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SYNOPSIS
Prudence Schuyler comes to Prosper
Ity Farm to make a new life for her
self and her brother, David, his health
broken by tragedy. The second day
on her farm Prue falls from the harn
loft into the arms of Rodney Gerard,
rich young man, a neighbor. There is
at once a mutual attraction, but Pru¬
dence suspects men since her sister’s
husband ran away with her brother's
wife. Len Calloway tries to buy Prue’s
timber, but she contracts with Rod to
dispose of the trees David comes to
the farm. Prue accompanies Rod and
Jean, Rod’s thirteen-year-old niece, to
a circus. Chicot, an old clown, is ac¬
cidentally killed He was the grand¬
father of Milly Gooch, one of the cir¬
cus riders Rod became friendly with
Milly when she lived on Prosperity
Farm Calloway intimidates laborers so
that they cannot be hired to cut the
timber for Rodney Gerard Milly Gooch
broke her engagement to Calloway; he
believes Rod was the cause and has
since been his enemy. After Chicot’s
death Rod calls on Milly to see if he
can be of any help Prue sees in a
newspaper a flashlight picture of him
with Milly. Rodney goes to New York
for timber cutters, taking David with
him to help select men from among
the Rescue Mission hangers-on. Rod
sends word of his coming, with a crew
of laborers To keep the knowledge of
the workers’ arrival from Calloway,
Prudence enters her timber tract with
him on the pretense of bargaining on
the lumbering. He confines her in a
cabin.
CHAPTER IX—Continued
— 13 —
“Hold on! Why the rush? You’ve
been fooling me, haven’t you? Been
trying to make me believe that 1 was
to cut your timber, while all the time
you had your tongue in your cheek.
What’s the game? 1 was ready to play
fair, [’ve no quarrel with you. I’m a
just man. But you’ve tricked me.
Now you'll pay for it. I’ll keep you
here till you sign a contract for me to
cut for you.”
His cool, restrained ferocity stopped
Prue s heart for an instant. She seat¬
ed herself in the one chair, carefully
spread her skirts to the blaze, and
looted up at him.
“You think you will keep me here,
you mean. Wake up! You are in
the Twentieth ceutury. You have for¬
gotten that three persons already know
with whom 1 came into the woods. I’ll
tel) yon my game, as you call it. Rod¬
ney Gerard is bringing in ff crew. I
preferred that you shouldn’t see them
arrive. And you didn’t. Easy, wasn’t
It?"
He seized her shoulders. With all
her strength she shook off his hands and
retreated to the fireplace.
“Don’t touch me again! Don’t
dare!”
The words shivered into a whisper.
The icy cold of the brook was stealing
through her bones. Calloway folded
his arms and scowled.
“He is a little mad,” she thought, as
she had thought once before.
“Dare! That’s a joke. Who can
stop me? Your foxy partner is busy
with his gang, isn’t he? 1 take off my
hat to you, you put your fake friendli¬
ness across. 1 believed you. I asked
you to marry me! You’ve been laugh¬
ing at me! Now it’s my turn. You're
here and here you stay. You needn’t
shiver. You are safe enough. I’m no
hum. Pm not a lady-snatcher like Rod
Gerard. I'm a just man! I'm entitled
to be boss of this county and no one’s
going to Dlock me. Get that. I won't
stand for interference.”
Prudence regarded Calloway in¬
credulously. The man was molding
his life to an obsession.
“Why are you staring at me? Don’t
you understand? You’ll spend the
night here, and then I guess—”
“Say, lissen! You’ve got another
guess cornin’. Buddy.”
A man swayed in the entrance. His
hunted eyes, set in dark rings, glared
from his cadaverous face, as vicious
a face as ever scowled behind bars.
From clawlike fingers a revolver dan
Sled.
Prudence pressed her hand hard
against her lips to keep back a cry.
The convict? Perhaps he had taken
the emerald and diamonds last night.
Perhaps she had been horribly unjust
to Walter Gerard. Calloway sprang
for him. He leveled the gun. It
clicked.
“Hands up! Lay, off! Get me? If
either you or the jane yip. I’ll put a
bullet through each of you, an’ I
wouldn’t stop to choose which first,
either. I ain't like you, you big noise.
I am a bum."
He watched Calloway’s retreat
through half-closed lids. The glint
between them was murderous. Pru¬
dence said as flippantly as if her heart
were nat shaking her body with its
clamor
“This Is getting to be one of those
parties. Isn't it?”
“Say. you’re a cool one, sister. I
guess you can have the cabin after
ill. Buddy. There’ll be folks hereafter
his skirt you kidnaped.”
“I haven't kid—’’
“Keep your mouth shut! Sit
town r*
Calloway sat with a suddenness
>'hieh rocked the chair. The man in
ossession of the revolver scowled at
’rudence.
“Here you! Scatter that fire! Quick!
Iiink I wftfit the whole pack after you
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Drop the stick! Stand up by the chim¬
ney! Gimme those pearls!”
One instant of paralyzing fright, and
tlien an inner strength sprang to Prue’s
rescue.
“Pearls!” Her laugh was a master¬
piece of its kind. “Pearls! I didn’t
realize that my wax beads could fool
anybody.”
The man Edged hearer. His revol¬
ver covered Calloway, whose eyes
looked like those of a trapped fox.
“Wax beads! Oh yeah? Think I
don’t know the real thing when I see
it? What do you s’pose I was doin’ a
stretch— Get going, sister. Take ’em
off. quick, or I’ll do it, an’ I won’t be
too easy, neither. Lissen, get a move
on!”
Was this nightmare, Prudence won¬
dered, as her unsteady hand fumbled
with the diamond and platinum clasp
at the back of her neck. It must be.
What had seemed an amusing plan to
divert Len Calloway couldn’t develop
into a possible tragedy, could it?
The man grabbed the pearls from
her fingers, weighed them in his left
hand. His leer was horrible.
“Wax beads! Oh. yeah! I guess
they’ll get me three squares a day for
a year of two.”
Was that a faint call? Prudence
caught her throat to stifle an ex¬
clamation. The man with the revolver
stiffened. He thrust the pearls into
his dirty shirt. His eyes went dead.
“Lissen, you two. Someone’s com¬
ing. I’m gettin’ out. I’ll keep this gat
trained on you. If either of you tip
’em off I’ve been here. I’ll shoot you
on the trail. I’ll know.”
He backed to the door. With a quick
swoop, Prudence flung brush on the
coals. Smoke would give a clue to
the rescuers. It caught fire and roared
up chimney.
“Why you—” Dazed by her daring,
the fugitive hesitated. In that instant
Calloway sprang and caught him about
“Hands Up! Both of You!”
the shoulders. The revolver clattered
to the floor. Prue seized it.
“Don’t waste your strength, Callo¬
way." Why couldn’t she keep her
voice steady? “I’ve got him covered.
I’m not a crack shot, but I think I
can drop him at this distance.”
Galloway turned and took a step for¬
ward.
“Stay where you are! Hands up!
Both of you! If you move, the next
s-scene in this screen thriller will be
cut by the censor.”
Gun in one hand, one hand clutch
ing the back of the chair, Prudence
covered the two men. She disciplined
a wild impulse to shout with laughter.
Calloway’s face! Mis mouth hung
open as if surprise had permanently
dislocated his jaw. The other—site
shivered—-never had she seen such
eyes. Trapped. Desperate. Murder¬
ous. She had not known that anything
human could look like that. David
had known, though. Dave! Where
was he? If only—
The cabin door! Opening! Slowly!
Soundlessly ! Something sinister in Its
caution. Had the escaped convict a
pal? Her blood chilled. Who had
come?
“Give me that gun !”
Rodney Gerard had the revolver In
his hand before Prudence realized who
had dashed into the cabin. With a re¬
lieved sigh Calloway dropped his
hands.
“Put ’em up again!”
“Don’t be a darn fool, Gerard. I—”
"Put ’em up! There’s blood on your
forehead, Prue. Who hurt you?”
Prue’s brain felt curiously light.
Her voice seemed to trickle from a
great empty space behind her eyes.
"Hurt me! No one. Believe it or
not, 1 was about to add a colorful fact
to the state of Maine war against
crime, when you crashed in. They’re
an intriguing pair, aren’t they? Read¬
ing from left to right, you have first
a pearl thief, then a—just man—such
a just man!”
“Steady, Prue. Don’t shiver like
that. I’ll get your pearls.”
“While you’re getting those, you
might make that man return the jewels
te stole from my safe last night.”
'Lissen, what doe* the 1*n* mean.
jewels? Do you think if I had any¬
thing I could turn into money I’d be
bangin’ round here? Say, she’s crazy.”
Was the man acting amazement, or
hadn’t he taken the emerald?
"Crazy or not, you’ll come along
with us. Get going!” Gerard gave
the revolver a suggestive hitch. “Fol¬
low him, Calloway. Keep your hands
up, both of you. Prue. come on.”
She nodded. Len Calloway looked
as if he were burning up, his face had
a purplish tinge. He spoke between
clenched teeth.
“I’ll get going all right. But watch
out, Gerard. I’m not through with you.
Miss Schuyler’s all for you, isn’t she?
Have you told her that you’ve been
paying Milly Gooch’s bills? Have you—
Hi—there—you !”
He lunged for the man in front.
Caught him about the waist. Fum¬
bling for holds, the two strained and
panted. The fugitive was smaller, but
fear of a return to prison gave him
superhuman strength. He twisted and
twined about Calloway’s legs until both
went down with a crash. With the
agility of a cat and the cry of an en
raged animal, the victor was on his
feet, whirled, and grabbed the gun
from Gerard's hand. Crouching, he
backed toward the fireplace. Uis eyes
were flames. He aimed the revolver
steadily.
“Beat it, you two guys—and beat it
quick! I’ll keep the pearls—and the
girl.”
Prudence retreated to the wood pile.
She had thought her mind geared to
surprises, but this quick turn stopped
her heart. She couldn’t back away
further; the wood pile was like a wall
behind her. Hadn’t David said that
nine times out of ten when one was
backed against an insurmountable
wall, a gate would open behind if you
put up the fight of your life? Perhaps
there was a gate in this wall—perhaps.
A gate! Cautiously, breathlessly, she
groped behind her.
The convict’s clawlike fingers tight¬
ened on the revolver. He scowled hid¬
eously at Gerard. “Hey, you! Cut out
that eig. stuff! Beat it, or I’ll fire
and—”
With all her force Prudence brought
the dull side of the ax down on his
arm. His sentence shattered into pro
fanity. His gun clattered to the floor.
Gerard seized it, thrust it against his
back as he whirled on Prue.
“Hey! Cut that out!"
“Beat It, or I’ll fire!” Gerard’s words,
if not his voice, were a perfect imita
tion as he prodded the cursing, sham
tiling man toward the door.
Calloway thundered “You’re not let¬
ting him get away, Rod? Don’t you
know he’s the escaped prisoner they’re
hunting?”
“He won't make his get-away with
you at his heels. It's your job to de
liver him to the sheriff after you’ve
frisked Miss Schuyler’s pearls off him.
Get busy, Len.”
How could Rodney be so cool, so
smiling. Prudence wondered frantically.
“He don’t need get busy. Here they
are.” The captive pulled the lovely,
lustrous string from under his ragged,
dirty shirt. Prudence snatched it from
the floor and clutched it tight against
her breast.
“Come across with those jewels!’’
Gerard poked a reminder.
“Lissen, don’t get fresh with the
gat. I’ve coughed up the pearls, ain’t
I—an’ I don’t know nothin’ about no
jewels.”
“Let him go! Let him go! I don’t
care about the jewels. Please let him
go.” The break in Prue’s voice mad
dened her.
The muscles of Gerard's jaw tight¬
ened.
“On your way!” He held out the
revolver. “Take it, Len. Don't let this
bird stop till you have him safe behind
bars."
Calloway gripped the gun. He said
through clenched teeth:
“You’re taking chances. How do
you know I won’t shoot you?”
Rodney Gerard regarded him through
narrowed lids and smiled.
"Because you’re such a Just man,
Len. Drop that ax, Prue, you won’t
need it again.”
“Get going!” Calloway’s fury was
partially expended in the jab he gave
the man at the other end of the re¬
volver.
The door swung on its hinges.
Through the opening came the crack¬
ling of twigs under stumbling, heavy
feet, rough voices. The sounds dwin¬
dled into forest silence.
"Is it s-safe to go now?” With un¬
steady fingers Prue tried to clasp the
pearls about her throat.
“In just a minute. Let me do that.
Bend your head. Gorgeous.”
The husk in Gerard’s voice, his fin¬
gers against the back of her neck set
Prue shivering again.
“What’s the matter?" He looked
down at her skirt. “Your clothes are
soaked. Your lips are blue. How did
you get so wet? That’s a mean bruise.
What happened?”
“Lost my way. Fell into the
b-brook”.
He pulled off his coat. “Put your
arms In. Don’t argue. Do as you're
told. It's not a perfect thirty-six, but
It will help keep you warm.”
“How did you know where I was?”
“Jean got anxious about you.
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The penalty for intimacy is hear¬
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Turned back and met us. That child
has a brain. She knew you shouldn’t
have gone with Calloway. Why, why
did you do it?” '
“Jim wished he could be out of the
way when the g-gang arrived. I tried
to help, and now you c-crab—”
“I’m not crabbing. Don't you know
that I almost lost my mind when Jean
told me where you’d gone? Don’t you
know that I went through h—1 getting
to you? Don’t you know that It’s tor¬
ture for me to see you shiver and
have my hands tied by that infernal
promise I made? If I were to touch
you—”
The caressing break in his voice, the
faint tremor of his lips sent the blood
burning to Prue’s hair.
"Oh, come on! Let's get out of
here!" He pulled a flashlight from
his coat pocket.
“Let’s hurry ! Hurry ! I'm frozen !”
“Go on.”
He followed as she entered the trail.
Every swish of her wet skirts about
her knees sent a million little icy shiv¬
ers coasting along her veins. Gerard
faced her down the trail. The hand
that touched her was like ice. Contri¬
tion swept her.
"You're freezing! Take your coat.
1 don’t need it, r-really 1 don’t.”
“Stop talking. Go on! If you don’t,
I will carry you, and you are not a
fairy, girl.”
He was cold, but of course he
wouldn’t acknowledge It. Had he
heard what Calloway had said about
Milly and money—Ooch, how cold her
legs and feet were—like sticks of Ice!
There! She had put the right one for¬
ward. Now the left—right—left—
right—Had Rodney paid the circus
girl’s bills? Left—right—“Keep on
feet!’’—left—right—march time—the
words were like a merry-go-round.
She couldn’t stop them. The clearing
at last. Copper-red light on the trees.
A fire? No, the sunset! A sky of
rainbow splendor. The color warmed
her, all except her feet. Right—left—
they had frozen—
Someone caught her as she stum¬
bled. Someone picked her up In his
arms.
“How warm—how heavenly—I.eft—
right—Please—p-lease — Jim — Jim—
stop those words going round and
round—”
Someone smothered something be¬
tween his teeth. Someone pulled off
the coat, bundled her Into something
woolly and soft, something that
smelled of tobacco, lifted her into a
car. She was warmer. Those horrid
words had stopped whirling. Why
should she have thought for an instant
that she was with Jim Armstrong?
She looked at the man at the wheel.
“Thank goodness, you have put on
your coat! It would be you—the man
of-the-moment,” she said unsteadily.
He looked straight down Into her
eyes. Straight and deep.
“But all the time you thought I was
Jim.”
Prudence closed her lids tight. That
pesky, “Left!” "Right!” started in
her head again. She had better keep
them open. Rodney Gerard needn’t
growl at her. Suppose she were to re¬
mind him of Miliy Gooch and—lucky
she had found that out in time!
Gerard drew the robe closer about
her.
“Warmer Gorgeous?”
TO BE CONTINUED.
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