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CHAPTER XVI Brena Selcoss raised her head from Colby Pennington's desk and stared at Peter's lawyer with an expression of terror in her parted lips, in her eyes, in her white hands, held out as if to ward away a hideous idea. “You let him go!” she exclaimed In a breaking shaken voice. "Let him go?” asked the astounded Colby. “Why shouldn’t he go? Is there any reason—" It was evident to Brena that this man had not been in Peter’s confidence; he could not know that a call like this had come to the other two men and that Peter might be the third to go. She interrupted him with a ^gesture of impatience, saying, “He left no word —no address—nothing with which to trace him?” “Not with me.” Leaning forward he pressed a pearl button on his desk, then seized a cigar, nipped the end off with his large white teeth, looked again at Brena, lovely in spite of her grief and terror, and threw It back Into the box. Usually Pennington was the master of any nlbeting with a stranger, but now something of that immortal personality which was hers, something in her bearing, something in her eyes, something in that calm of distant mountains that she had regained, held Colby silent until the door of his office opened and the chief clerk stepped In from the cork composition flooring outside onto the noise'ess padded green carpeting insiuu. “Fred!” “Yes, sir.* “Did Mr. DeWolfe say where he was going—did he leave any word with us?” “Yes, sir." “What?" “Why, if Pm not mistaken, Mr. Pennington, he said that he was going to New Orleans, Fort Worth, and a place" called Kremlin Wells, Texas. He was to be there — Excuse me.’’ The chief clerk picked up from the desk the bronze-framed calendar and moved his pencil on it. He said. “He was to be there on the 24th, but gave no address there. The twenty-fourth is four days from now.” “Kremlin Wells, Texas? I never heard of such a place,” said Pennington scowling after the manner of one who dislikes any fact not within the •wing of his own radius. “Nor had L I looked it np. Not in the geography. But it’s in the railroad guide—a way station, probably with a water tank, on the Texas Central and New Mexico—on the desert near the border between the two states, Mr. Pennington. That was all that he said. He left some papers to put In our safe and asked me to open them and attend to them if he was not back in three weeks.” "Thank you,” said Pennington. “Tha’s all, Fred.” “Walt!” Brena had spoken in a low tone, but with that authority sometimes heard in her voice. The chief clerk stopped as If her word had been a bullet in his lungs. “Will you help me?” she said to Peter’s lawyer. “I assure you that he would wish it" Colby looked at her as one would look at a new model of some automobile; at last he nodded. “I want to know the first train leaving New York for St. Louis and Texas,” she said. “I want some one to go for a ticket and reservations to Kremlin Wells or the nearest point. I want a taxicab. I want you to do everything In your power to get me to Kremlin Wells before the’ twentyfourth. It must be done!” Pennington stared at her. “Very unusual,” he muttered. “But I said we’d do It, Miss Selcoss.” Partly because of the assistance of his office force, Brena was on her way ■A ip' ll z h Im Si] m djm i^Mw^ Ip®" “You Let Him Go?” She Exclaimed In a Breaking, Shaken Voice. to St. Louis, without even hand baggage, but within an hour; partly because of It she was on a train that rolled into Dallas through the railroad yards with the shabby wooden settlements, seen again from her berth through the silt of window beneath the curtain as she raised her weight on one elbow. It had not changed completely since she had seen it on her return after Jim Hennepin had disappeared. This morning bogan the 23d •f the month; she had the sense of racing to Kremlin Weils in a contest with death. At the Anal juncthm point of her Isn* Jaoraay. tired, Berv«-wacked hr i

| unremitting heat of night and day and by the strain of suspense, she found it j necessary to wait under a train shed, t where in the waiting-room or on the f platform the mid-day humidity created a smothering steam tilled with the ’ gases belched from locomotive stacks and the ear-smashing explosions from t engine exhausts and the Impact of car couplers. The train for the West was । three hours late. She could not leave ( the station; she walked back and forth, her weary eyes held open wide by will, ( her jaw flrm. And dogging every step she took was the fear that she would be too late, that when daylight came on the twenty-fourth she would not yet be at her destination. The conductor on the westbound mall was not of the same mind. Beautiful young women traveling alone do not alight everyday In “holes in the desert” as he called the Wells; he considered it less desirable to set her down some time in the dark hour between three and four. He said the place consisted of a siding, a water tank, a general store, live houses, two saloonk where roulette wheels were going during the sheep herders’ season, an adobe ruin and a hotel with three rooms above a bar. “I am sure It will be all right,” said Brena. “But even If It were not I would have to leave this train there.” At about three the porter woke her. There were ten minutes of dressing, and then she heard the whine of the brakes, and with muddy, sleep-thick-ened senses, with the ache of stiff bones and muscles and nerves after the heat, the inadequate sleep and the strain, she felt out from the lower step with one foot into the bottomless depths of blackness for the boards of the platform. When the soft night breeze that flowed In a steady stream from the southwest had blown the daze away as if It were a dust that had settled on her, the train had been swallowed In the dark. She could hear the splash of water leaking from the bottom of the railroad tank and occasionally the heat lightning on the horizon covered the desert toward the south with the white flare of a photographer’s flashlight powder, disclosing the vast expanse broken by black patches of desert vegetation. But her attention was now held by a dim swinging lantern that came toward her out of the black plush of the dark, as if It came with volition and movement of Its own. When this light came close to her, she felt an Impulse to leap back into the dark as one who is desperate might leap Into the depths of black waters; when the light was raised toward her face so that Its possessor might see her, she wished that she had fled. The face on the other side of the light was the essence of brutality—the black pupils In bloodshot eyes, the sun-baked skin drawn taut over Immense protruding cheek bones, the thin wrinkled upper lip over a full red drooping under lip, the broad, wide nostrils, the thick gleaming muscular neck of the halfbreed Mexican and Indian. Brena closed her fingers under cover of the dark and made the pressure of nails In her own palm summon her will to put her face nearer his and to speak before he could speak, so that she might escape from all manner of being on the defensive. She said In a firm voice, “I came to find some one.” The other grunted incredulously. “He came here within a day or two.” The Mexican raised one dark hand and pulled the long lobe of one ear; his expression was crafty. He said, “Maybe so, quien sabe?” “At the hotel,” she suggested. The man with the lantern raised it again to look at her; -he was silent, and then suddenly he grinned. “Oh, at hotel, eh? Ila! I know heem. Certain. At-the hotel. He cume by big automobile.” “Fefer DeWolfe?” The other shook his head; he did not know. He said in a soothing, coddling voice, “S’all ri', missy. You come, eh?” He beckoned with a finger. Brena nodded and followed him as he walked on before, the lantern swinging at his knees, the shadows of his dark short bowed legs scissoring on the gravel and the noncommittal dark beyond in every direction squirming and alive with black maggots of fear. Suddenly the lantern illumined an entrance cut In a high adobe wall. The man, turning around, said In his petting voice, “Come.” Brena stepped through into an enclosure without roof; the stars of the sky shone down with their little white needles of light. The lantern, however, now threw its I light upon a little two-story wooden building within the old walls. This structure was dark below except for the lantern's light flung from the glass; its faint two squares of windows above were black on either side of a doorway reached by narrow rickety wooden stairs built on the exterior of the house. “Up,” commanded the Mexican with his hand on the rail. Brena hesitated. “I take you to heem.” She began to ciimb, gripping the hand-pollshed rail to steady her nerves by the force of her own ann muscles. “In! This my house. I keep for Mister Glaub. In!” She passed by him as he flattened himself against the door jamb. Four closed doors, unpainted and covered with penciled signatures, dates, arithmetic, and scrawled faces and verses, almost filled the walls of the narrow seven feet of square wall. With a grunt, like a pig’s, the Mexican opened one of these doors and plucked at Urena's elbow. “Look! What I say? This heem?” The lantern’* circle of Light rose and

3 widened as he held it higher until it t covered a cot on which a waking , sleeper was pushing himself up on one » arm and reaching under a pillow with - the other hand. ? “A lady,” the Mexican said, and putj ting the lantern on the bare boards, he i slid out and closed the door. r The man on the cot sprang up, i raised the lantern, and at the end of s a high exclamation he gasped for an- , other breath and ejaculated, “Brena!" “Yes, Peter. Thank God. Peter, I i came in time." I “Time —time for what? I’m all right. i dear. I cabled you to wait.” “I'd started, Peter. I didn’t get It.” “They told you In New’ York?” “Yes, Peter, they said you'd had a call." “I didn’t say bo, dear. I said I had business here." “I don’t care—you forget. You are the third—l couldn't stand it, Peter. It was you—that’s different.” “You’re tired out.” He held the lantern higher again. “No, I’m not, Peter," she said, with a brisk unconvincing lie. “I want you to be glad I came.” He dropped the lantern; It went out. He put his arms around her and bent her head close to his shoulder as he patted her hair with the open palm of his hand. He said. “Glad? Me? Glad? Brena! I can’t say it, dear. The cup runs over at the brim!" “I’ve been in mortal fear, Peter,” she whispered and shivered In his - " ZhMm /A \i WvSX “Look! What I Say? Thia Heem?" arras. “I thought I had sent you away to your end—the thing that took the others.” “No,” said he. “Can you tell, Peter?” “I can’t tell —sure. I can guess. 1 guess I’m going to fix everything. If • not, there's something too big—too । ghastly—” “But if you never came back to me —if anything —” She stopped. “Why Peter, I flung myself down sometimes. I prayed to be forgiven for ever having spoken to you. I begged relief from the hideous idea that I had let you start at all.” “Look here,” he said severely. “Did you send me that warning— to the steamer?” She was silent. “Answer.” “Yes. I thought I must stop you. dear.” “Bad business,” he said. “Look here. Brena. For the first time in my life I've been figuring what a real partnership reallj- means. And it can’t exist without perfect unbroken truth—playing the game, not separately, but together —all the time —an unbroken record.” She said, “I know. There isn't much to say. My fear. My conscience. And It was you who were going to take the I risk. Not anybody else, Peter —and 1 loved you. I took the paper from a package from the chemist’s shop. I wrote." "It won’t do,” he said harshly. “It Is a bad spot on the fruit.” For a long time she sat on the edge of his cot without a word. At last, “Peter.” “Yes."

City’s Dwellings All Built on Log Rafts

One of the oddest cities In the world Is Simoon Sound on the coast of British Columbia. The entire place Is made up of floating dwellings. The chief Industry In that section is logging and most of the work is done on the sides of steep cliffs where it is almost Impossible to build a house. Then, too, the loggers are continually moving to new sites. So they solve their housing problem by building comfortable dwellings of cedar shakes, similar to shingles only about twice the size and rougher, on log rafts. The loggers live In these raft houses for many years, towing their homes to new sites for logging. A number of years ago one enterprising logger tied his raft house up at the place called Simoon Sound. As the anchorage was good and the location was sheltered from wind gales, he started a store. Gradually other floating dwellings were added until now steamships make regular calls to the port and the government has established a post office there. The main street of this floating city has all been connected and considerable city beau tifying has been done. Flowers have been-planted along the way in old canoes and the storekeeper has a garden in eart ^filled bo*L Id the winter

“Tell me, Peter. There must have been times when you wondered about me —doubted me—questioned me. Did you keep faith?” He waited, but his answer was clear. It was not only an answer to her question ; in his voice there was more—an understanding of the truth that right and wrong are not readily divided with a high impassable wall between them. There is a teetering, and that which counts is the spirit of the game, that leads one to put weight most often on the right end. All this he said to her in the one word: “No!” After a moment her hand came through the dark into his. “I think we are all right, Peter,” she said. “If we can ever have each other, dear—forever—l think we could—" “Do what?” “Work out something pretty fine." “We will," he said. "I'm almost as the point where I score, Brena. I’ve brought a high-powered car here. Two hundred-odd miles into this hell of desert. And tomorrow. I go tomorrow." He struck a match and relit the lantern. “Tell me, Peter." she said, brushing the red-gold hair back from her fore- , head. “I did tell you. I said I had a theory —a theory about where they went — j Hennepin first —and Pannalee. If I am not right, heaven help us! I’ve not been afraid yet—not In my real self. If I’m right I'll laugh at myself for toting a gun around and for a lot of fool Ideas I’ve had. But If I’m wrong now. I’d be afraid. I’m no coward, but । I’d squirm with fear!” Her eyes were full of a troubled ex pression. "But you don’t tell me, Peter." “I can’t.” “Why not?" “Because If I was wrong It would always appear to you that I had been the Inventor of Injustice. Let me test 1 your faith In me, Brena. Give me | three days more." “Yes, but when you ride off Into the j desert—to danger, you said, provided ' you were wrong— I’m going too." “You can't.” “Yes, I am going with you. Peter." “It might be too hideous.” “I am going." The strange authority with which she sometimes spoke was now in her voice and in her eyes; It was as if she were speaking, not out of herself alone, but were one who voiced a decree of those who had willed an inexorable end. "Let me show you then where we are going." he mi id with his lipa pressed together. “Let me show you : a map. Let me tell you how we shall ; have to steer our way over a trnlllesa ■ waste by compass as if we were at sea! It’s a country of terrible dlsI tunces and heat and thirst. If the car ! breaks down they’d never hear of us." "We'd be out there for years,” she i said in the voice of one w ho in a great I happiness feels sleep pulling down the eyelids, drawing its mists across the mind. "We'd have our handslike this —together. But very bony, 1 suppose. I'd rather—do that, Peter —than —not have—each other—” He picked her up tn his arms. He felt her limp weight pulling at his shoulders. He heard her whispering, | “I'm not ill. Peter. I'm just, tired. And I don't have to pretend with you, do • I?” He felt her warm breath. He put her down at full length on the cot and sitting on the floor beside i her he moved his fingertips across her J white forehead. Iler profile of features, of body, of drapery, made him think of the queens and saints carved in marble on the tops of sarcophagi in I ancient abbeys; lying in this sordid little room, her face turned toward the smoky ceiling, nevertheless she had I their calm, their suggestion of belonging to great emotions, a season of great deeds and to some grand con- ; tinuity. Brena had been carved by a great sculptor, and the limp hand that | still rested In sleep upon his bare neck ! was warm with the promise of living 1 expectancies. CHAPTER XVH Brena. who had slept long and restfully in spite of the stinging dry heat, had awakened before the sun had gone down to find Peter was attending to the last details of equipping the high-

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powered car that he had bought in El Paso. It was below the window in the old courtyard with the crumbling adobe wall. '“Hello,” he had said, looking up. “You just missed seeing the population of this town. The entire ten were here. They don’t know we’re going to strike Into the desert Instead of going eastward.” He had held up his fingers to count on them. “We’re all provisioned now —from the general store —gasoline cans, water In demijohns, matches, canned beans and other things, a bottle of olives, guaranteed very old, and one paper napkin. I say—why do you ever do your hair up at all? It’s rather wonderful, falling all around like that.” "I didn't take it down." “No, I did. I ran It through my fingers like a miser with his gold—and his untarnished copjier threads. If a miser has them too. Why not braid it? We're going where there are no fashions, Brena.” “Today?" “Tonight. There’ll be a white moon as big as a’plate for hours. We'll make a hundred miles at least through the , depression that runs along the bed of ' some prehistoric torrent to the northwesL Thanks to old Father Carlos, the hard-headed Jesuit, it’s on the map. Easy to follow.” When the purple crepe of evening had been spread over the baking sands and the stars hnd been set out in their 1 Infinite careless pattern In the high desert sky, the car. with opened muffler. turned her no*» out of the trail that followed the line of the railroad and began tn kick the sand behind as if she were a hound. It was as If she were leaving forever the sight and memory of mankind. This country Is without merry tn living things. After thirty miles of hard pulling through the bare loose- । surfaced plain, tossed gently about as If they were riding In a motorboat . over the long rollers of the sea. they saw before them on the crest of a sand wave a running pack of coyotes, who ; came up suddenly, black against the . moonlight like dog fish lifted Into sight on a wave. But after that al! vegetation nnd even the cacti which stood like trained seals, their flappers held out ns if ready to begin n dance, became sparwe. and the emptiness was that of the frontier of death Itself. Peter turned to look at Brena. Her face. Illumined by the moon, was lifted a little; with the hair blown back by the hot wind, her eyes glistened like i those of one who rides toward battle In a calm spirit. She felt, perhaps, his gaze. and. turning, smiled. She wondered why he had been unwilling to tell her why they went, what he sought, the facts he had found. “Will you tell me—afterward?" she ,asked. "Yea—ls I win," he answered. “I will tell you then. Before that I’ve no particular right to do It —not till I'm sure. The thing is too tremendous!” When the moon had reached the bottom of the bowl of the sky, DeWolfe looked again at hla speedometer. "Did you notice that our searchlight no longer picks up little Insects and turns them Into flashes of silver?” he asked. “Yes.” He stopped the car to fill the radiator. “We are coming Into the most arid land in the world, where no raia falls ■ and there is no dew. It is the country ;of eternal stillness. There is no life; not even the insects exist here. There is no motion. There is no sound. ; Listen!" Brena looked about at the great flat disk of the desert as she stood with her hand on Peter's shoulder; it was : like a world of hardened concrete, without flexibility, without a motion. ; She listened and heard only her heart and the throb of silence that comes I only in places of utter stillness. "I’m glad I’m with you, Peter,” she said. "There Is a threat here, isn’t there?” He nodded. "We’ve been seventyfive miles. To a man on foot without water that would be death —a horrible death with the sand dragging at the feet —just like the flies one sees trying to pull their legs along fly paper, with the heat burning all moisture out of the body, with the silence and the stillness inviting him to madness, and his aching limbs gradually turning hts footpath around and around in smaller circles to a center of death.” Peter had driven his car over the great flat disk, scarred with irregularity, but nevertheless like a talking machine record with Its tiny Impressions. The hours had called for endurance of smarting eyes that had stared so long for gullies or chasms, and of aching arm muscles that had held the twists and tugs of the front wheels. He allowed the car to come to a stop and shut off the engine. “Both of us need a rest and water,” he said to Brena. “And you need breakfast.” (TO EE CONTINUED.) 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