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CAST OF CHARACTERS ROBERT BARRY—hero, explorer. MELISSA LANE — heroine, Barry's Partner. HONEY BEE GIRL—Indian; member of Barry's party. HADES JONES—pioneer; Barry's party.

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Yesterday: Hades calls Holliman’s game. At the same time the Indian girl denies knowledge of Bob and Melissa’s whereabouts. Concern for them Dow mounts.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN OB and Mary Melissa had completely lost not only their sense of direction, but any sense of time. The absolute darkness in which they were living made sane, normal thinking almost impossible.

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where from 12 to 24 hours,” Bob guessed. “But it might just seem that long, and really be less.” They dared not separate more than a few feet, lest ‘they be lost from each other.

not move save by crawling and feel-

ing with their hands, lest they fall and be Killed. “It'll be something to tell our grandchildren,” suggested ‘Lissa, trying to be brave. “A real adventure.” “Correct,” agreed Bob. Neither added the “if” which was uppermost in their minds.

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HERE had been no more kisses, after the first one. It was supremely delicious to Bob, but he had asked it in a spirit more of comradeship than of love, doing the best he could to boost her spirits. It had been a lingering kiss. And it had been warmly returned. He | had wanted to kiss her again and | again—to hold her fiercely and pour out the declaration of love which had suddenly enveloped him. But he must be fair. He couldn't take advantage of the girl under stress of circumstances like this. The thought made him a bit more formal for a half hour or so, but their mutual danger soon enveloped them. Then he tried singing. “Sailing, sailing, Over the bounding waves—" His big baritone filled the unseen

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—before we lose normal control entirely!” he whispered it fiercely. “Yes, Bob?” “I love you, Mary Melissa, I have always loved you, I guess.” “Kiss me again, please. I have loved you—longer than always!” He held her, patted her. “We'll stick it out as long as humanly possible, sweetheart. I am not afraid to die. I—am sorry, for | you. But the end comes somewhere, somehow, no matter wnat we do in

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life. If this is ours, I can die happy. now. But I wish I might have loved vou longer.” “It’s—all rfght,” she whispered. “I am not afraid. I have you.” Hunger. And bodily weakness. And the intense thirst, the choking, knotting of throat muscles. Ringing in the ears. Mirages of sound and sight, even the subterranean darkness. Hysteria was bound to be near, they felt.

(To Be Continued)

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hands and added: “We need a good shortstop, Barney, and I think you could fill the bill.” Barney gritted his teeth. No, he had to win that prize. “I've got work to do,” he shouted back. Forlornly, he returned to his desk and set himself doggedly at digesting the verses. = » ”

ATURDAY after Saturday it was the same. The prize, the prize. He thought of nothing else. Going to school he repeated the arduous lines. When, for a few months, a word or a phrase set its heels and refused to march in memory’s pa-

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auditorium. The novelty of it caused them both to laugh, which was well. ’Lissa clapped her hands, entered into the spirit of it. “Can you do imitations also, Mr. Ginsberg?” she teased. “No, but have you heard my tap dancing?” o o = E beat out a drum rhythm with two rocks on a giant stalagmite near them. “I'm really Bill Robinson traveling incognito, you know. See how dark I am!” He kept up the silliness, because it diverted them both. It was nevertheless fantastic, there in the cavern. Somehow they couldn't force the blackness out of their consciousness, even by play. Bob was talking and singing very loud. When they were both weary, he suggested that they try to sleep. They lay prone, touching each other for consolation, and were st¥l for perhaps two or three hours. And although neither actually slept, strength was restored. “Do you suppose it’s—tomorrow?” Tissa asked, when they were aroused again. © “Probably. Maybe day after. Here, I am rationing the chocolate bar. Feel my hand. Just a bit, but it'll lessen the gnawing.” The “gnawing” was rather acute, rightly enough. Moreover, Mary Melissa and Bob had the extreme added suffering of thirst. They didn’t mention it, but each found it difficult even to swallow the bite of chocolate candy. 2 = BN

” 0OO0-HOO!” Bob shouted, just to keep up spirits. It hurt his throat some, but he thought it justified. Anything now seemed better than just sitting, or eternally crawling and feeling to no avail. “Echo! Echo!” he called, because he had heard one. A faint repeat of it shot back at him. “That means were in a pretty big room, with some sort of flat wall opposite,” he told Lissa. They tried wo crawl toward it, but they came repeatedly to the drop-off —the ledge over which the lantern had fallen. Or perhaps another like it, they couldn't be sure.

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OB threw some rocks. Many of them hit and bounded, hit and hit again, rolled and were quiet. It must be a long way down, somewhere, the boy and girl agreed. “HEY DOWN THERE, ECHO!” Bob yelled. They listened, but the phrases were too long. Only a jumble of noise reverberated. They sat silent, in increasing if unspoken despair, holding hands again. A second or so passed. Then—— “Hey! Hey!” A faint sound, an exclamation, came out of the darkness! Bob felt ’Lissa become tense, knew she had heard it too. His own heart was pounding. “Lissa!” he barely whispered it. Then—"“HEY! HELP!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. It came back, but it was too long for an echo: “eh-eh-eh!”

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T was unnatural, weird. Bob strained to determine the direction. “Pray God it's coming from above!” he said, squeezing ’Lissa’s arm. “It may be help from up there, just echoing and seeming to come from below us!” It might have been but—it wasn't. “No! NO-no! NO-0-0O!” The last was almost a scream, as Mary Melissa spoke it. “No, Bob! It’s not help! We're—crazy or something. I saw a light flash—away below—in imagination I guess. Oh!” She was sobbing, and he held her close. He shut his own eyes, tightening his muscles trying to regain control. ‘He knew their trouble. He had heard of hallucinations that bedevil people facing slow death from hunger and thirst. Thirst takes rapid toll in the arid West country. Bob's own tongue felt very thick, and his legs were weak. How much more ‘Lissa must be suffering, he knew,

NASHAMEDLY, then he kissed her, and she kissed him back.

Bae BARTON repeated the tricky lines to himself several

times: “Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. Little we see in nature that is ours . . .”

His 10-year-old mind flitted out the window and cavorted, lazy as a | dragon fly, across lawns and among | trees. For an hour on this spring | Saturday afternoon he had been sit- | ting in his room studying the poem and memorizing it in deliberate, | painful bites.

The words, in his frank opinion, | were a little nuts—but all poetry was. Excepting the two line ticklers a guy scribbled in his reader to the effect that “If this book should chance to roam, kick its pants and send it home.” That made sense. That got you somewhere.

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AINTLY in the distance he could hear the shouts of Mugsy Mc- | Murtry, Squidge Williams and the gang playing baseball on the corner lot. Barney gritted his teeth and brought his errant vision back to the dull page spread out before him. Nothing on earth could have induced him to spend Saturday afternoon in his room except the swell prize promised the boy who, in the opinion of old Mr. J. T. C. Gardens, spoke the best piece on the last day of school. “A very beautiful prize,” Miss Wolkes had said.

“It might be a ketcher’s mit,” ruminated Barney. And acourse, it might be a pitcher's glove, or a fishing pole, wrapped in silk and shellacked like Mugsy’s.

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HEN the announcement of the forthcoming prize had been made Barney went directly to Miss Wolkes, the home-room teacher, and put his case concisely. “I got to win that prize, Miss Wolkes. I just got to. I figure you know more what an old gentleman like Mr. Gardens would like, so will you please pick out my poem?” “Surely, Bernard,” Miss Wolkes agreed, smiling. The expression was both wry and helpless; she knew what was coming next but there was nothing she could do about it. “Mr. Gardens,” she explained, taking a book from her desk, “is a nature lover. I think he would enjoy this work.” She handed the volume to Barney, and he read—with consternation sufficient to cause the swallowing of his gum—“Thanatopsis.”

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“YJLL learn it,” nodded Barney with the same grim courage that had wrested a whistling admiration from the doctor who had set both Barney's arms many months ago. The kids didn’t know about his arms. The splints had been taken off before Barney came to Frenville, but he had to be careful. The doctor said so. Barney didn’t tell the kids because they would have thought he was cry-babying if he had tried to explain how the car rolled over down the hill, glass flying, someone screaming and the awful dark closing in.

HEY knew—from overheard conversations—that “poor little Bernard” was an orphan and had come to live with Aunt Margaret. This only increased the juvenile suspicion that Barney was a jelly bean. “I'll show em,” muttered Barney, thrusting out his lower lip. “I'll win this swell prize and by that time my arms will be well enough to knock a flock of balls clear out of the lot. Maybe the prize might even be a good bat. Gosh.” He read over the next two lines and, chewing them between his teeth, walked over to the window. He could watch the kids from here. Mr. Clenton was refereeing as he did nearly every Saturday afternoon, after the bank was closed. It was too bad Mr. Clenton didn’t have any boys of his own, Barney thought fleetingly; he would make such a superswell dad. » ” ”

UGSY MMURTRY caught sight of Barney at the window. “Come on down, dope,” he yelled. Mr. Clenton beckoned. When

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rade, Barney mentally lashed himself until his forehead dripped and a mustache of frenzied dew oozed from his upper lip. He had to win that prize. The crucial day finally arrived.

Old Mr. Gardens sat on the platform beside Miss Wolkes. To Barney his face seemed to have been

nodded with the mildly humorous

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ARNEY was the last speaker on the program. His ringing voice delivered “Thanatopsis” with such fervor as had seldom been employed in a classroom. Never once did he falter. With the assurance that accompanies a consciously good performance he dared insert a few sweeping gestures. An awed silence stifled the whispers of the usually snickering children. After the applause had died, Mr. Gardens trotted over and rested his hand on Barney's head. “My lad,” he quavered, “the prize is yours. And & very appropriate one it is. This beautiful rosebush is my gift to you for your rendition of a beautiful poem.” In the stunned silence Barney noticed the gang exchanging horrorstricken glances. Well, he'd show them he was a good sport, anyway. He swallowed twice and summoned his voice: “Thank you, Mr. Gardens. I want to present this pretty rosebush to the school, to be planted wherever you think it would be nice. And we'll call it Mr. Gardens’ rose —forever.” Mr. Clenton walked home with Barney. “I've got kind of a cold.” admitted Barney, sniffing carefully. “Always in spring I get a cold.”

E- ” 2 " E, too,” agreed Mr. Clenton. “By the way, I picked up a swell bargain in a catcher’s mitt, a

bat and a ball the other day. Matter of fact, I bought them purposefully for the boy who won Mr. Gardens’ award.” “How do you mean?” demanded Barney, stopping in his tracks at this glorious news and forgetting the tear streaks down his cheeks. “Don’t tell the gang and I'll tell you a secret,” confided Mr. Clenton. "Quite a few years ago I wor a prize from Mr. Gardens. That year it was a half-dozen pomegranates in a wicker basket. It took me all summer and seven fights to live it down.”

THE END (Copyright, 1937)

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