Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 150, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 November 1922 — Page 8

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%RAMINGj|j fa ROBERT W CHAMBEOS^^

(Continued) CHAPTER 11. Guided by Quintana’s directions, thè three had made a wide detour to thè east, steering by compas3 for thè cross-roads beyond Star Pond. In a dense growth of cedars, on a little ridge traversina net land. Quintana halted to llsten. Sard and Sanchez, supposlng hlm to be at thelr heels, continued on, pushing their way blindly through thè cedars, cllnglng to thè hard ridge in terror of sink-holes. But their progress was very slow; and they nere stili In sight, flghting a painful path amld thè evergreens, when Quintana suddenly squatted dose to thè moist earth behind a juniper busti. At flrst, except for thè thrashing of Sard and Sanchez through thè massed obstructions ahead, there was not a sound in thè woods. But, presentii’, carne a soft, swift rhythm like thè pace of a forest creature in haste —a discreetly liurryìng tread which was more a series of light earth-shocks than sound. Quintana, kneeling on one knee, lifted hls plstol. He already felt thè slight vibration of thè ground on thè hard ridge. The cedars were moving just beyond him now. He waited until, through thè parted foliage, a face appeared. The loud report of his plstol struck Sard with thè horror of paralysis. -Sanchez faced about with one spring, snarling, a weapon In either hand. In thè terrlble sllence they could hear something heavy floundering in thè bushes. choklng, moaning, thudding on thè ground. Sanchez began to creep hack: Sard. more dead than alive, crawled at his heels. Presently they saw Quintana, walst deep in juniper, looking down at something. And when they drew closer they saw Georgiades lying on his back under a cedar. thè whole front of his shirt from chest to belly a sopping mess of blood. There seemed no need of explanation. The dead Greek lav there where he had not been expected, and hls two pistols lay beside him where they had fallen. Sanchez looked stealthìiy at Quintana. who said softlv: “Blen suro. * * * In his loft side pocket, I believe.” Sanchez laid a cool hand on thè dead man’s heart; then. satisfled, rummaged until he sound Georgiadesshare of thè loot. Sard, hurriedly displaying a pair of clean but shaky hands, made thè division. When thè three men had silently posketed what was allotted to each. Quintana pushed curiously at thè dead man with thè toe of his slioe. "Peste!” he remarked. "I had place, for security, a ver’ large diamon’ In my pistol barrel. Now it ls withln thè Interior of this gentleman. *• *” He turned to Sanchez: ”I sell hlm to you. One sapphlre. Tes?” Sanchez shook hls head with a slight sneer: "We wait—if you want your diamond. mon capltaine.” Quintana hesitated, then made a grimace and shook hls head. “Xo,” he said, “he has swaliow. Let him digest. Allons! March!” But aster they had gor.e on—2oo vards, perhaps—Sanchez stopped. “Well?” inqulred Quintana. Then, with a sneer: “I now recolec’ that ■ >nce you have been a butcher in Madrid • • • Suit your tas - e. i‘ami Sanchez.”

Sard gazed at Sanchez out of sick- • ned eyes. “You keep away from me untll ou’ve washed yourself,” he burst out, revolted. “Don’t you come near me ;tll you’re clean!” Quintana laughed and seated hlmself. Sanchez, with a hang-dog glance at him, turned and sneaked back on thè rail they had traversed. Before he was out of sight Sard saw hlm fish >ut a Spanish knife from his liip pocket and unclasp tt. Sanchez made no effort to find them. They had been pone half an hour before he had flnished thè business ihat had turned him back. As he fetood there, examining hts •lothing, and washing what he could of thè ominous stalns from sleeve and shoe. very far away to thè north he heard a curlous noise—a far, faint sound such as he never before had heard. If lt were a voice of anv sort there was nothing human about it. * • • Probably some sort of unknown bird. • • • perhaps a bird of prey. • • • That was naturai, considering thè attraction that Georgtades would bave for such creatures. • • • If lt were a bird it must be a large c<ne, he thought. • • Beeause there was a eertain volume to thè ery. • • • Perhaps it was a beast, aster all. • * • Some unknown beast of thè forest. • * Sanchez was suddenly afraid. Scarcely knowing what he was doing he began to run along thè edge of thè bog. He was tired, or thought he was. but thè alarmlng sounds were filling his ears now: thè entlre forest seemed full of them. echoing in all directions, coming in upon him from everywhere, so that he knew not in which direction to run. The next instant he fell headlong • ver a 1 erige, struck water, felt himsi If whirled around in thè icy, rushing current, rolled over, tumbled through rapids, blinded, deafened, choked, swept helplessly in a vast rreen wall of water toward mmething that thundred in his brain an instant, then dashed It into roaring chaos. Half a mile down thè turbulent outiet of Star Pond —where a great slieet •>f green water pours thirty feet into thè tossing foam below —and spinning. (lipping. diving. bobbing up like a lost ine aster thè drive, thè body of Senor Sanchez danced all alone in thè wiidemess. spilling from soggy pockets diamonds, sapphires, rubies. • rneralds, into crystal cavea where r.nly thè sbadows of slim trout stirred. Very far away to thè eastward Quintana steod listening, elutehing Sard by one sleeve to silence him. Presentir he said: "My frien’. somebody is hunting with houn's in fhis fores*. •‘Don't leave me:” gasped thè ternfied diatnond broker. *‘l don't know where to go—” Quintana faced bim abruptly—with a- terrifying smiie and glimmer of

wliite teeth —and shoved a pistol into thè fold of fat beneath Sard's doublé chìn: “You hear those dogs? Yes? Ver* well; I also. Run, now. I say to you ;un ver’ damn qulck. He! Houp! Allez vous en! Beat eet!” i.. .iiu.i, sm , 1... S A X C II E Z TI'RXED AND •SNEAKED BACK OX THE TEA IL THEY lIAD TRAVERSED. on hls fleshy ear with thè pistol barrei, and Sard gave a muffled shriek which was more like thè squeak of a frlghtened animai. “My God Quintana —” he sobbed. Then Quintana's eyes blazed murder: and Sard turned and ran lumbering through thè thicket like a stanipeded ox. crashing on amid withered brake, white birch scrub and brier, not knowing whither he was headed, crazed with terror. Sard could not run very far. He could scarcely stand when he pulled up and clung to thè trunk of a tree. More dead than alive he embr&ced thè tree. gulping horribly for air, every fat-lncrusted organ laboring, his senses swimming. And now, directly ahead, he saw clear gray skv low through thè trees. The wood’s edge! He began to run. As he emerged from tlie edge of thè woods, walst-deep in brush and Weeds, wide beforo his blood-shot eyes spread Star Pond. Even in his half-stupefied Brain there was memory enougli left for recognition. He remenibered thè lake. His gaze traveled to thè westward: and he saw Clinch's Dump standing below, staik, silent, thè doors swinging open in thè wind. And aster a long while he ventured nearer, slinkiug through brush and frosted weed, creeping behind bowld ers, edging always closer and dose; to that silent house where nothing moved except thè wind-blown door. And now, at last, he set a furtive foot tipo thè threshold, tlp-toed in, peered here and there, sidled to thè dining rooni, peered in. When, at length, Emanuel Sard discovered that Clinch's Dump was tenantless, he made straight for thè pantrv. Here was cheese, crackers, ari appiè pie, half a x dozen bottles ot home-brewc-d beer. He loaded his arma with all they could carry. stole through thè dancehall out to thè veranda, which overlooked thè lake. And here Sard slaked his raging thirst ami satlated tlie gnawing appetite of thè obese, than which there i 3 no crueler torment to ari inerì liver and cllstended pauncli. Munching, guzzling, watching, Sard squatted just wlthin tlie veranda doorway. anxiously considering iils obances. In all that panorama of forest, swale, and water thè only thing that had alarnied him at all by moving was something in thè water. When fìrst he noticed it he almost swooned, for he took it to be a swimming dog. In his agitation he had riseti to hls feet, and then thè swimming creature almost frightened Sard out of his senses, for it tilted suddenly and went down with a report like tlie crack of a pistol. He dimly remetnbered hearing that i beavers behaved that way. Watching thè water he saw thè out there in thè lake again, swimming in erratic circles, its big, dcg-like head well out of thè water. It certainly was no dog. A beaver, maybe. Whatever it was, Sard didn’t care any longer. Shivering, Sard |!Hed his mouth w ith appiè pie and cheese and pulled thè cork from anotber bottle of homebrewed beer. (To Be Continued)

STINNES PLANS TO lIMH RUSSIA Will Place Own Correspondents in Industriai Centers to Aid Trade. Bu T'nitnl Premi MOSCOW, Xnv. 2. —Hugo Stinnes, thè spectacular German Industriai prince, is preparing for a peaceful invasion of Russia by nteans of thirty correspondents of thè Telegraphen Union of which Stinnes hoids a mapority of stock. The pian eontem plates pia ring a oorrespondent in every lmportant Russian center, they to submit reguiar reports on thè economie and industriai situation in their respective distriets. Tliis would indicate that thè Stinnes group in* tends to force itself luto Russian trade at thè earliest opportunity. Paper Money t ancelle! Rii Vnitrii Prts* MOSCOW, Xov. 2. —The State Bank announced that all paper money issced by thè Ozarist, Kerensky and hrst Soviet administration had heen cancelled Oct. 3. Ali exception was made in thè case of .">O.OOO. .itlu.ooo and 1.000,000, .">.000,000 and 10.000.000 ridde notes, which tuli not be deelared worthless until thè next January. The 50.000,000 notes of thè 1922 issile were alito caneelled Oct. 1.

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