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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. Owen
Romance has come for the
third time to Mrs. Ruth Bryan
Owen, daughter of the Great
Commoner. On her return to
the U. S. from her post as min
ister to Denmark, It was an
nounced she would wed Capt
Boerge Rohde, shown above
in the uniform of King Chris
tian's bodyguard. Mrs. Owen
divorced William H. Leavitt in
1909 and is the widow of Maj.
Reginald Owen, British army
officer.
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