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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (July 13, 1936)
PAGE SIX THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON HOUSE OF by Ma R. Glmon BKflllV HUIIB TODAY ' CI.A1IIH PI I K atta ant " drlvi ta Ike loarlr mounlnln home Irfl arr by arr ecrrntrle oacl, LYMAN FMDII K. ( Inlre l trjr. ImbT ta drclda whether to Marry NU K DAIJM, to rrhoat aar own aiaapr. She aopea to Had a valaahle aad mraterlnua Jewel ward ay arr narle aad hellered ta be Blddea. la the aouae. Her ear la wrrekert by laa arroaa the road. PAT IHAfiAN. an aid frlrad. aad Hon 8TICKI.K, yanaa; enajlaeer, arrive oa the areae aad take Claire to the at o a a t a I a bonee where Kll NI'MATT and kla alateri SIIS1U, arc the earctakera. Claire area a carlona arrow earved oa the wall of an npatnira bedroftat and. lamp la hand, fol io the arrow to the enpoln. A Molxeleae bullet ahatlera the lama. Next moraine; Kb Spratt dU aiinrare. The men aenrek the arnonitii bat Had no fraee of klm. HANNAH. Clnlre'a koniekeoper, arrlvea and rennrte that a maa la lylwr dead la the napea ajrave. NOW OO ON WITH TTIB STORY CHAPTER VI JJISREGARDING the rain which had become a steady down pour, the two men, Claire, Han' nah and Susie all rushed to the spen grove. They saw the fig ure lying there, Just as Hannah had said. Pat ran forward with little cry. "Bob! It's Bob!" Quickly he ' turned him over. When he looked up, Pat's own face was pale. "He's alive," he said, "but that's bout all." "The first thing is to get him up to the house," Dan IV.llas an nounced in a matter-of-fact tone. "You take his feet, Magan, and well ease him up the hill." "Better go on ahead, Susie, and get the north bedroom ready for Mr. Steele," Claire said. After the patient had been made as comfortahle as possible and Susie had gone back to the kitch en, Claire dispatched Dan Dallas for the doctor from the village. Then she told Hannah of all the strange happenings at the House of Long Shadows. The Doc may know something bout Eb being down at the town," Hannah suggested. "Anyway it wont do no good to let the police come messin' inter things, when there ain't a thing but a cap to show "em." "That's why Bob was going down to find out himself," an swered Pat "Looks as though the opposition was engaged in picking off our men, one by one." TTANNAH snorted and squared A her shoulders. "Dont forget you got me now, Mister. I've looked across a knife at a ragin' devil of an Injun, and I'm alive to tell it Guess I can do some thing "bout this what-ever-it-is, that's klrkin' up a ruckus 'round here." A faint smile touched Pat's lips. "I'm betting you can do just that," ne told her. The shower was over now, and after what seemed an intermina ble wait, the doctor came, fol lowed by Dallas. Expertly the doc tor's gentle fingers moved over Bob's prostrate form to the ac companiment of little clucks of sympathy. "A bad rap on the head, that's all. Oh, yes, young man, hell pull through okay. Don't look so downcast" He addressed Pat "I suppose he feU and hit his head on a boulder or something," the doctor went on. When the doctor was ready to leave Claire asked the question that was uppermost in everybody's mind. "Have you seen Eb in the village today, Doctor?" "No, not for almost a month now," he answered. "Why?" "We were just looking for him, that's all. Doc," replied Pat "That's how we happened to dis cover that Bob d been hurt" "Well, keep the patient abso lutely quiet, and 111 come out to rn jrrow to see how he is. Pat followed the doctor down stairs. After the ancient car had chugged off down the winding road he walked down toward Dan Dallas' cabin intending to demand the gun. BUT Pat did not reach the cabin. As he made his way around the edge of the aspen grove, he saw something moving up the winding trail on Squaw Moun tain. He stopped and watched. A man in white was plainly visi ble, weaving his way in and out along the curving loops of the path. For a minute Susie's fan tastic story of the white miner rushed back to Pat's mind. "ADDle sauce!" He said it aloud. Then he started off at a brisk run to follow. Pat had come quite a way. Those trees that had towered above him a few minutes aeo now were spindling tops. He looked cross at the Fosdick house, thinking that the arrow mark in Lyman Fosdick's bedroom cer tainly pointed in this direction, too. Could it have meant, after all, something as far distant as Squaw Mountain? A gleam of white ahead made him bend his houlders and once more take up the rocky trail. He began to save his breath and energy, stopping at brief intervals, then trudging on again. What ever else the man in white might be, he was sure a bang-up moun tain climber, Pat decided, after several more loops of the trail, in which he did not seem to be gain ing on his quarry. What if, after 11, he was following some image at his own imagination, inflamed perhaps by lack of sleep and anxiety over Bob? He shook the Idea from his mind and peered ahead. Yes, there was no doubt about a dis tinct white figure crossing a shale drift at this very minute. ..... AS Pat rounded the curve that brought him to the edge of the shale, he was astonished to see the man in white vanish. "VelL I'll be I" Pat hinied SHADOWS 116 NEA Semce, lat. across the sliding, sharp particles. At last he was over. Before him yawned the entrance to. an old mine. Could this be what the arrow meant? Every claim in this part of the country was duly re corded, as he well knew, so why the mysterious hokum on Lyman Fosdick's part? The hole explained the disap pearance of the man in white, however. Pat determined to in vestigate further since he had come this far. The entrance was still well tim bered, he discovered, as -with the lid of a box of matches, and later cigarct lighter, he made his way along the damp passage. The walls showed unmistakable signs af having been excavated for mining purposes, though- there didn't seem to be any cross cuts, as yet Pat's last match was gone, and he was afraid the cigaret lighter would give out. He decided to re trace his steps, and slipped the tighter in his pocket He was cer tain he could find his way back without its help and he might need it Strong arms seized him from behind, and he found himself in the grip of an antagonist as clever as he was muscular. After the 8rst shock of surprise. Pat's fight ing Irish blood rushed to his res cue. Twisting sharply, he man aged to jerk one arm free and olant a blow that crunched tell ingly against firm flesh and bone. Again and again he struck out in die inky darkness, evading the hutching hands that gouged at his syes. Once for a brief second he gripped his opponent's hand in lis own, and his mind automati Mlly noted the fact that he would mow this man if he ever met him igain, for the little finger of that hand was cut off. Pat realized it was a battle to the death. The blackness and silence added to the horror. He could be killed here without anyone being the wiser. Perhaps Eb Once again he landed a smash ing uppercut then felt himself being battered backward along the slimy, rotting boards ' that formed the flooring of the tunnel. Desperately he braced himself, and tried to regain his lost posi tion. His foot stepped suddenly into space, and Pat felt himself tailing down down intoadarkness. (To Be continued) In addition to its water pro tection, the Bank of France has installed apparatus to release tons of sand in the passage lead ing to its strong room, in case of emergency. Dane Wins Hand of Ruth B. 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