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Hemmingway scrambled to his feet. To my amazement, he held one mow- shoe in his hand and-while I rocked he brought it down over my head. "Wh-what', that?" I ejaculated. "Do you think t did it on purpose?” "You dang murderer:!" he shouted by" way of emphasis to the blow. "What'd you try to kill' me fort" _ CHAPTER XI. V _ _ THE SOUP-BOWL My skis went under him and I went over him. It' hardly seisms" pos- sible that an object moving as rapidly as I 'was could have been brought to a full sfop ‘in so short a distance. Hdmminirway made a wonderful buf.. fer. 1 was hardly hurt a bit, and was very glad to cease moving for a few moments with more parts of me resting on the ground than”just my feet. _ To get back home. Heinmiiurwav must travel by foot, and Bilbeck offers to so with him. In violentj disagreement, they nevertheless start out together on snowshoes and 'skis and . soon Bilbeck tumble over Hemmingway, the going being difBeult. ’ _ ' The Sham;- hobo has broken loo». Mean.. while HeitiGhurwar suspect- Bilbeek more and more, and Jim Cooper mixecin to tell Bilbeck he has nrnngofi that the Meihmintm ways be divogced and that Bilbeck in to marry Mrs. Hemmirurwnr. trIgt,tlmir,,t, * a rival glj; when_Bj_lbeek in s-rate-fl-l-ll-l-ht-fl-rs'. ki',ggifitr,t'r'r'=t.= "iFtriiniaa' Km and of cont-u think: the wont. Health“: a disturbance in heard in the eelhr. and I.“ in the house rush down to it. [ The captured thief in lied to I chair nt the Otd Soldier'l Home. Unable to In" the home u the any refusal to budge, the phyla must any there. and ME Hemminzny, hear- ing this over the phone, an he h min: right to the t.testta, he in suspicion of his wifie and Bilbeck. Meanw.hiH' the aherift arr ves. _ Riding away from the scene of the ill-feted play in their costume. and overeat“. the trroub of players is held up hr two duped convicts, one of whom is captured by Bilbeck after . struggle. ' . The Sheridan Dramatic Club, of which Tom Bilbeck, the narrator. MnrvelU. the. girl he cure- for. and Jim Cooper. " rial, are members, start a performance of Millikan ind‘GuiIta It the 0H.Soldieu‘ Jim. but an interrupted by a Ire. During the when-- 8113 Tom .Bilbeck in leaned by the llde of one of the actors, Mr. Hamminzwny. of being in love with his wife. .' 20 m - At last, by supreme effort, I scrambled over the edge into the may that was on1r_inoderateV deep. _ ( NOW GO' ON WITH THE STORY “No,"_I argued. "Not at this time of year. In the winter. the sun is quite, a ways south. So, to go east, we ought to keep the sun a little to the right," ' To go due east," he insisted, "we ought to head directly toward the sun." . For the moipart we traveled in tsit-tttttp, Once we had an argument as to whether or not we were pros eeedind in the correct direction. I thought we were right and he nuiin.. tained that we were bearing too far to the left. ' I cut myself a branch of th tree. It was a great help. I used it in climb- ing up the next incline and leaned heavily on it coming down on the other side. . ant smile myself, "Use a long litiek dragging in the snow to make them go slower," he offeredocontemptuously. 's “E“ Howm"§aa‘ EiiiiiW.'rT' 'irii1risirr" _ A“ "Pictures," _ he explained tersely. I recollected something like. that myself, now that hechad mentioned it. You remember the photograph- a graceful young man in a tassled cap and sweater poised in, mid-air half way from one rise of. ground to another, in his hand along pole,"on‘ his face a noriehaunt"smile? ' _ A pole' was what I"_n‘e‘eded most. I thought I could pipnatte the ndhishat.. Hemmingway joined me a little later, limping. When my skis were readjusted where I had strained the fooutraptc by tripping over him I proceeded the rest of the way down hill. . I. maintained _a dignified silence. What-possible answer eouWI return to a fool huery like that? Why didn't I jump over him? Why doean't Taft hold the pole-vault record? "Of course! Otherwise why didn't you slow up or jump over anet" I finally convinced him, or he trot THE PRESS “What are you doing downhere?" he asked petulantly. He spoke as if it was his hole and no one else had my right to be in it. -. “I didn't want to come in," I re- turned angrily. "I was trying to help you. The next time you fall off your old snowshoes you can get back on them all by yourself. Now that we How I managed to end up under- neath Hemmingway I ean't imagine; but I did with a lot of snow_ and his snowshoes on top of both of JMS. I sincerely believe that the scheme would have worked if my skis hadn't begun to slip. As it was he was nearly half way out before my feet shot out from under me and I landed solidly at the bottom of the pit he had made. I acqiaieseed in his plan, as I could think of no other. Reaching down I gave him my hands and began to pull up.while hescrambled wildly with his feet. ' “See if ydu dari't give 'a lift ‘of’ some sort," suggested Hemmingway. “Gladly,” I answered, “but how?" "Reach down with your hands and help me while I‘scramble up and get back on my snowshoes. This seems to As far as my experience went it was an unprecedented situation, _ "Can't you climb out?" I asked. "No. Every step I take makes. the hole larger." _ ' , began to see the advantage of snowshoes and skis for winter travel- ing. m seemed'hardly possible that the same crust which held us so easily with them on would, prove so treacherous when we were deprived of .our wide footgear. be sort of whole in the trroGdraii in, and I think the snow isn't io deep where you ire." Hemmingway. Was Kowhere in sight! - ShVRTriririirirC r'rhiiit' hiirs1rrirBis- had certainly been close behind me. _ "Whatys happened?" I asked. "How did you gét down there?" . "I fell off my snowshoes,” he ex- plained briefly. "I tripped,' and in tryirtirto'sitveitryaelf I stepped at' of the loopsthat fastenedjhe £601 things on my firet., I didn’t Fisaliie how thiri ‘a crus't it was here or how deep it w!" undexheath it. It wouldn't hold me and I fell through; that's all." I found him in the gully up over his head in snow. His snowshoes lay on. top, melancholy monuments of his whereabouts." I looked down at him in amazement. I had trotted across it safely and was proceeding without looking back, when a muffled cry of "Help'." caused me to turn around. . tired of arguing. Anyway, we went my way. I still maintain that we would have reached Fair Oaks ii, tint direction had it not been for the ac- cident. - We passed through a gully that was, pretty thickly grown up with hardwood timber. It was a narrow and deep drywash and lots of snow had drifted into it. We tried the same trick attain and again, and always with the.tuime re- sult. One or the other of us would slip and it would involve the entire party in disaster. V After we had done that for quite ., (Continued on next page) "I hope this'isp’t broken;" I said, examining it carefully. "So do I," groaned Hemmingway. "for I want to break it myself i" He rubbed the spot where the ski had rested. I got to my feet as soon as possible and moved the .point of one of my skis from John Hemminttway's stom- ach. _ Be that as it may, he did fall, and as he wertt"he carried me with him. We landed in o'ur'usual position. at- the bottom of the" bowl,' hopelessly tangled up as to arms, legs, skis and snowshoes. I He started outuahead, and _ in order to keep but of his way I had to fol- low. We were getting along fitie and were half way up the side of the bowl, when Hemmingway, .Who was traveling fasten than I, tried to pass 'We found out that we were in a 'trowbshatred- depression-with- steep 'sides and a rounded bottom. It looked as if it would boa comparatively sim- ple matter to climb out under ordin- ary conditions, but with the snow over everything it proved as impos- sible as for an insect to get out"of the funnel-shaped pit of an ant-lion. Honestly I didn't trip him on pur- pose, although he says I did. How foolish', I wanted to get out id there myself. _ I admitted that I had, but doubted whether we' could go fast enough to raise us up to the top. JIdwever, it was worth trying, and we started. I had to carry the skis in my hand and he had his snowshoes strapped over his shoulders, so that when we got out we would have with us our means of proceeding further. . "We will run around, irra circle down here," he explained, "each time going a little higher on the9idesrThe centrifugal force will keep us from slipping until finally we'll reach the top. You’ve seen fellows do that trick 6n motorcycles in a racing bowl, haven't you ?" _ _ t "I think I've got it," Hemmingway suggested. . "What's your scheme.?" I asked, séeptically. ' .. Finally we evolved a scheme of tramping the snow under foot in each direction until . we discovered --what the confines of our prisioniere. It must have taken us an hour to do it, but it kept us warmer 'and give us the feeling that we were at .Ieast doing something. V . out t" "We might tunnel," he suggested. "All the way to town?” I asked. "How would it be if I stood-on your shoulders,” he suggested, "and climb- ed out?" "And freeze to death in the mean- time, I suppose, This is a nice little ieehox ypu chose for a home anyway. My fingers feel, as it they are going to break " now.'" ' are here, how are we, going to get "Why you on my shoulders?” I asked. "Why do I get the star part in this acrobatic act? _ if you get out, what happens to met I suppose I stay here until it gets spring." "You could wait he offered. Thursday, June 27, 1929 until I trot help," 74:311. a 'while we have any mor As we sat to rack my lt been in a. lift I remembered mer amusem There had be floor of one a the "Soup B was my din self after you was a trick 1 the only way Thursday, Ju: I racked that trick. "keep a I told' Hemmi but docile, h, . I ran up.1 far as I con Eucatraight, the other " cess several rying me hi; last by a BU', over the edge moderately t' A few men worked the 5: put on our started otr m "We were "that: we, he train." .. ."I suppos1 sented gloom be another t and if we 1 before it gee So we pu traveling in a little doub but as soon the sun aga general dire the left as be mingway ve at a farmho he su1nreitis a better me we must tk beep traveli we found tl only about e So we put A the top to get our fi but every ti It seemed it come eight ' ing for hom Still we , direction, d It was or we realized had been in passed over taken our k ing-out, we west when and a litth simply whel it, but I dot in wooden! ently than , We had l, in exactly 0: by this time trdveling fr .( Continued Jin (Con