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CHAPTER VII
“You be alone," he said. “You
told me that fella North ain’t this
side the water, and the Hastings j
woman likely don’t know you're I
coming. Who's going to look for you
if you can’t get away from the inn?
Won’t it be taken for a fact you
drownded on the Tempera’”
"Why in the world would they i
want to keep me at the inn?’’
“I could tell you," G*lt said un-
happily. “Lot o’ rough uns coming j
to the inn, time to time. 1—just
don't aim to take you there. That's
an end to it. I aim to go now, and
come back for you and make for
Horntown after dark, to-night.”
"Suppose you don’t get to the
mainland, now?"
Galt looked at the placid sky and
dancing water. “Why?"
"It could storm — you could 1
drown."
"That be foolfch ’’ He turned back
to the dinghy. “I can tell you this
I will come back for you. And if
I'd been your fine David North, I
wouldn’t on no account missed that
Tempora barkentine. I wouldn’t of
sent a note, I’d have been there.”
Lark said scornfully, ragingly,
"You—you . . . you're not fit to pol-
ish the boots of a man like David
North You're—”
"I ain’t studying ’bout polishing
his boots." Galt pushed the dinghy
loose from the wet clinging beach.
"I just said truth. I’d have been
there I’ll be here tonight.”
"Ponies.” Galt dropped down at
once, out of sight against the side of
the boat. "Lie flat. Lark.”
"They land at the point,” Lark
said indifferently. "I've seen them
do It time and again, since I've
been here There’s some soft grass
in the valley they like.” Galt nod-
ded, watching.
And then the indifference, the
hopelessness was washed from Lark
because she saw the lead horse, the
big red-brown stallion, rising from
the water, finding his footing on the
rocky point, standing there in the
marsh grass, wet, gleaming, mag-
nificent. dwarfing the ponies that
swarmed up about him.
"That’s Red Raslcall!" She bare-
ly made the w'ords. "Look, Galt!
That’s the horse I told you about.
He’s come back. ... If we could
only—Don’t you move! I think he
sees us!”
"If he was but the stallion named
Lancer," Galt said excitedly, "and
we could but snare him, Squire Ter-
raine would give a hundred pound
reward for him. So I heard him say,
and that’s what his posted reward
offers. I read it. A special re-
ward.”
He brought a coil of tarred rope,
from under the prow seat of the
dinghy, and handed it to Lark. "See
can you fashion a halter, while I
creep to the ridge top. If we could
get a hand on, we’d have to have a
way to hold him, and I don’t like to
noose him. Too much chance he’ll |
choke himself. I’ve seen many a
pony do that. They be wilder than i
loons."
He looked back and beckoned and
she followed, conscious of the rus-
tling noise of her salt-crusted skirts,
afraid she might cough or sneeze, ;
tense with hope and excitement.
Red Raskall was grazing a little
beyond the herd, and Galt and Lark
slipped back down the ridge to the
beach and ran along quietly swift-
ly. until Galt said they must be
about opposite the horse now, if he
hadn’t moved too much.
"Does he get back in the midst
of ’em,” he said breathlessly, “we’ll
never get near him.”
They eased hack up the ridge, and
lark, raising her cautious head to
,ook over its top, was electrified to
see him just beyond them, just a
bare few feet away, there. . . .
“Galt—let me try!" Lark laid the
rope halter down. "I’m sur* he’ll j
know me. I believe I can—”
She crept from the shelter of the i
scrub growth, down the steep and
sandy ridge side, on her knees. The
horse was facing upwind. . . . With
enormous care and caution Lark be-
gan to stand up. She could almost
reach out and touch him. . . . Softly,
all but soundlessly, she whistled,
soothingly, coaxingly. She spoke his
name, “Whoa, Lancer, whoa, boy,
easy, Red Raskall. . . .”
Lancer wheeled, stopped, stood
for a poised instant, watching Lark.
His lip curled back and he stamped,
looking toward the startled ponies
now. his tail flicking like a snapping
whip. Lurk walked toward him.
She closed the little space with her
leisurely steps, talking to him. He
stepped backward edgily, making
the whimpering sound again, his
eyes rolling white and unsure . . ,
Her hand was on his neck, the ;
base of his beautiful red-brown neck. I
.lha was knotting her fingers in the
tough short mane where it began I
He sidied away from her. ears back, j
shaking his head, stamping out furl- j
ously now with his nervous hoofs.
Lark, her hand hard and firm on
his neck, made a springing leap
from the ground, scrambling for a
seat on his back, for a kneehold
ab<>ut that slim quick red-brown bar-
rel. It was her skirts that ham- I
pered her. her awkward billowing
stiffish skirts. Almost, she was se-
cure, gripping with knees that were
cramped from the crawling and
waiting. Red Raskall reared before
she was ready, reared and came
down like a catapult, head low now.
legs stiff for the jarring impact, and
Lark knew she’d lost him. ktww her
seat wasn’t firm and right, laiew it,
and went rolling headlong into the
sand riffle of the ridge base.
But even as she knew it, even as
she sobbed in the sickening disap-
pointment of the fall, she saw Galt
spring for the horse, spring from
the ridge where he’d lain hidden,
spring and throw a long, sure sin- !
ewy leg over the plunging horse's
shoulders, bend close along the
neck, lace strong bare arms around j
Red Raskall’s neck, and then the
rider and horse were out of sight
over the ridge top. and she heard
the slither of hoofs in the down-
ward rush for the beach, heard the
splash and echo of a heavy body
striking water. . . .
Lark raced for the ridge top and
saw Galt, still on the Raskall’s back, j
far out in the water now. He was !
trying to urge the horse back to-
Red Raskall reared before she was
ready.
wards the shore, turning him with
knee-pressure, talking to him, his
arms hugging the stallion’s neck.
. . . And then Red Raskall was
floundering, turning, coming back
now, slipping on the shells and peb-
bles, coming up, quivering, a hun-
dred yards up-island in an out-
growth of thick marsh reeds.
"Galt—how did you do it? Galt—
that was—unbelievable!”
Lark watched the dinghy with her
ill-made sail-rag, get her back to
the breeze and scud for the western
land smudge. After a while it took
on grace and a certain beauty. The
strange wild-haired young fellow
sailing her was straight and beauti-
ful too, now,
Distance was kind to his disreputa-
ble clothes, the old white scars, his
matted hair, and tragic eyes. It
pointed up the long clean lines of
him, his ease and sureness as the
dinghy bobbed and shivered, dissolv-
ing finally in a dancing shadow, a
point, nothingness. . . .
With the sudden fear that Red
Raskall was gone, Lark hurried
through the ridge break and saw that
he was there, hitching his head up
and down, trying to shake off the
hobble and halter.
It was almost twilight when she
saw a boat coming from the direc-
tion of the mainland. It was big-
ger than the dinghy of the morning.
It looked like the small fishing boats
Lark had seen off the Cornish
coast, one summer’s trip. It was *
little yawl with mast, mainsail and
jib, and a tiny jigger mast stepped
far astern, It was manned by two
strange men, Lark realized now. A
thick-set heavy man, with a cap
pulled low over bis eyes, tended
the mainsail and jib. A taller,
younger-looking figure, with neat
clubbed hair and a white shirt, was
at the tiller in the yawl’s stern.
Neither of them responded to
Lark’s waving, but when they came
nearer, she saw that the young-
er one, the man in the fresh white
shirt and clean faded sailor’a
breeches, was Galt.
"I thought you’d never come!”
Lark called. "Oh, Galt, I atn so
glad to see you. You look splendid,
Galt-"
She hushed before the look on his
face, the guarded, aullen look The
squat heavy man jumped out first,
aa the boat touched.
He grinned at Iutrk Hi ’»
her over, curiously.
"Well,” he said, his voice thu
muddy, "un be a sweet meat, prop-
er! Gawd, that popinjay, Galt’ That
buck, that fop, a-soapin' hissei' toi
who laid the rail' White shirtin’ his-
sel' an' a-tellin’ he was sailin’ out
ter oyschers!”
"Un Cony!" Galt said furiously,
and the squat man laid a hand on
the butt of the pistol hanging from
his belt.
“What be un's name, sweet-
meat?" Cony walked toward Lark.
He was short and powerfully made,
astonishingly hairy, even his long
arms covered by a thatch of sun-
burned hair that grew from fingers
to shoulders. He had broad flat fea-
tures and ruddy, stubbled skin, that
gathered in folds under bulging
black eyes. He wore only filthy
trousers and a filthier cap.
Over his head Lark’s eyes met
Galt’s despairing ones. He was try-
ing hard to tell her something, some
wordless warning.
“I say, ‘I lash hell out o’ un, Galt,
a-keepin' secrets from me.’ ” Cony
laughed enormously, winking at
Lark. "Where un come from, sweet-
meat? I ain't never seed un Horn-
town way."
"I was shipwrecked on the Tem-
pora," Lark said coldly. "I’m Lark
Shannon, a minister's daughter, on
my way to Mistress Mara Hastings’
Dame School in Norfolk, Virginia.
And if you dare to lash Galt I’ll re-
port you to the authorities there.”
"Blast me for a blow-toad, now I”
Cony grinned. “How un figure to
git to Norfolk, sweetmeat?"
“Stage or carriage. However peo-
ple usually go."
"Stage or carriage, nowl Has un
money for stage or carriage?”
"Not here. Of course not! I told
you I was shipwrecked. I’ll send
word to Mr. David North, of the
Cargoe Riske Company in Norfolk.
He’ll be coming from England. He’ll
send money, or come for me.”
"Un be warm spirited," Cony said
gravely. “Un say un got Cargoe
Riske money to call on, sweet-
meat?”
Lark hesitated, saying finally,
“Mr. David North of that company
is—a friend. He will certainly see
I get to Norfolk.”
“Galt can write the Cargoe
Riske,” Cony said, chuckling. "He
be a great hand for letters, Galt.
How come he have the handsome
luck to find un, sweetmeat?”
"I seed "her here," Galt said, sul-
lenly. “I seed her an’ put in."
Cony snorted, looking interestedly
at the dinghy marks and Galt’s bare
footprints in the sand. Then his eyes
followed Galt’s and Lark’s prints
toward the ridge break, beyond
which lay the little secret cache of
Galt’s, and Red Raskall, grazing in
the valley. Lark’s breath shortened
as if she had been running.
"Sure," Cony said. "Then whyn’t
un come to land with Galt this dawn?
My notion, is, he told un ugly tales,
scarin’ un, like. How I see it, be
this. Galt had him some good rea-
son to come here, first off. Tain’t
nature to come ’thin fi’ mile o’ old
Ghost. Quicksand here, an’ a horde
o’ dead bones, an’ a stinkin’ under-
tow second to none. Now why’d he
come?”
"He was fishing.” The big hoof-
prints of Red Raskall were clear,
along here, Lark noticed. She tried
to hurry.
“What un's haste, sweetmeat?"
Cony reached out, pinched her arm
gently. "Un ben’t weak nor undue
thin, bidin’ a full week here alone.
Maybe un got other friends washed
up with un. Maybe un's Mr. David
North be round about, fendin’ for
un."
"You don’t believe any castaway
would hide out when a rescue boat
came, do you? Why don’t you search
the island?"
His eyes were thoughtful, shrewd.
"That ben't a bad idea. Yet I think
un tell it true that un be alone. Yet
who feed un?”
"A tin of biscuits washed up,”
Lark said. "I ate them.”
His grunt was skeptical. "Un say
Galt found un only today?"
"Do you really think I’d hava
stayed here all this time if I’d been
found by Galt or anybody else? Do
you?"
"Now, now." Cony gestured her
toward the yawl. "Us be fettin’
home. Sought to fool me, did un,
Galt? Push off now!”
Lark climbed into the boat, sit-
ting as far from Cony as she could.
She was thankful that the failing
light, and the fact that Red Raskall
had come back to land in the thick
marsh reeds, had kept Cony from
guessing the whole truth, but she
was shaken and frightened. The
night wind moaned over the island
behind them.
"Un be thinkin’," Cony said, as
what the Cargoe Riske’ll pay for un.
Bide un keep clear o’ yon Galt.
Cony be un’s friend. Un look to
Cony!"
All the way in, the sick sureness
that it had been her hysterical out-
burst at Galt that had done the dam-
age haunted Lark. She had called
him dirty, stupid . . and he had
cleaned up, in a pathetic effort to
please her, and ao Cony had becomt
auspicious. Lark looked at Galt,
nuriy, despairing, handling the sail
mechanically, and ahe was sick with
faar.
(TO RE CONTINUED)
TRI MAN COMMITTEE
CARRIES ON
Senators Kilgore of West Virginia j
(Dem.) and Brewster of Maine
tRep.) had an interesting expert- I
ence while probing conditions in
Germany for the Mead committee, j
formerly the Truman committee, j
Calling at the headquarters of Lt. !
Gen Alexander M Patch, they were j
received courteously by the general j
himself, who talked with them for j
ten minutes, then went off to keep
an appointment.
The two senators then proceeded
with their usual investigation. Set-
tling down in one of the U S. mili-
tary offices, they called in witnesses,
and cross-examined them with a
stenographer taking down every-
thing that was said
This continued for nearly three
hours. Unlike most visitors, Sen-
ators Kilgore and Brewster seemed
intent on really finding out what
was happening in that part of occu-
pied Germany. Finally, Gen. Ar-
thur White, chief of staff to General
Patch, appeared nervously in the
background.
’’Gentlemen,” he said, “ahem . . .
this procedure . . . it’s a little un-
usual I’m not sure that we can
permit you to continue.”
"It’s the same procedure
we’ve always followed," replied
Senator Brewster.
"Yes,” continued Kilgore,
"it's the same procedure fol-
lowed by this committee under
former Chairman Truman.”
"You probably recall him,”
added Brewster, "he's now
President of the United States.”
Next day General Patch him-
self invited the two senators to
dine with him at the villa which
he had taken over from a Ger-
man princess.
• • •
JUDICIAL EXIT
There was a day when everyone
in and around the Roosevelt admin-
istration wanted to be a judge. This
ambition was largely precipitated
by the Supreme court fight and the
fact that the courts in those days had
put several obstructive decisions
squarely across the path of the New
Deal.
But now it is just the opposite.
There is a growing exit from the
courts. Judge Schwellcnbach has
just resigned from the bench to be
secretary of labor. Judge Sherman
Minton is itching to get off the cir-
cuit court of appeals in Chicago.
And there will soon be four vacan-
cies on the court of appeals of the
District of Columbia, considered one
of the most important courts in the
country.
Judges Vinson and Thurman Ar-
nold have already made two vacan-
cies on this court. Two other va-
cancies will occur when Chief Jus-
tice Duncan Groner and Judge Jus-
tin Miller resign.
It may keep the White House busy
looking for good men to take their
places
• • •
ITALIAN UNDERGROUND
It is not often that anyone can get
a first hand report on the results of
psychological warfare direct from
bis own family in an enemy coun-
try. However, Ugo Carusi, director
of immigration and naturalization,
has had that experience.
Carusi came to this country as a
small boy from the marble quarries
of northern Italy, .went to work in
the marble quarries of Vermont,
and got to know Harlan F. Stone,
who brought him to the justice de-
partment when Stone became attor-
ney general under Coolidge.
And during the war, Carusi has
been broadcasting to the Italian
people urging them to surrender.
With the end of the war, Carusi has
received letters from his relatives in
Italy telling how his broadcasts
helped inspire the battle against the
Nazis.
"Ugo,” wrote a cousin, "you can
really be proud of your relatives
here in Italy. From the oldest down
to that little, charming young lady
(Carusi’s 10-year-old niece) you
were always so happy to hold in your
lap while in Carrara, they have
proven themselves to be great patri-
ots.
"One of your cousins, the brother
of Enrico, was the colonel who led
a Partigiani band in the capture of
Carrara from the Germans last No-
vember. From that time on, the
Partigiani controlled all the public
offices in the town. The caves with
which you are familiar were used
to good advantage by the Partigiani,
and the Nazis refrained from re-
entering the city.”
• • •
WAR NOTES
C Despite the heavy bombing of the
Schweinfurt ball-bearing plant, in-
side sources reveal that it is in
reasonably good condition and with-
in one month could be producing 50
per cent of its wartime schedule. . . ,
The Nazis had removed a lot of
Schweinfurt's intricate machinery
before the air raids, and hidden it.
The manager of the plant told U. S.
official* that within three or four
months he could be turning out 20
per cent more bull-bearings than
durine the war,
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pump, c verhead storage water tank, good
well, electricity, daily mail, near schools;
faces thrte roads, bargain at €5500. terms.
Beautiful tract, every inch can be culti-
vated, or this highly desirable location id
suitable for most any kind of business site
or home, being on 3 paved roads, one is
Highway 87. few feet from Guadalupe Riv-
er. on outskirts of thriving little town.
Price €4200. terms.
FULL DETAILS WHITE III HILL RANCM
RT 2. COMFORT. TEXAS
FAN PROPELLERS, airplane tvpe. imme-
diate delivery, guaranteed, l». or
Mi h p. $1 98 post paid, cash with order.
no ( O l) HANKS PROPELLER CO..
R. F. D. 7. Fort Worth, Texas.
FARM MACHINERY & EQUIP.
MrCORMICK PEERING COMBINE. 42
inch cutter bar. bagging platform, fwwrr
take-off, good condition: price $373.00
ELTON T WILSON, One Mile Davton.Tex
PAPEC NO. NI-.1 ENSILAGE CI TTER
Used onlv 2 weeks on grass planting, gov-
ernment job Excellent condition, cost
$31170 First che. k for $1.30 00 gets it
Lambert Landscape C* Shreveport. La
WANTED TO BUY______
WANTED LATE MODEL*
Used Crawler Tractor*
Prefer International. Models TD6. TD§.
TUI4. TD18 with bullgr.iders or bulldosers
or Caterpillars Models 1)2. KD4, D4. RD7,
1)7, RI)8 1)8 with do/era Must be A1 con-
dition Will n.'V attractive prices. Can
u*e ‘Vyard. *<»-> rd and l'|» yard late mod-
el shovel?., draglines. Phone write or wlrs:
GARSON IRON AND STEEL CO.
312 l.jrrum Bldr Duluth. Minn.
Melrswe-ttt.
Cl T HAIR WANTED, twelve inches or
longer; 25c per ounce CLAt DE the fldtr-
«tflint. 115 N St Mar* *«. San Antonis. Ts*.
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CLABBER GIRL
FOR THE GUISE OF MIRY BISORBERS
This pseksgs contains t combination of minerals produced
and compounded by Natura alone, with no artificial in*
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tha cauxa of their trouble*. Gently but surely Crsay Watif
stimulates three main cleansing channel*—-kidney, skin
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factor of rheumatic pains, digestive orders, conatipatten,
excess acidity, etc. Get a package ef Ctaay Water Crystals
at youi drug stora today.
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