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A A b|:. CHAFTIR XVI--Continued. $>' •". if: --13-- she was his friend! So all these flays of waiting had not been In vain ; ' all the cutting hopelessness of seeing her, only to have her turn away her head and fall to recognize him, had been for their purpose after all. And yet Fairchlld remembered that she was engaged to Maurice Rodaine, and that the time of the wedding must he fast approaching. Perhaps there had i been a quarrel, perhaps-- Then he smiled. There was no perhaps about It 1 Anita Richmond was his friend; she had been forced Into the promise of marriage to Maurice Rodaine, but she had not been forced into a rellnw quishment of her desire to reward hit#' somehow, some way, for the attentloii that Jhe had shown her and the Uklug^ that she knew existed in his heart. 3 Hastily Fairchlld folded the paper; and stuffed It into an inside pocket.- Than, seeking out one of the workmen : he appointed him foreman of the ga»5. to take charge in his absence. Folr, : lowing which, he made his way out of the Mine and into town, there to hire fi# ^ men of Mother Howard's suggestion 8;f;: and send them to the Blue Poppy, t<• W>.} take their stations every few feet F ; : along the tunnel, to appear mere spec v tators, but in reality to be guards who i&Swere constantly on the watch 'Tor any- ^ i thing untoward that might occur. IfC'm.r'rj Fairchlld was taking no chances now. |, _' An hour more found hiin at the Sam- SpV'. pier, watching the ore as it ran throu^t" the great crusher hoppers, to comefH forth finely crumbled powder and ;f sampled, too by ton, for the assays by S'" •, old Undertaker Chastine and thru* |f other men of his type, without which no sampler pays for ore. Bittson ap» fe\"< ' proached. grinning. SV "You guessed Just about right," he T. announced. "That stuff's running p-'» around two hundred dollars«*r«- ton. W i. Need any money now?" >-< "All you can let me have !* _j, ; "Four or five hundred? We've goffeii • lo eight tons of that stuff already; r; ^ don't guess I'd be taking any risk on i&L" - that!" he chuckled. Fairchlld reached Pr for the currency eagerly. All but a M j.,'„ * hundred dollars of It would go to £• * ' "" • Mother Howard--for that debt must be paid off first. And, that accomplished, denying himself the Invitation of rest that his bed held forth for him, he started out into town, apparently to loiter about the streets and receive the congratulations of the townspeople, but In reality to watch for one person and one alone--Squint Rodaine! h|ww him late In the afternoon, shambling along, his eyes glaring, his lips moving wordlessly, and he took up the trail. But It led only to the office of the Silver Queen Development company, where the scar-faced muu doubled at his desk and, stuffing a cigar Into his mouth, chewed on ft didnt you wait until tkey ware both there?" "I--I thought they ware, RoadyP The woman's voice was whining, pleading. "Ain't you going to kiss me?" "No. I ain't going to kiss you. You went and made a mess of^thlngs." •You kissed me the night our boy was born. Remember that, Roady? Don't you remember how you kissed me then ?" "That was a long time ago,, and you were a different woman then. You'd do what I'd tell you." "But I do now, Roady. Honest, I dow l$l do anything y«u tall Wi to-- • WW?' cackled. "What Have You Got Thla Door Shut For?" angrily. Instinctively Fairchild knew that the greatest part of his mean temper was due to the strike in the Blue Poppy; instinctively also be felt that Squint Rodaine had known of the value all along, that now he was cursing himself for the failure of his schemes to obtain possession of what had appeared until only a day before to be nothing more than a disappointing, unlucky, ill-omened hole in the ground. Fairchlld resumed his loitering, but evening found him near the Stiver Queen office. Anita's note had told him little, yet had implied much. Something was fermenting in the seething brain of Squint Rodaine, and If the past counted for anything, it was somethlng that concerned him. An hour more, then Fairchild suddenly slunk Into the shadows of a doorway. Squint had snapped out the light jind was locking the door. Fifty feet, then Fairchlld stepped from the doorway and took up the trail. It was not a hard one to follow. Squint Rodaine passed the street leadlag to *ils house without even looking Bp. Two blocks more, and they reached the dty limits. . A mile, and they were in the open eountry, crossing and recrossing the Ice-dotted Clear creek. A furlong more, then Squint Rodaine turned up the lane which led to a great, sham bllng, old, white building that. In the rosy days of the mining game, had been a roadhouse, but wl\ich nowt barely furnished In only a few of its rooms, inhabited by mountain rats and fluttering bats and general decay for the most part, formed the uncomfort able abode of Crazy Laura! And Fairchlld followed. It coultl mean only one thing when Rodaine •ought the white-haired, mumbling old hag whom once he had called his wife. It could* mean but one "butcome, and that of disaster for some one. Mother Howard had said that Crazy Laura would kill for Squint. And now that Squint Rodaine was seeking her. Fair child meant to follow, and to hear If such a thing were within the range of human possibility--the evil drippings of his crooked Hps. He crossed to the side of the road wtiere ran the inevitable gully and, taking advantage of the shelter, hurtled forward, smiling grimly In the darkness at the memory of the fact that things were now reversed; that he was following Squint Rodaine as Rodaine once had followed him. Swift !y |ie moved, closer--closer; the scar ffeced man went through the tumbledown gate and approached the house, not knowing that his pursuer was less • ffcan fifty yards away! A minute of cautious waiting then, fti which Fairchild did not move. Finally a light showed in an upstairs lOom of the house, and Fairchild, masking his own footprints in those made by Rodaine. crept to the porch. < llwiftly, silently, protected by the pad , f 8aow on the 8oles of his shoes, he •bade the doorway and softly tried the - Jock. It gave beneath his preamife, • pnd he glided within the dark hall- ^;«ray. musty and lusty in Its odor, for- ^ JUdding, evil and dark. Now Falr- / ' child could hear voices, and in a moment more they became louder, aa a door opened. It doo't make any difference J I *lnl going to stand for ttl Wbr youll Jtlst be good to me. Why don't vou hold me In your arms any more--?" A scuffling sound came from above. Fairchlld knew that she had made an effort to clasp him to her, and that he had thrust her away. The voices came closer. "You know what you got us into, don't you? They made a strike there today--same value as In the Silver Queen. If It hadn't been for you--" But they get out someway--they always get out." The voice was high and weird now. "They're immortal. That's what they are--they're, immortal. They have the gift--they can get out--" 'Bosh! bourse they get out when you wait until after they're gone. Why, one of 'em was downtown at the assayer's, so I understand, ^hen you went In there." "But the other--he's immortal. He got out--" "You're craayf* "Yes, crazy!" She suddenly shrieked at the word. "That's what they all call me--Crazy Laura. But I ain't-- hear me--I ain't! I know--they're Immortal, just like the others were immortal ! I can't hold 'em when they've got *he spirit that rises above--I've tried, ain't I--and I've only got one!" 'One?" Squint's voice became suddenly excited. "One--what one?" "I'm not going to tell. But I knowknow !" There was silence then for a moment, and Fairchlld, huddled in the darkness below, felt the creeping, crawling chill of horror pass over him as he listened. Above were a rogue and a lunatic, discussing between them what, at times, seemed to concern him wad his partner; more, It seemed to go back to other days, when other men had worked the Blue Poppy and met misfortunes. Squint Rodaine was talking again. "So you're not going to tell me about 'the one', eh? What have you got this door shut for?" "No door's shift." ^ ' "It is--don't you think I can see? This door leading Into the front room." The sound of heavy shoes, followed by a lighter tread. Then a scream above which could be heard the Jangling of a rusty lock and the bumping of a shoulder against wood. High «mi strident came Crazy Laura's voice: "Stay out of there--I tell you, Roady! Stay out of there! It's something that mortals shouldn't see--It's something--stay out--stay out!" "I won't--unlock.this door! "I can't do It--the time yet--I mustn't--" "You won't--well, there's another way." A crash, the sudden, stumbling feet of a man, then the scratching of a match and an exclamation: "So this is your immortal, eh?" Only a moaning answered, moaning intermingled with :tome vague form of a weird chant, the words of which Fairchlld in the musty, dark hall below could not distinguish. At last H>r!" hasn't come hear the better. Squint still was talking in his loving tones. "See, Honey," he was saying. *Tve --I've broken the spell by going in upstairs. You should have told me. I didn't know--I just thought--well, I thought there was some one in there you liked, and I got jealous." "Did you, Roady V' she "Did yo«r* "Yes--I didn't know you had him there. And yon were making him immortal?" o "I found him, Roady. His eyes wfere abut, and he was bleeding. It was at dusk, and nobody saw him when I carried him In here. Then I started giving him the herbs--" „/ % "That you've gathered IT Bight?" • ' "Yes--where the dead .sleep. I 'get the red berries most. That's the blood of the dead, come to life again." The quaking, crazy voice from below caused Fairchild to shiver with a 'sudden cold that no warmth could eradicate. Still, however, he lay there listening, fearful that evety move from below might bring a cessation of their ronversntion. But Rodaine talked on. "Of course I know. But I've spoiled that now. There's another way, Laura. Get that spade. See, the dirt's soft here. Dig a hole about four feet deepand six or seven feet long. Then put half that lime from the barrel in there. Understand?" . What for?" It's the only way,, now; well hate to do that. It's the other Wfy.to Immortality. . You've given him the herbs?" "Yes." "Then this is the .end. See? Now do that, won't you, Haney?" "You'll kiss me, TOwft "There!" The fal"< sound of a kiss came from below. "Aud there's another "one. And another!" "Just like the night our boy was bora. Don't you remember how you bent over and kissed me then and held me In your arms?" "I'm holding you that way now, Honey--Just the same way that I held you the night our boy was born. And I'll help you with this. You dig the hole and put half the lime In there-- don't put It all. WeH need the rest to put on top of him. You'll have It done in about two hours. There's something else needed--some acid that I've got to get. It'll make It all the quicker. I'll be back, Honey. Kiss me." Fairchlld, seeking to still the horror- laden quiver of his body, heard the sound of a kiss and then the clatter of a man's heavy shoes on the stairs, accompanied by u slight clink from below. He knew that sound-- the scraping of the steel of a spade against the earth as It was dragged into use. A moment more and Rodaine, mumbling to himself, passed the door. But the woman did not come upstairs. Fairchlld knew why; her crazed mind was following the instructions of the man who knew how to lead the lunatic Intellect Into the channels he desired; she was digging, digging a grave for some one, a grave to be lined with quicklime! Upstairs was some one who had been found by this woman in an unconscious state and evidently kept in that. condition through the potations of the ugly poison-laden drugs she brewed--some one who now was doomed to die and to lie In a quicklime grave! Carefully Fairchlld gained his feet; then, as silently as possible, he made for the rickety stairs, stopping now and again to listen for discovery from below. But it did not come; the insane woman was chanting louder than ever now. Fairchlld went on. He felt his way up the remaining stairs, a rat scampering before him; he sneaked along the wall, hands extended, groping for that broken door, finally to find It. Cautiously he peered within, striving In vain to pierce the darkness. At last, listening Intently for the singing from below, he drew a match from his pocket and scratched it noiselessly on his trousers. Then, holding It high above his head, he looked toward the bed--and stared In horror! A blood-encrusted face showed on the slipless,. pillow, while across the forehead was a jagged, red, untended wound. The mouth was open, the breathing was 4 heavy and labored. The form was quite still, the eyes closed. And the face was that of Harry! So Oils explained, aft«r a fashion, Harry's disappearance. This revealed why the search through' the mountains had failed. This-- But Fairchlld suddenly realized that .now wb» not a time for conjecturing upon the past The man on the bed was unconscious, Incapable of helping himself. Far below, ,a white-haired woman, her toothless Jaws uttering one weird chant after another, was digging for him a quicklime grave, in the Insane belief that she was aiding in accomplishing some miracle of Immortality. In time--and Fairchlld did not know how long--an 111-visaged, scar-faced man would return to help her carry the inert frame of the unconscious man below and bury it. (Tor could Fairchlld tell from tiie conversation whether he even Intended to perform the merciful act of killing the poor, broken being before he covered it with acids and quick-eating lime in a grave that soon would remove all vestige of human identity forever. Certainly now was nqt a time for thought; It was one for action! And for caution. Instinct told Fair child that for the present, at least, Rodaine must believe that Harry had escaped unaided. There were too many other things In which Robert felt sure Rodaine had played a part, too many other mysterious happenings which must be met and coped with, before the man of the blue-white scar could know that finally the underling was beginning to show fight, that at last the crushed had begun to rise. Fairchild bent and unlaced his shoes, taking off also the heavy woolen socks which protected his feet from the biting cold. Steeling himself to the ordeal which he must undergo, he tied the laces together and slung the footgear over a shoulder. Then he went to the bed. As carefully as possible, he wrapped Harry In the blankets, seeking to protect him In every way against the cold. With a great effort, he lifted him, the sick man's frame huddled in his arms like some gigantic baby, and started out of the eerie, darkened house. The stairs--the landing--the hall! Then a query from below: "Is that you, Roady?" The breath pulled sharp into Fairchild's lungs. He answered in the best Imitation be could give of the voice of Squint Rodaine: "Yes. Go on with your digging, Honey. I'll be there soon.** "And. you'll kiss me?" "Yes. - Just like I kissed yon tShe night our boy was born." it was sufficient. The chanting began again, accompanied by the swish of the spade as it sank Into the earth and the cludding roll of the clods as they were thrown to one side. Fairchild gained the door. A moment more and he staggered with his burden into the protecting darkness of the night. The snow crept about his ankles, seeming to freeze them at every touch, but Fairchlld did not desist. His original purpose must be carried out If Rodaine were not to know--the appearance that Harry had aroused himself sufficiently to wrap the blankets about him and wander off by himself. And this could be accomplished only by the pain and cold and torture Of a barefoot trip. Some way, by shifting the big frame of his unconscious partner noi? and then, Fairchild made the trip to the main road and veered toward the pumphouse ,of the Diamond J. mine, running as It often did without at tendance while the engineer made a trip with. the electric motor Into the hill. Cautiously he peered through the windows. No one was there. Beyond lay warmth and comfort--and a telephone. Fairchlld went within and placed Harry on the floor. Then he reached for the phone and called thb hospital. "Hello I" he announced In a husky, disguised voice. "This Is Jeb Gresharii of Georgeville. I've Just found a man lying by the side of the Diamond -J. pumphouse, unconscious, with a big cut In his head. I've brought him inside. You'll find him there; I've got to go on. Looks Jlke he's liable to die unless you can send the ambulance for him." . "We'll make it a rush trip," came the answer, and Fairchild hung up the phone, to rub his half-frozen, aching feet a moment, then to reclothe them in the socks and thoes, watching the entrance of the Diamond J. tunnel as he did so. A long minute--then he left the pumphouse, made a few tracks in the snow around the entrance, and walked swiftly down the road. Fifteen minutes later, from a hiding place at the side of the Clear creek bridge, he saw the lights of the ambulance as it swerved to the pumphouse. Out cama the stretcher. The attendants went In search of the injured man. When they came forth again, they bore the form of Harry Harklns, and the heart of Fairchlld began to beat once more with something resembling regularity. His partner--at least such was his hope and his prayer--was on the way to aid and to recovery, while Squint Rodaine would know nothing other than that he had wandered awayl Grateful, lighter in heart, than he had been for days, Fairchild plodded along the road in the tracks of the ambulance, as It headea back for town. The news already hp d spread by the time he reached there; news travels fast In a small mining camp. Fairchild went to the hospital, and to the side of the cot where Harry had been taken, to find the doctor there before him, already bandaging the wound on Harry's head and looking with concern now and then at th« pupils of the unconscious man's eyes. 'Are you going to stay here with him?" the physician asked. 'Yes," Fairchlld said, ift spite of aching fatigue and heavy eyes. The doctor nodded. * 'Good. I don't know whether he's going to pull through or not. Of course, I can't say--but It looks to me from his breathing and his heart ac tion that he's not suffering as mucb from this wound as he is from some sort of poisoning. 'We've given him apomorphine and it should begin to take effect sooft. We're using the batteries too. You say that you're going to be hero? That's a help. They're shy a nurse on this floor tonight, and I'm having a pretty busy time of It. I'm very murtt afraid that poor old Judge Richmond's going to lay down his cross . before morning." "He's dying?" Fairchild said it with a clutching sensation at his throak The physician nodded. "There's hardly a chance for him." The physician went, and Fairchlld took his place beside the bed of the unconscious Harry, his mind divided between concern for his faithful partner and the girl who, some time In the night, must say good-by forever to the father she loved. Judge Richmond was dying. What would that mean? What effect would it have upon the engagement of Anita and the man Fairchild hoped that she detested? What--then he turned at the entrance of the Interne with the batteries. "If you're going to be here all night," said the white-coated individual, "it'll help me out a lot if you'll use these batteries for me. Put them on at their full force and apply them to his cheeks, his hands,'his wrists and the soles of his feet alternately. From the way he acts, there's some sort of morphlnic poisoning. We can't tell what It la--except that It acts like a narcotic. And ufcout the'only way we can pull him out is with these applications." The Interne turned over the bat terles and went on about his -work, while Fairchild, hoping with his heart that he had not placed an Impediment in the way of -Harry's recovery by not telling what he knew of Crazy Laura and her concoctions, began his task. Midnight came and early morning. With dawn, the figure on the bed stirred slightly and groaned. Fairchild looked up, to see the doctor just entering. "I think he's regaining consdoueness." * "Good." The physician brought forth his hypodermic. "That means a bit of C<>0(ki6(tfdOOO(KiOOOCOOOOOOOOOOOQOOOOOOOOOCfOCK>CK>OOCOOOOOO Bakers Bake It For Yon --no need to bake at home HERE'S your old-time far vorlte--full-fruited rm» & sin bread with at least eight tempting raisins to the slice --already baked for you by master bakers in your city. Simply 'phone your grocer or a neighborhood bake shop and have a fresh loaf for lunch or dinner tardelight your folks. 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Recently, the cow hooked the old man, md now he la suing his son-in-law for damages. SULPHUR NO LONGER IMPORTED m.rtm came Squint's voice again, this time In softened tones: "Laura--Laura, Honey."- "Yes, Squint." f "Why didn't you tell your sweetheart about this?" "I mustn't--you've spoiled it now, Roady." "No--Honey. I can, show you the way. He's nearly gone. What were you going to do when he went--7" He'd have disBoiveip In air, Roady-- I know. The spirits have told me." "Perhaps so." The voice of the senrfaced, mean-visaged Squint Rodaine was still honeyed, still cajoling. "Perhaps so--but nbt at once. Isn't there a barrel of lime In the basement?" • "Yes." ' " ; "Come downstairs with me." They started downward thgn, and Fairchlld watched them pasa, Rodaine in the lead, carrying a smoking larao with Ha hRlf-hmkPn norooning on the base. Crazy Laura, mumbling her toothless gums, her hag-like hands extended before her, shuffling along In the rear. 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