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I ♦♦-♦-«-♦-•-« Gems of Peril liy HAZt;L KOSS UAILHY. when liis horse ran her bi(f race. If i he were really frightened he might â-  Rtay away. Although he would prob- ! ' ably foel himself safe enough. Unless I the offcTse were a serious one, extra- ; (lition 'rem Florida woukl be mors, 1 than the New York police would i ' trouble with. ' I The idea that The Fly's arrest had i been sought by Inspector Kune Dccur-j red to her but as instantly dismis'^d. u i .u i i . i „_.ii .„ u 1 1 1.1 u» « i> . L approached the wattr 1 stopped, and i ; Kane had been "bought off, ant hei,,*^'^,^ u , ^ iL„ i' Five Fathoms Deep Paul Brown in Field and Stream, Ju'y, '32. ! The wr.ters of the Bay of Gonaive (Haiti) were I'airly quiet. Our .small | boat rose and fell gently on the swells' as I stepped over the side and do-} scended the Indder. As my shoulders. .SVNDI'.SIS, Mkiy lluikne.ss undrrtakm to tiup The Kly. whom »he belief tH â- Irainfti" her r.rulher, IMille. with the iiiuiJer of Mrs. Jupitrr. unit liter rmi Kildlc down and killed lilm to kff|> hliii from ttlUnK- .\» bait Hh« idHiiH to use the fainouK Jupiter iiecklai* of iubl«-s, »lil<li the murdcriT riLiUd t* get. She Is aldi-il by Boweii of Thu .Star. Mary'a niiini'c. Dlik lluythcr, .ilijActa to the notoriety. Mriifo Jupiter, absiiit niuiiy ycaris. rc- lurrifi from Kurope witli a woiiiun friend. Ilia father ordera him out and makis .Mary hla h«lr. r.nicc sweiirw to rout »lary. whom he thinks l» a Ko'd-dlKKH'. .Mary and Dirk quarrel beiaune Dirk in I'ulouR of Kuwen and refuses to believe â- II th« exiatence of The Fly. Mary writes to nirk. CHAPTER XXV.â€" (Conf^.) Dearest Dirk (she wrote): I'm •orry I walked away as I did last nightrâ€" 1 don't suppose you'd like to forgive nw, would you? 1 should never lave mixed you up in all this. It ju!>t x>nies under the head of "unfinisheii business" that must be attended to !><;- f« re 1 can marry you, that's all. You -em'-mbcr you worked late at the of- â- it-e last night finishing up some mat- .ers that couldn't be left undone. It's Me same with me. Don't worry about it, and above all ion't think you must help. I don': !xpect you to, and I'm not angry about t, really. I am leaving .Monday for Florida on ihe "Gypsy" with the Jupiters. Can't /ou come and see me before I go? If 1 cion't see you again before I go, .hough, I mak-5 you this promise â€" :hat whether this job is finished or lot, 1 will keep my date with you in December. (Or have I one?) With love, alway.s, MARY. When she had the letter sealed, itamped and ready to o she had the ibsnird impul.«e to run to Dirk with it n her hand. How could she wait until Monday for an answer? Perhap.s if ihe went into the village an 1 mailed !t now, it might reach him on the late ifternoon delivery. Impatiently she threw off her :lothea, found an old pair of riding breeches and shirt, and donned them. Vhen .she telephone<l the barns and isked to have a saddle put on Bot.-;y, the mild little mare that was hers to ride when not more gainfully occupied tt puUirg the lawnmower or the sta- tion -vagon. Exhilarated by the prospect of get- ting out into the crisp autumn air, and ay her errand, she went out whistlinij '.appily. Outside her door, she came face to face with Bruce, who had evi- Jently moved into the room across the nail. He said stiffly: "We are neighbor.-, ;l seems. I'm sorry if the proximity ii.i:noys you." Marry seized the opportunity to talk !() him outside his father's hearing. It was a chance she had hoped for, but Rould have found it di.stasteful to ieek. "I/ot me undcr.'^tand you," she ?aid, coming forward to look him 5traii?ht in the eye. "If I accept your father'.s offer' to make me his heir, it means that you will remain here, with him? That yo.. will not go back to Europe a.s you planned?" "How bright you are!" "And if I refuse it, you will go on about your atfair.s as before?" Bruce was obviously taken aback. "If I thought you meant it- yes," he returned hesitantly. "Then I accept." "Accept? But â€" " Bruce .struggled with surpri.-^e. Mary repeated, "I accept and I ex- pect you to live up to your bargain. If the only consideration that will in- duce you to change your wholly selfish way of living and spend some time witli your father is fear of me, then I am glatf to be of use. It's too late iiow to do anything alx>ut it so far as your mother is concerned, but there'? itill your father who woultl like to see tom«:thing of you, oddly enough." Bruce wa.s staring at her, a strange expression on his face. "I've wanted to say this to you for lix years," she went on undaunted. "Every since I came here. I've trie<i to do my own quaint little imitation of Mary Sunshine, anything to keep U oae two people from thinking how- much they missed you, from realizing how little their money had brought them, after all. I didn't .succeed, na- turally, but it i.sn't odd that we all grew to be very fond of one another." "I quite understand that, littlo rival!" Bru<e murmured softly, a pe- culiar glow in his eyes. Mary had dropped her bitter tone *nd tried to .speak as sincerely ns she felt. Now she drew herself up and rejoined stiffly: "Rcgnrd nie «a a rival if you like. Regard me as anything you please. I tfon't want your money. But if you Jiit that brunet Garbo take you away from jx>ur father again, I'll take It! That's my threat and I'm glad *j be able to enforce it." "Ah-ahl" finice crie.l. "I remember JXM} now! I've been puzzling over "where Vi seen you. You were the fir) in the elevator at the hotel ja«t nights with the man who held the whisky bottle, so! ix)uise JiH)ke of it St the time." He laughed, delighfsdly. ••|'r.)hib:tion has its nmosiiig aspects to a European!" Then ho added, 'Does my father know ab^ut la.st night? It was a rendezvous, of course!" Mary turned on her heel and left him. She did i.ot want to be drawn into an open quarrel with t.im. They would have to live in very clo.^ie quar- would st.ty that way, she v/as -.ure. (To be continued. t With Indians in the Black Hills Fresh and Frasrant â€" Always "SALAOA GREEN TEA Fresh from tKe Gardens' We travelled eastward tor two days, and then the gloomy ridges of ters on the "Gypsy" and it wouM ' the Black Hills rose up before us. crowd that small craft to hold them I The village passed along for some both as it was. | miles benealh their declivities, trail- 1 notions was wrong, She urgc<l the surprised Betsy tolfng out to a great length over the a brisk gallop going into town. Having I arid prairie, or winding among small dropped her letter, she felt better.! detached hills of distorted shapes. ' Turning sharply to the left, we en- the heiii '. copper helmet was slipped, over my liead and fastened under my arms. I could see the grinning blacic natives start work at the pump and i gf hear the slight hiss of the air escap- ing through the valve over my head. A slap on the helmet told me all was and I started to the floor of the bay,' wrist would not cut deeply enough K> five fathoms l>enealh the surface. bring Hood, which would have "been I landed in a new world â€" an in ; dangerous; nor be suie that the larger credibly beautiful and fantastic world | fish would not attack mc. where everyone of iry preconceived I I had no idea how long 1 had bOt»ri Even walking 1 submerged. .My fingers h .d already over :igaiii. ' '" Both she and her mount were content to take the long hill road home at a sedate walk, letting the cool air and the bright autumn scene heal her anger. As they passed the Tabor grounds, .Mary's head jerked ([uickly about for a second glance at the tall, white- shirt^-d figure who leaped to meet Cor- relia Tal)or's swift serves with a' lightning racket. Her heart drained utterly of blood as she recognized Dirk. CHAPTER .\XVI. Th« "Gypsy" was made ready to sail on Tuesday. Monday night Mary had a telephone call from IJirk. He had just received her letter, he said. "Did you want to sc-e mc?" he asked formally. "Why, yes," -Mai-y replied. "Don't you â€" want to see nio?" There was a short wait before he answered, "Of course. Shall I come over?" He was setting a distance be- had to larn a could not be taken quickly IS5f 'F. No. 49â€"32 tween them but then it was he whos'i feeling had b.'en injured. They would talk it over and it would be all right. Mary dressed without any particu- lar enthusiasm. Dirk was coming now but tomorrow she woukl \>e gone. It was a rather hollow .sort of happi- ness she felt, but it was better than not .<9Geing Dirk at all. When he came, he sat down beside her casually, but made no move to touch her. Mary felt the least bit re- bufl'ed. He looked worried and strain, ed, and her heart went out to him. "I'm Korry I left you like that," she .said g'ently. "I know," he .-^aid. "Thai's all right." Another .silence fell. "I had to know about tho.se finger- pi-ints. Whether they were The Fly's," .^he explained. "I couldn't wait. Haven't you ever felt th;it way?" He shrugged. "I suppose you were anxiou.s, of course," he said. "What did you find out?" ""They were his. The Bertilloii men at police headquarters checked thom." Dirk clcarc»l his throat. "You under- .stand, don't you, that the gun's being his doesn't prove coi'riusively that it was The Fly who t\..i it? It was the murder gun, oi' ( ursc; I've had it in the hands of baliislio experts, and there's no doubt about that part. But â€" I don't mean to hu.t your feelings again â€" but how can you prove to a jury that it wr.s The Fly who was the murderer, rather than than .someone else?" "We can't. We're not even trying to. The Fly him.s<df will do that for us." "If you're lucky." "If we're lucky. And if we play our cards ju.st right. But the lep-st slip, the least word â€" and it's all spoiled. It's possible that's happcntd already. You aren't very popular with George Bowen just now. The Fly's left town, you know." Dirk I<x>keil at her in bewilderment. "I'm not iwpular? Whal've I to do with it?" "Didn't you go back to Shay's with a warrant for him?" "Certainly not." "Well--! Then whoâ€"?" This was a new staU? of affairs. Somebody else on The Fly's trail? Who could it bt? "Bowen naturally supposed it was you," she faltered apologetically. "You'd ju.st \>evn saying the thing to do was arrest The Fly and when the police came down <j : the place Bowen jumped to th-; conclusion â€" " "He does a good deal of that, I'm tl inking," Dirk commented drily. Mary wa« in no moo<i to resent any- thing Dirk might say against the ab- sent Bowen. She was too mystified â€" to busy speculating. "Who do you think it could have been?" she asked. "He's probably got a dozen rackets," Dirk replied. "The cops might be after him for any one of them. Or it might be for some fool thing like parking overtime. Ho ran, like they all do. They don't like a pinch, even for a minor offense â€" it's bad for their rackets. Considerable wind had been taken out of Mary's sails by this discovery but she was none the less regretful that it had taken place. The Fly was gone and what asaurarce had she that she could find him again? Nothing but Powen's guess â€" and Bowen could be wronfT, m this slipup showed. For • moment she felt panicky â€" she was committed to so much, just on the strei.gth of that chance that The Fly would show up at the track tered a wide defile of the mountains, down the bottom of which a brook came winding, lined with tall grass and dense copses, amid which were hidden many beaver dams and lodges. We passed along between two lines of liiKh precipices and rocks piled in disorder one upon another, with scarcely a tree, a bush, or a clump of grass. The restless Indian boys wandered along their edges and clambered up and down their rugged sides, and sometimes a group of them would stand on the verge of a cliff and look down on the procession as It passed beneath. As we advanced, the passage grew more narrow; then it suddenly expanded into a round grassy meadow, completely encom- passed by mountains; and here the families slopped as they came up in turn, and the camp rose like magic. The lodges wore hardly pitched when, with their usual precipitation, the Indians sot about accomplishing the object that had brought them there; that is, obtaining poles for their now lodges. Halt the popula- tion, men, women, and boys, mount- ed their horses and set out for the depths of the mountains. It was a strange cavalcade, as they rode at full gallop over the shingly rocks and into the dark opening ot the de- file beyond. Wo passed between pre- cipices, sharp and splintering at the tops, their sides beeiling over the delllo or descending in .ibrupt de- clivities, bristling with fir-trees. On our left they rose close to us like a wall, but on the right a winding brook with a narrow strip of marshy soil intervened. The stream was clog- ged with old beaver-dams, and spread frequently Into wide pools. . . .\fter having ridden In this man- ner six or eight miles, the scene changed, and all the declivities were covered 'with forests ot tail, slender spruce-trees. The Indians began to tall olT to the right and left, dis- persing with their hatchets and knives to cut the poles which they had com© to seek. I was soon left almost alone; but in the stillness ot those lonely mountains, the stroke of hatchets and the sound of voices might be heard from far and near. . . Wild as tlipy were, these moun- tains were thickly peopled. As I climbed farther, 1 fouud the broad dusty paths niado by the elk. as they filed across the mountain side. The grass on all the terraces was trampled down by deer; there were numerous tracks ot wolves, and In some of the rougher and more pre- cipitous pans o£ the ascent, I found font-prints different from any that I had ever seen, and which I took to bo thoso ot the Uocky Mountain Bhoop. I sat down upon a rock; there was a perfect stillness, No wind was stirring, and not even an insect could bo heard.â€" From "The Oregon Trail." by Francis Parkman. A .-itep , assumed the "washer-woman wrinkles A small state hich is usually a signal to jump was likjlp to be extended to a j ascend. But I still wanted to see flying leap which carried far beyond j what was around the liend of the reef, the original objective but very slowly.' and started for the edge of the corai Arms and hands had to be moved dc-! growth which jutted into liberately. The light from the surface was a soft glow, permeating every- thing, an illumination without sha- dows. At my feet, as I landed, a hermit crab scuttled into its usurped shell, camouflaged with a waving anemone, and lumbered away. A big starfish contracted and simply disappeared. Ahead of me was a miniature fairy castle, etched in moral with moa's and ports and basticned towers. It was inhabited by gay little fishf>s gor- geous with all the colors of the prim- ary spectrum. They swam in schools from their protective fissures to the very gl.ass in the front of my helmet and peered in at me with motionless eyes. Then, suddenly, they all de- part'jil as if by sig^ial. Almost at once they vere replaced by a small group of par -ot-fish â€" great, vividly .shaded creatures with beaks that enabled them to wrench knobs of coral from the reef and lur.ch on the small fish and crustaceans that their house- wrecking activities disclosed. Then a small shark, perhaps five feet long, swam past lazily. For a long moment it stared at me, but a.i I reached for the thrcetined speai which swung from the belt of my bathing suit and , powerless' to move. The shark that backed toward the coral cliff behind I had passed didn't really frighten mc deeper water. As I rounded the bend a verit- abls marine garden opened before ni?. Weeds and grn.s.ies grew in lovely, gracefully .swaying luxuriance. Brown and violet chimney .sponges sprouted from shafts of volcanic rock. Elk- hern coral flu.ig its arms tLout with embracing picturesqueness. .'V bril- liant butterfly-fi.<-h. tiny and almost iridescent, swam past â€" thci. another, then many, all concerncJ with some- thing thai was beyond my ken, I walche<l tiiese fish as they rouni! ed the corner of the reef aid di.*^- appeared, but while I look"d one nf them disappeared forever. It swai;i just a bit too close to one of the lar<;e "flcwer.«," which was a tube worm. As soon a.-, the sensitive feelers of the V orm (which were the petals of the flower) felt the passing fish it closed like lightning and took the tiny fish into the maw that was at the same time its protecting tube. As I watched the process, l slowly realized that a lengthy shadow had appeared just beyond the coral, i peered again â€" and found myself stav- ing at six-foot barracuda! It was surveying me with motionless, hollow- looking eyes. For a moment I was me, it swam away into the dusky obli- vion 30 feet from me. As I approached, the coral had but the barraci.da did. Everything depended upon what this savage tor- pedo-shaped killer decided to do with suddenly changed from glowing me, and not what I decided to do. mass of yellow and lavender and [Then I lealized that I had failed to orange mosaic into a unif(>rm pinkish ' roll up the fishing line, which still blown! I leaned forv.ard. The entire sported a chunk of crab dangling surface of the coral cliff was covered from the hook. The current had with sea worms. These worms live in slowly lifted the bait toward the bar- tubes of their own constructioi which racuda. I was actually fishing for they anchor to their host and ini.o the beast, but I certaintly didn't want which they disappear at the slightest to catch it. I was only hoping it nctice. These tubes, which looked for would decide not to catch me. I twitch- all the world like gray and irregular ed the hook toward me, intending to clay pipe stems, were soft and yield- get the line stowed away before the ing. The tops were tightly closed, and big mu.-derer had a chance to bite. there was no sign that beautifil But the barracu '.a moved faster than flower-liko animals were .;oncealei the hook and grabbed the bait. I tried within. I Icanod my shoulder against to snatch the line to me, and thereby the coral while I pried one of them set the hook in the barracui'.a's jaw. from th • cliff. Instantly the whole With a terriffie, wrenching surge color scheme of the reef changed the fish started awr.y. I was pulled again as the niinuto pinkish polyps to my knees, falling slowly, like a flashed into their stony shelters and man in a slow-motion movie. When left me gazing at the pure whiteness I landed flat on the bottom, the sea of the coral itself. I started gurgling into my helmet, it Then a big grouper came idling j ^^""s splashing around my nose before through the fissures of the reef and : I could struggle to a kneeling posi- flirted its tail at me. Presently I be- 'ion- -"^^l '-he while, the terror at the Suited A firm advcrti.ied for a g'rl clerk, ar.d the next m.->fning hundreds of applicant'; anived. .'^o numerjus were ♦hey that the chief told the offl':o-boy to admit r.o more. rjl.ort'y after this an ap;.;,<.fssivi Io- nian nri-ived, and, pushin,"; her w ly past the others, asked to sej the chief. By this time the office-boy had grown deaf to all protestations, and had but one answer. "Not today, madam," he said. "But I'm his wif- " sh-i said o«- jostically. "t ot today, niai'am," wi< the inex- orable reply, -O A judge was pointing out that a wit- ness was not necessarily to be regard- ed as untruthful because he altered a statement he had previously made. "For Instance," he said, "when 1 en- tered this Court today I could have sworn that I had iny watch In my pocket. But then 1 remembered 1 had left It in the bathroom at home." When the judge got homo that night his wife said: "\Vh> all this bother about your watchâ€" sending four or five men for it?" 'Good heavens!" said the Judge; "I never sent anyone! What did you do? ' "I gave It to the first one who came; he knew just where it was." _ ^ I.,ovo and esteem are the first prin- ciples of friendship, which always Is Imperfect where either of these two U wanting. We must not lake the faults of our came aware of many groupers around me. I hauled from my pocket a si.\- foot piece of fi.shing line fitted with a heavy hook, and baited it with a small crab. The tide carried the bait- ed hook toward the feeding ^jroupers. A two-foot groi'per looked at it just once and then calmly swallowed it. I struck. The fish stiuck back, then went insane in a mad series of whirl- i'.g, flashing, twisting contortions at the end of my short line. I became enormously concerned in merely re- maining upright. That two-foot fish gave .me a battle I would not have believed possible. Later I realized this was due to my own in:ibility to move rapidly. I was in the midst of a school of groupers that, with the'r businoslike teeth, could have made a hospital case of me had they attack- ed together. .A.s my catch grow weak- er, one of this school of groupers bit a huge chunk from the captive's tail. Instantly a general attack was launch- ed at the injured fish, and before I could haul it to me there was litUe more than the head left on the hook. The eternal voraciou.snoss of the crea- tures of the sea was ;ievcr more graphically illustrated. In the moantime tlu appearance ot the .^ea bottom had changed. The chrysanthemums, gardeniis, gently waving nasturtiuns and gay little s^ters that are the living animals of the sea, had withdrawn into their pro- tective homes. I sat down on a brown- j ii:h violet stoid equipped with a soft I cushion â€" to find it a sponge that quiv- ered beneath mc, 1 changed to a largo ) lump of brain coral and watched the ! seascape unfold and come to life | again, A jewfith, awkward and hid-j ecus, billowed past. A :iu.nber of lit- ' til: pi.ffcrs, their spiny bodies looking j like overgrown chestrut bur.'s, went on their 'eisurely way unmolested. Red snapper-s suddenly became frequent members of the millin;» fish before me' and I c,-ught at least 20. i It was sport of the best kind. 1 | could never be sure whether or not j the fish would upset me a. id let end of my line, pulling and wrench- ing my ..rm, was an almost indistin- guishable blur becau.se of the frenzy of its cft'orts to escape the hook. 1 reached Icsperatcly for my tri- dent, vaguely intending to slide it down the line until it penetrated the head of the plunging barracuda. But I ^ould not hold the trident against the line, for the fighting fish started dashing from right to left. I tried to slip the line from about my wris,, but was unable to; neither could 1 cut it with the trident. While I was frantically wondering what I could do. I was ruddonly knocked back on my haunches. The fish had struck at my helmet! Only the fact that it hit the copper rather than the gla.ss, saved me. Tired and ht'rt, I hooked by arm about a jutting piece of tube coral, i.iade a blind stab toward the swirl- ing blur and felt the steel strike homo! Again and again I stablied toward where I knew the fish must be, and eventually I felt the strain e>n my arm .iiKc.i r'til t â- .th.;r * the '•*,on>. an<l •r.ich • .-ain. . :-.*lly ;nj r.iv): ^'.ght rop^ i.:h»ir ••isec '.a.i : liJin." â-  with stilJ and wrist lessen, (iautiou.-lj '. in my almost nerveless arm could i-atvh the line with ii" hard, then slowly I manoeuvi fisli into position clo.se to iht- I ;hru.-<t the trident agaiivi leaned on the handle. Th.- V one !'cai ful convulsive stru;;t; almost threw me on the botlo: Then it rolled o.'e and Hoat up, in the current. .Slowly and painfully 1 u.. way through the blank ufi.; ha I been so ''cautiful when !i started. I was unable to fii i' " Icadiii to the surface, or th- cl'aiii, and I was >t;il tcm • to hu-i> must for them. 1 w:: go up- and up I i.-i-.i.. h:ir,(l o-. LP the air line and lifrlit rope- to my helmet. .\nd so I cnicr;.; the dc-ad barriicuia dari'r'i.iv; r cut and bleeiling wrist, my tri. protruding fro ii its head. That was the lirst of nuinj iiKule ort" the cor:il reef.s of Ha â- .:. :!'.â- *â-  ing ill shullow water on rsefs or be side thi'iii, where fish are sure to be i.uincrous, is one of the gre-y;- - : ex- periences an anghr can lave. Shirks pass so often tliey aicy are d' â- .•.;;.r(i- ed; and there seems to be no d: ger â€" except for the nccasiona acious barracuda! _.. -..;♦ _ - - "Whistling" Pigeons Travelers in the north woods of On- tario next Summer may be astonished when they hear and see what they may take to he a new species of bird, and into their heads may poi- visions of whistling swans and wild pigeons, says the Department of the Interior at Ottawa. 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