soon. And yet he must know which way the man went. Much depended on whether he fed his horse now, or went on to the village and came back after night to feed him. The Pearlhunter hesitated, wavering between a very keen and un spoiled chivalry and a very insistent expediency. “If he should —catch you!” She laughed merrily. “Not even you could catch me in the woods.” She flung open the door. He stretched forth his arm. “No, no! I can’t—” But she was gone. CHAPTER XII. Box Twenty-Three. The Pearlhunter stood in the kitchen door, feeling no little disgrace, and watched the lithe form of the girl dart in among the bushes that lined the cliff where it looped east, enclosing the little pocket of level woods where the cabin stood. He saw her stop suddenly. She stood listening a mo ment ; came flying bock. To the question on his face she an swered closing the door and mo; tinning him lnt the main room Mid to the window by the sewing table. A small boy came whistling wp tire path. “It's the grandson of the good old storekeeper I bold you about,” she whispered. They both laughed as she priced him toward the curtains, laughed though it irked the man no little to go Into hiding at the sound of every foot step—in a girl’s room at while she stood guard. “Ask him about the hunt today,” he whispered. “And above all, ask him if he met a man.” She nodded and pulled the curtains close. The next moment she had opened the door. “Well, Billy! Glad to see you. Come right in.” Billy did come In. But Billy wasn’t speaking. Through the little gnp in the curtain the Pearlhunter could see him standing Just inside the door. Billy was by no means a prepossessing youngster—barefooted, thin shinned, very decidedly pigeon-toed. His sharp little face was elaborately and pic turesquely freckled. There were freckles enough for a big face, and Billy’s face was small, so small that some of the freckles had to stand up edgeways to find room. But his eyes, in the midst of their speckled sur roundings. looked out sharp and bright from under his frazzled straw hat. They were very busy just then in tak ing down, one by one, every feature of the room, from wall to wall, from car pet to loft joists. The girl closed the door, put an arm about the slim little mite under the ragged hat and led him to the big easy chair —the stricken old man’s chair near the middle of the room; brought the smaller rocking chair from her sewing table and sat down by him. The little fellow tried to lean back in the big chair. It was far too deep. He sat up straight, swinging his feet, and continued his methodical survey of the room. “How in the world did you ever find your way, Billy, out here in the woods?” The sharp little eyes looked his companion over —coolly; a tiny shade contemptuously. “Huh! That wusn’t nothin’.” His voice was thin and sharp like his face; high like the peaked crown of his rusty hat. “Did your grandpa send you?” “Uh-huh! I brung y’u a letter, Gran’pa tends t’ th’ post office now. The ol’ postmaster had a stroke night b’fore last, an’ hain’t knowed nothin’ since. So gran’pa tends to it.”. He unbuttoned the bosom of his waist, drew out a letter and handed it over. “Air you Box 23?” “I—yes—l guess so,” was the startled answer as she took the letter. “Huh! That’s a funny name—fer a girl.” But she was too bnsv with the let ter to notice the remark. It was ad dressed in a very hold and legible hand: Box 23, Buckeye, Ind. The postmark site could not be sure of. It appeared to be Vincennes, but some of the letters were too dull to read with certainty. “IS that your r’volver?” There was not much chance to read letters —or do anything else —with a youngster like that in the house. “Yes. Have they found that man that escaped from jail last night?” “Naw! An’ I hope they don’t. I met that timber buyin’ feller on the way down here.” He came near the girl’s chair. "If they’s anybody I hate, it’s him. Gran’pa says”—he leant nearer, and spoke low —"he kills peo ple ! Gee! but I wus skeered when I saw him a-comin’ down th’ road 1 He wus awful mad. an’ a-swearin’ to hls self. He slashed at me with a switch. But I ducked, an’ cut dirt, an’ shinned over th’ fence. When I looked back he was a-goin’ on toward town, an’ I streaked it through th’ woods lickety split.” The very Information she had been about to venture forth into the woods to acquire. “How is your grandma today?” “Oh, she’s well ag’in. She cooks lots of things now. She fried me some screw-cakes yisterd'y.” He was gone —“lickety-split." The girl closed the door, laughing softly, and turned toward the curtains. The Pearlhunter was Just coming through them. "It couldn't have turned out better,” he said. “The dark, one stroke more, and things will take a turn.” “That stroke!” She was very thoughtful, her eyes searching the side of his face toward her. “You speak of it lightly: but so you spoke of that dreadful fight with the mob.” He sat still a long time. “I don’t know why I shouldn’t tell you,” he said at last. “The only rea son I didn’t was to save you the thought of It. But a girl like you—l’d ask no better backin’ in a tight place.” Her face lighted. "Then why not take me with you?” He started, turned his slow eyes toward her. A moment he studied her, and then shook his head. “No” —the word seemed * final. “It won’t do for a girl—a lady—to hear what will have to be heard tonight; and see what will have to be seen.” Her eyes dropped; so did his. They both met at the same focus —the letter In her hand. She passed it to him. He turned it over and over, looked at the address, the postscript, and handed it back. 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