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A" -/WL -BY HAROLD TITUS
CHAPTEK XI—Continued
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Steve Drake was within twenty
ranis when Kate struck the weapon
from Franz’s hand; within ten when
ihe struck again with her paddle, was
dragging himself through the shallow’s
for the reeds when Franz turned 1 b
H lgtit.
He gained the channel bank and
dived. Breathing hoarsely, Steve fol¬
lowed. A good man In the water, this
Franz, but he could not match speed
ivith the one who now challenged him,
*bo came on relentlessly, gaining fate¬
fully. He looked behind and gasped
out a curse. He threw his hips up¬
ward and dived . . .
He went under abruptly and drove
himself down but Steve followed the
eddies and bubbles he left, knowing
(he other’s panic would cost him dear¬
ly though he might gain for the mo¬
ment.
Franz came np to the right, shaking
water from his eyes, gasping air
avidly. A moment later he cried out
is Steve's one hand fastened In his
ihirL
Franz struck out, but the blow,
though It caught Steve on the point
of the chin, was light and Ineffectual.
Drake seized one of Franz's hands and
twisted the arm cruelly. They went
under, Franz’s legs groping for a hold
on Steve’s, his fingers scratching at
the throat.
They turned over. Franz tried to
ihove Drake deeper but could not and,
as if by prearrangement, they broke
their holds and shot to the surface,
gasping for air. A brief Interval they
rested so, face to face, treading water,
and then Frnnz commenced to swim
again toward land.
But on his third stroke a hand
grasped his ankle, his head was
dragged under and Drake’s body Host¬
ed over him, binding his arms and legs
close. He Struggled an instant and
then went limp.
Steve let him up, then, holding firm¬
ly to his shirt front while the man
gagged and choked.
“You can’t . . . get away,” he
panted. “Enough? . . . Will you
... go back, now?”
Franz's mouth opened and closed
convulsively. . . to h—11” he
rasped.
“Then I’ll take you 1” Drake cried.
’Hold you under , . until you . . ."
Franz half turned and fought Steve
»wav with thrusts of one arm. Be¬
neath the surface his other hand was
busy, seeking, tugging at something,
and as Drake broke through his guard
and grasped for a hold on clothing it
came up with as much of a sweep as
he could manage in the water and on
that movement a glint of flashing
Brightness swept for Steve’s middle.
He threw himself quickly on one
side to elude the blade, gasping out a
word as he realized he had failed. A
sharp sting above his left groin mani¬
fested Itself but he had the knife hand
securely, twisted and wrenched It,
sending the man under, holding him
there mercilessly until the fingers
finally opened and the knife sank
slithering toward the bottom.
Then Steve had to let go, strangling
*s he was from the water he had
swallowed. The sting In his side had
become a burning. He gave that no
heed, however. He raised one arm
high and turned his face toward the
rushes where he had last seen Kate.
"Got him!” he called hoarsely.
( “Bring the
canoe . . . Got him . . .”
hut be winced from the throb in his
belly which had by then replaced the
sensation of burning.
He had believed he finally had
Franz captive, but before his words
were well spoken, the fellow broke
00,e and was swimming away. Steve
followed, a great weariness, something
ra °re than the effects of this tre¬
mendous * muscles. exertion, He shut creeping his through
eyes and
1 his will to close quickly be-
ore ^at could happen which, It
•‘'"meet certain, was going to happen,
' And when he opened them Franz
was nowhere in sight.
He stopped swimming at once, tread-
D ? water sluggishly and pressed
ar.ij one
t 0 ^j s W0UD{ j e( j sicj e> wincing
rom Hie pain the touch rendered,
n 'earieq as Franz
was, Steve knew It
' he Impossible for him
•ubmersed • to stay
more than an Instant.
-v- ilnd, he heard the canoe ap-
..oac-ung. The sounds penetrated
jl "_ ,g “ a Queer sensation In his ears,
i ’’' as hke a thickness, something
fc:nder r !ig ht hlS “ f ° g WlU
1 o approaching paddle dipped
Sti » Franz rap-
did not show him-
a Crushed a hand across his
ki. ’ His ears w ere going bad; were
Tw W'rrn,? playing tricks, also? An odd
lay , 0Ter h!a now ; it was
•float Slnk and struggled to keep
Movement hurt him, now. He
moaned from the pain and then, a few
yards beyond, came a ruffling of the
surface. Bubbles. . . . Bubbles, com¬
ing upward from deep down, . . .
“Stay back!" he gasped over his
shoulder and the sounds of the paddle
ceased.
He waited an Interval for breath.
The sun broke through the clouds
again. Somehow, Its light seemed
feeble. Perhaps his sight was dim¬
ming. . . . Nevertheless, he let him¬
self under water and stared about and
saw what he saw. . . ,
Speech was impossible when he rose
that time. He scarcely had strength
to beckon Kate forward. It seemed
that she would never get across that
Intervening strip of water; seemed
as If he could not stay afloat another
fractional second.
But he did. His fingers found the
gunwale and curled over it With
great effort he raised his other hand
and took hold and leaned his forehead
against his wrists, breath quick and
shallow, not caring a great deal, now,
that what strength remained in his
body seemed to be pouring Into the
lake through his side.
"Get In!” the girl said huskily.
“Here! Let me help you!"
"No,” he tried to say stoutly but
the word came only in a whisper.
“Please.” he added. “Let me . . .
rest just a . . . moment.”
That was better. Resting was sweet.
But the fingers of one hand wanted
to let go. He shut his teeth and drew
back his lip as he fought to retain
a hold on consciousness. His job was
not done. He had one more obliga¬
tion to discharge.
“Where," he began, without lifting
his face. “Where . . What was
It he had wanted to say? What had
prompted a question? . . . “Where’s
Franz?” he finished dully.
“Franz? He’s . . . he's gone. You
saw. He didn't come up. What’s
wrong with you?"—sharply. “What's
happened?”
The lovely timbre of her voice shot
through his veins like a stimulating
drug. He raised his face to look into
hers. Her eyes, those clear, widely
set, blue eyes which had been band¬
aged when he looked at her closely be¬
fore, set up a strength within him
which gathered wit, marshaled his re¬
sources, gave him strength and clarity
of mind.
“I’m all right," he muttered. “Tired.
. . . What I started to ask was,
where’s the brief case?”
That was the thing he had left to
do 1 Today was Wednesday. Tomor¬
row at four the contents of that port¬
folio must be In MacDonald’s hands or
all that he had tried to do for Old
Jim Flynn would be as nothing.
“It must be here,” the girl said.
“He had It in the store. He talked
about the money. He repacked some
of his duffle at the first landing. But
that’s no matter now. Are you. . . Are
yon all right?”
"Right,” he answered but his voice
was thick despite the comparative ease
with which his mind functioned for
the moment.
“Get in, then. Oh, this Is terrible!
And we must hurry back to headquar¬
ters. They’ll have found Tim and will
be searching the whole country for
us!”
"Yes,” he muttered and tried to
smile. They’d be searching, well
enough. They'd been on his trail for
long, now. But he must finish his Job
before more strength drained from
hie body. . . .
••I’ll rest here,” he said. “Paddle
into the shallows. I might ... up¬
set you. . . .”
Kate picked np the paddle and
headed for the little island. Steve did
not look up again, but he knew that
the girl's eyes were on him much of
the time. His feet trailed helplessly
behind. His side began to throb and
sting. He felt bottom and floundered
to a stand, clinging dizzily to the
canoe so he would not fall.
“Should be in here,” he mumbled,
reaching uncertainly for a pack-sack.
“We’ve got to know . . . now.”
He loosed the straps of the pack.
“There!” He pulled back the flap,
exposing the duffle within. There it
is!" He drew out the light leather
case as If It were a great weight His
hands were cold, fingers like sticks of
wood. He tried to open It and
failed. . . -
“You better,” he said. He couldn’t
let her know that he was hurt He'd
worked for her, fought for her; she
was dependent on him, now. If she
knew that everything was getting
fuzzy - “Dm . . . still a little
. .
shaky, I guess. "
. .
“But come ashore first. You need
rest"
**Ho. Open It now. ... Please.
She opened the case and exposed the
red envelope, sealed and sound and
safe.
DADE COUNTY TIMES: AUGUST 2, 1934
A great sigh left Steve’s breast and
he lurched against the canoe, shoving
It sideways through the reeds, all but
falling across It
“Good!” he said thickly. “Safe, eh?
Listen! . . . Listen, Kate Flynn."
He wet his lips and tried to fight back
the overwhelming weakness. “LlsteD,
that money’s got to be—”
“You’re bleeding!”
Her cry cut him short. She screamed
out again that he was bleeding.
“Nothing," he muttered. “Nicked
me a little ... a little . . ." But
he looked down, following her terrified
glance, and saw the red life fluid seep¬
ing through and mingling with the
muddy water in which he stood.
She got out of the canoe herself and
stood beside him. putting a slender
arm about his waist, dragging one of
his ever her shoulder.
“Come!” she said, calmly enough.
“Walk with me. So.” He tried to
move but his feet seemed to be buried
deep In clinging clay. He reeled as
he tried and all but fell again. “That’s
splendid!” she said and laughed and
her voice was filled with vigor. “Just
a little way. now. Careful. Don't
fall. There, that’s better!”
As one would encourage a timid
child she talked him Into efforts which
otherwise would have been beyond his
strength.
"Here we go! We’re out of the wa¬
ter, now. . . Just a few more steps.
Over yonder's some bracken. Better
to lie in that than on this wet sand."
"Sure,” he said dully. “Sure
thing. . . .”
“Now . . . Careful. . . . Here,
I’ll let you down."
But she did not let him down. She
could not ease the slump of his weight
and it dragged her to her knees with
his fall
For a moment she knelt there, both
hands pressed to her cheeks and eyes
wide. Then she leaned forward, rolled
Steve to his back and began chafing a
W’rist frantically.
His face had lost all color, his eyes
were closed and a fine sweat pricked
out on his brow.
“Can’t you speak to me?” she
begged. “Listen! If you hear me just
open your eyes. Can’t you do that
much?"
But the eyes did not open. His
breathing was scarcely perceptible and
the hand she held was without the
warmth of life.
“Oh. merciful God!” she prayed.
“Oh, God, let me save him! Oh, God,
let me serve him as he has served
me!” And then, conscious of her
own Inadequacies for such a situation;
“Oh, God, send me help!”
And then she called aloud for hu¬
man help. But she knew screams
were of no avail, and his life might
be slipping away as she tried to make
them serve.
Kate told herself this as she knelt
beside this man she did not know,
whose Identity, even, was not within
her wildest guess but who. for weeks,
had been fighting her fight and who,
today, had saved her from whatever
might have been.
She rummaged his pockets for a
knife, found the slit tn his clothing
through which the wounding blade had
cut, made It larger and exposed the
lacerated flesh. Blood oozed out In
regular gushes and, loosing the band¬
age which still hung about her neck,
she spread its folds over the long
gash, pressing It down, holding it
firmly, fighting the tremors in her
hands, sobbing a little and calling out
to Steve to speak to her . . . Just to
give some sign that he heard her. . . .
CHAPTER XII
It was a long time before Mary
Wolf finished the task of scraping a
resting place for her father’s body.
Then she lowered It gently.
For an Interval she knelt there on
the soft, sweet earth, hands lax at her
sides. “I’ll ask the sisters to pray,”
she said aloud as If to end an annoying
quandary and began scraping the fresh
earth back upon the blanketed form.
She displayed no emotion. She was
of a people which knows the futility
of regrets. Her father had reached
the end of an arduous trail. This was
what she had known must be and It
was better so.
She stopped once and turned her
head to listen. That had sounded like
a shot. For an Interval she stood
listening further and wondering . . .
Well, tf men were on the lake and
came this way she would see them be¬
fore they saw her and could hide until
danger of an encounter was past She
would go back to Good-Bye and on to
Shoestring. It was about school time
and Young Jim had told her to go to
school. She would do what he said.
He was right. . . .
*••**••
For hours, it seemed, Kate Flynn
held that wad of gauze against the
wound In Steve’s side. In the be¬
ginning, blood had persistently oozed
beneath the edges of the bandage but
that had finally stopped. However,
she did not dare relax the pressure.
His life was In her hands. Others
would be searching. She knew Mc¬
Nally and Wartin; she knew that with
the discovery of Tim’s body and her
abaMiCe Mid the absence of this man
whoever he might be, they would fllna
their companies of searchers far.
But it might be days before she was
found and In mere hours the light rise
and fall of this man’s chest might
cease. . . . She cried aloud at the
thought and bit her lip and told her^
self again that screaming would do no
good, that she must hold her mind and
courage and strength under strict dis¬
cipline.
Help was nearer, then, than she
could have dreamed.
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LT HUE’S how to give your white cos-
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What could be smarter than the
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The young girl seated is also wear¬
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IN MANY DESIGNS
Medium pastels and white have
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Among prints the cleverest are coin
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Candlewick Muslin Frocks
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OVERPLAYING OF
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suit of ordinary crinkled seersucker.
Her blouse is of a new cotton sheer
(plume chiffon) which is delightfully
cool and wearable In the summer
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The other stylishly-elad young mod¬
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note Interpreted via a vestee with a
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of starched brown dotted swlss. Her
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A pleasing effect is also achieved
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n7 ('llKRIK MCIIOI.AS
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frilly bib pictured la made of soft mer¬
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tiny buttons down the front are cov¬
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knitted and crochet articles, this pair
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