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He takes passage on the steamer Warrior and makes the acquaintance of Judffe Beaucaire. rich planter, and of Joe Kirby (the Devil's Own), notorious srambler. Knox learns Judgre Beaucaire has a daughter, Klolse, and a granddaughter, Rene, offspring of a son whom the Judge has disowned. Rene's mother is a negress, and she and her' daughter, never having been freed, are slaves under the law, although the girls have been brought up as sisters. Kirby Induces the judge to stake his plantation and negro servants on a poker hand unfairly dealt by Joe Carver. Kirby's partner. Kirby accuses the judge of cheating. Beaucaire, infuriated, drops dead. Knox tries to Induce Kirby to give up his stolen winnings. Kirby and Carver throw Knox overboard. • The lieutenant swims ashore and reaches a hui. Knox lies unconscious for ten .days. Recovering, he finds he Is in a cabin owned by Pete, a "free nigger," who had shot him, mistaking him for an enemy. His dispatches have been forwarded. Recovering from his wound, Knox sends Pete to bring Haynes, Beaucaire'a lawyer, and they arrange, with Pete's help, to get the .women t» the cabin of an abolitionist, Amos Shrunk, before Kirby comes. At the Beaucaire place Knox overhears a conversation between the sheriff and his deputy, and learns the truth about the situation. He is witness to an interview between Kirby and a girl who says she is Rene Beaucaire. Kirby insults the girl, and Knox attacks hinj. Believing Kirby dead, Knox explains affairs to the girl, and she agrees to try to escape with him. |wv. CHAPTER VII--Continued. . . ---7-- •Wave you ever visited the mouth of Baunders' creek? You have I How far away Is that from here?" "Not more than half a mile; it enters the river Just below the Landing." "And, If I understood you'rightly," I urged eagerly, "you said ihat these fellows left their keelhoat there; that It had been rigged up to run by steam, p.nd had DO guard aboard except the engineer; you are sure of this?" 'That was what the man who talked to me first said--the deputy sheriff. He boasted that they had the only keelboat on the river equipped with an engine and had come up from St. Louis In two hours. You--you think we could use that?" "It seems to be all that Is left us. I intend to make the effort, anyway. You had better show me the road." 1 followed her closely, a mere shadow, as she silently led the way 1 along the edge of the wood and back of the negro quarters. I felt confident of being able safely to approach the unsuspecting engineer and overcome any resistance before he could realize the possibility of attack. I was obliged to rely upon a guess at the time of night, yet surely it could not be long after twelve and there must remain hours of darkness amply sufficient for our purpose. With the boat once securely in our possession the engineer compelled to serve, for I had no •kill in that line, we could strike out directly for the opposite shore and creep along tv its shadows past the sleeping town at the Landing until we attained the deserted waters above. By then we should practically be beyond immediate pursuit. Even if Carver or the sheriff discovered Kirby, any immediate chase by river would •e Impossible. Nothing was available .or their use except a few rowboats at the Landing; they would know nothing as to whether we had gone up or down stream, while the coming of the early daylight would surely permit us > to discover some place of concealment along the desolate Illinois shore. Desperate as the attempt undoubtedly was the situation as I considered it in all its details brought me faith in our success and fresh encouragement to make the effort. We moved forward slowly. I took the lead myself, bending low and feel ing carefully for footing in the'wiry grass. The darkness so shrouded everything, blending objects Into shapeless shadows, that it required several moments before I could clearly determine the exact details. The mouth of the creek, a good-sized stream, was only a few yards away, and the boat, rather a larger craft than I had anticipated seeing, lay Just off shore, with stern to the bank, as though prepared for instant departure. It was securely held In position by a rope, probably looped about a convenient stump, and my eyes were finally able to trace the outlines of the wheel by which it was propelled. Except for straggling rushes extending to the edge of the water, the space between [was vacant yet sufficiently mantled in idarkness to enable one to creep for- •ward unseen. At first glance I could distinguish no sign of the boatman left in charge, tout even as I lay there, breathless and uncertain, he suddenly revealed his presence by lighting a Jantern in the 'Stern. The illumination was feeble <enough yet sufficient to expose to view the small, unprotected engine aft, ami atlso the fact that all forward of tli. little cockpit in which it stood tin' entire craft was decked over. The f< ! low was busily engaged in overhaul ing the machinery, leaning far for ward, his body indistinct, the lantern swinging In one hand, with entire at tentlon devoted to his task. Occasionally, as he lifted his head for some purpose, the dim radiance fell upon his face, revealing the unmistakable countenance of a mulatto, a fellow of medium size, broad of cheek, with unusually full lips and a fringe of whisker turning gray. Somehow this revelation that he was a negro and not a white man brought with it to me en additional confidence in success. I inclined my head and whispered In the girl's ear: "You are not to move from here until I call. This is to be my part of the work, handling that-lad. I am going now." 1 "He is colored, is he not--a slave?" We can only guess as to that. But he does not look to me like a hard proposition. If I can only reach the boat without being seen the rest will be easy. Now is the proper time, While he Is busy tinkering with the «ogine. You will stay here?" *Yes, of course; I--I could be of no help." She suddenly held out her hand, as though impelled to the action by some I could not see the expression on her face, yet knew the slender body was trembling nervously. "Surely you are not afraid?" "Oh, no; It is not that--I--I amr all unstrung. You must not think of me at all." I realized the gravity of my task, and my eyes were watchful of the shrouded figure I was silently approaching. I drew nearer inch by inch, advancing so slowly and snakelike that not even the slightest sound of movement aroused suspicion. Apparently the fellow wras engaged in oiling the machinery, for he had placed the lantern on deck and held a long-spouted can In his fingers. His back remained toward me as I drew near the stern, and consequently I no longer had a glimpse of his face. The wooden wheel of the boat, a clumsy-appearing apparatus, rested almost directly against the bank, where the water was evidently deep enough to float the vessel, and the single rope holding it in position was drawn taut from the pressure of the current. Waiting until the man was compelled to bend lower over his work, utterly unconscious of my presence, I straightened up and, pistol in hand, stepped upon the wooden beam supporting the wheel. He must have heard this movement, for he lifted his head quickly, yet was even then too late; already I had gained the afterdeck, and my weapon was on a level with his eyes. "Don't move or cry out!" I commanded sternly. "Obey orders and you will not be hurt." He shrank away, sinking upon the bench, his face upturned so that the light fell full upon It, for the Instant too greatly surprised and frightened to give utterance to a sound. His mouth hung open, and his eyes stared at me. "Who--who wus yer? Whatciia want yere?" "I am asking questions and you are answering them. Are you armed? All right, then; hand it over. Now put out that light." He did exactly as I told him, moving as though paralyzed by fear, yet unable to resist. "You are a negro--a slave?" "Yas, sah; Ah's Maisa Donaldson's boy frum St. Louee." "He is the sheriff?" "Yas, sah--yas, sah. Whar is Massa Donaldson? Yer ain't done bin sent yere by him, I reckon, 'Pears like I never see yer afore." "No; but he Is quite safe. What Is your name?" "Sam, sah--Just plain Sam." "Well, Sam, I understand you are an engineer. Now, it happens that I want to use this boat, and you are going to run It for me, do you understand? I am going to sit down here on the edge of this cockpit and hold this loaded pl«tn] inst hnck of your ear. HI* i«outn rtunff Open u.. .... •tared at Me. It might go off at any minute, and surely will If you make a false move or attempt to foul the engine. Any trick, and there is going to be a dead nigger overboard. I know enough about engines to tell If you play fair-- so don't take any chances, boy." **'Ah--Ah--reckon as how I was goln' fer ter run her all right, sah; she's sum consid'ble contrary et times, sah, but Ah'll surely run her, If thar's eny run In her, sah. Ah ain't carin' "bout beln' no corpse." "I thought not; you'd rather be a free nigger, perhaps? Well, Sam, if you will do this Job all right for me tonight m put you where the sheriff will never see hide nor hair of you again--no, not yet; wait a moment, there is another passenger." She came Instantly In answer to my low call, and through the gloom the startled negro watched her descend the bank, a mere moving shadow, yet •wift impulse, and the warm pressure | with the outlines of a woman. I half her fingers meant more than words, j believe he thought her a ghost, for I could hear him muttering inarticulately to himself. I dared not remove my eyes from the fellow, afraid that his very excess of fear might impel him to some reckless act, but I extended one hand across the side of the boat to her assistance. "Take my hand, Rene," I said pleasantly, to reaissure her, "and come aboard. Yes, everything is all right. I've Just promised Sam here a ticket for Canada." I helped her across into the cockpit and seated her on the bench, but never venturing to remove my eyes from the negro. His actions and whatever I was able to observe of therexpression of his face only served to convince me of his trustworthiness, yet I could take no chances. "She's Just a real, live woman, sah?" he managed to ejaculate, half In doubt. "She sure ain't no ghost, sah?" "By no means, Sam; she is just as real as either you or I. Now listen, boy--you know what will happen to you after this, If Donaldson ever gets hold of you?" "I 'spects I does, sah. He'd Just nat'arly skin dls nigger alive. Ah reckon." "Very well, then; it is up to you to get away, and I take it that you understand this river. We are going to head upstream." "Yas, sir; yer plannin' fer ter go nor'. Wal, sah, dars plenty o' watah fer dls yere boat right now, wid de spring floods. Nothin' fer ter be afeerd of 'bout dat." "That is good news. Now, Sam, I am going to cut this line, and I want you to steer straight across into the shadows of the Illinois shore. I believe you are going to1 play square, but for the present I'm going to take no chances with you. I am holding this pistol within a foot of your head, and your life means nothing to me if you try any trick. What Is the speed of this boat upstream?" " 'Bout ten mile an hour, sah." "Well, don't push her too hard at first, and run that engine as noiselessly as possible. Are you ready? Yes-- then I'll cut loose." I severed the line and we began to recede from the shore, cutting diagonally across the decidedly swift current. Once beyond the protection of the point the star-gleam revealed the sturdy rush of the waters, occasionally flecked with bubbles of foam. Sam handled the unwieldy craft with the skill of a practiced boatman, and the laboring engine made far less racket than I had anticipated. Pistol in hand, and vigilant to every motion of the negro, my eyes swept along that vague shore line, catching nowhere a spark of light, nor any evidence that the steady chug of our engine had created alarm. We were alone upon the mysterious bosom of the vast stream, tossed about in the full sweep of the current, yet. moving steadily forward, and already safely beyond both sight and sound. , Every moment of progress tended to increase my confidence in Sam's loyalty. The fellow plainly enough realized the situation--that safety for himself depended on keeping beyond the reach of his master. To this end he devoted every Instant diligently to coaxing his engine and a skillful guidance of the boat, never once permitting his head to turn far enough to glance at me, athough I could occasionally detect his eyes wandering in the direction of the girl. She had not uttered a word HOB changed her posture since first entering the boat, but remained just as I had seated her, one hand grasping the edge of the cockpit, her gaze on the rushing waters ahead. I could realize something of what must be passing through her mind--the mingling of doubt and fear which assailed her In this strange environment. Up until now she had been accorded no opportunity to think, to consider the nature of her position; she had been compelled to act wholly upon Impulse and <1 riven blindly to accept my suggestions. And now, In this silence, the reaction had come, and she was already questioning if she had done right. It was in my heart to speak to her, i effort to strengthen her faith, btat I esitated, scarcely knowing what to ay, deeply touched by the pathettc roop of her figure, and In truth unertain In my own mind ns to whether <>r not we had chosen the wiser < ourse. All I dared do was to silently reach out one hand and rest It gently >n those fingers clasping the rail. She • lid' not remove her hand from beneath mine, nor indeed give the slightest evidence that she wq^ even aware of my action. Wus Ah to turn nor', sah?" asked the negro suddenly. t Yes, upstream; but keep In as close to the shore as you think safe. There is no settlement along this bank, is there?" "No, sah ; dar's jus' one cabin, 'bout a mile upstream, but dar ain't nobody livln* thar now. Whar yer all aim fer ter go?" " I hesitated an instant before I an swered, yet almost as quickly decided that the whole truth would probably serve us best. The man already had one reason to use his best endeavors; now I would bring before him a second. "Just as far up the river before day light as possible, Sam. Then I hope to uncover some hiding place where we can He concealed until it is dark again. Do you know any such place?" "On de Illinois shore, sah? Le's see thar's Rassuer creek, 'bout twenty mile up. Ah 'spects you all knows «»hut yer a headin' fer?" "To a certain extent--yes; but we had to decide on this action verj quickly, with nochauce to plan it out. I am aiming mouth of the Illinois." He glanced about, «t me, vattUjr endeavoring to declplftr my expression In the gloom. • "De Illinois ribber, boss; what yer hope fer ter find thar?" "A certain man "I've heard about. Did you ever happen to hear a white man mentioned who lives near there? His name Is Amos Shrunk." I could scarcely distinguish his eyes, but I could feel them. I thbught for a moment he would not answer. "Yer'll surely excuse me, sah," he said at last, humbly, his voice with a note of pleading it It. "Ah's feelln' friendly 'nough an* all dat, sah, but still yer mus' 'member dat Ah's talkln' ter a perfect stranger. If yer wud sure tell me furst Just whut yer was aimln' at, then maybe Ah'd know a heap mor'n Ah do now." "I guess you are right, Siur. I'll tell you the whole of it. I rfta endeavoring to help this young woman to escape those men back yonder. You must know why they were there ; -no doubt yon overheard Ihera talk coming up?" "Yas. sah; Massa Donaldson he was goin' up fer ter serve sum papers fer Massa Kirby, so he cud run off de Beaucaire niggers. Btt dls yere gal, she ain't no nigger--she's Ju$t a white pusson." "She Is a slave under the law," 1 said gravely, as she made an effort to move, "and the man Kirby claims her." I could see his mouth fly open, but the surprise of this statement halted his efforts at speech. "That explains the who^e. situation, I went ori, "Now will J»u answer me?" • " 'Bout dls fere Styissa Shrank?" ' "Yes--yd*' have heard of him before?" ' ;V?t , V . .11 "Ah reckon as bow maybe Ah ha4 sah." ia'i'.- V "t)o you know wherel he can lw found?" "Not peraackly, sah. : Ah ain't nev«h onct bin thar, bufs, Ah sorter seems fer ter recollec' sum'thln' 'bout whar he mought be. Ah reckon maybe Ah cu<' go thar, If Ah Just hed to. Ah reckoi If yer all held dat pistol plum 'gains mah hed, Ah'd mos' likely find dis Amos Shrunk. Good Lord, sah!" and his voice sank to a whisper, "Ah Just can't git hoi' o' all dls--Ah sure can't, sah--'bout her bein' a nigger." Rene turned about, lifting her face Into the starlight. "Whether I am white or colored. Sam," she said quietly, **cah make little difference to you now. I am a woman and am asking your help. I can trust you, can I not?" The negro on his knees stared at her, the whites of his eyes conspicuous. Then suddenly he jerked off his old hat. "Ah 'spects yer kin, missus," he pledged himself In a tone of conviction which made my heart leap. "Ah's bin a slave-nigger fer forty-five years, but Just de same Ah ain't never bin mean ter no woman. Yas, sah, yer don't neither one ob yer eber need ter ask Sam no mor'--he's a-goin' thro' wid yer all ter de end--he sure am, ma'am." Silence descended upon us, and I slipped the pistol back Into my pocket. Rene rested her cheek on her hand and gazed straight ahead Into the night. Far off to the left a few winking lights appeared, barely perceptible, and I touched the negro, pointing them out to him and whispering my question so as not to disturb the motionless'girl. "Is that the Landing over there?" "Ah certainly 'spects it must be, sah; dar ain't no other town directly 'round dese parts." "Then those lights higher up most be on the bluff at Beaucaire?" "Yes, sah; looks like de whole house was lit up. I reckon things am right lively up thar 'bout now." He chuckled to himself, smothering a laugh. "It's sure goln' fer ter bother Massa Donaldson ter lose dis nigger, sah, fer Ah's de only one he's got." The lights slowly faded away In the far distance, finally disappearing altogether as we rounded a sharp bend in the river bank. The engine increased Its stroke, giving vent to louder chugging, and I could feel the strain of the planks beneath us as we battled the current. This new noise may have aroused her, for Rene lifted her head as . though suddenly startled and glanced about in my direction. "We have passed the village?" she asked, rather listlessly. "Yes; It Is already out of sight. From the'number of lights burning I Imagine our eschpe has been discovered." "And what will they do?"--an echo of dismay in her voice. All f<*ar of any treachery on the part of the negro had completely deserted me, and I slipped down from my perch on tlfe edge of the cockpit to a place on the bench at her side. She made no motion to draw away, but her eyes were upon my face, as though seeking to read the meaning of my sudden action. "We can talk better here," I explained. "The engine makes so much noise." "You have not yet explained to me what we were to do. ( Your plans (or tomorrow?" "Because I scarcely have any," I replied. "This has all occurred so suddenly I have only acted upon Impulse. No doubt those back at the Landing will endeavor to pursue us; they may have discovered already our means of escape and procured boats. My principal hope Is that they may take it for granted that we have chosen the easier way and gone downstream. If so we shall gain so much more time to get beyond their reach." "Bjgt why have you chosen the northern route? Surely you had a reason?" "Certainly; it was to deceive them and get out of slave territory as quickly as possible. There are friends in this direction and none In the other. If we should endeavor to flee by way. of the Ohio we would be compelled to run a thousand-mile gantlet. There are slaves in Illinois--it has never been declared a free statfe1--but tbetfe are held almost exclusively in the piore southern countief. North of the But Her Eyes Were Upon My Face, as Though Seeking to Read the Meaning of My (fudden Action. river the settlers are largely from New England, and the majority of them hate slavery and are ready to assist any runaway to freedom." "But you have spoken of a man-- Amos Shrunk--who is he?" "You have certainly heard rumors, at least, that there are regular routes of escape from here to Canada?" "Yes; It has been discussed at the house. I have never clearly understood, but I do know that slaves disappear and are never caught. I was told white men helped them." "It is accomplished through organized effort by these men--Black Abolitionists, as they are called--haters of slavery. They are banded together in a secret society for this one purpose and have what they call stations scattered all along at a certain distance apart--a night's travel--from the Mississippi to the Canadian line, where the fugitives are hidden and fed. A station keeper, I am told, is only permitted to know a few miles of the route, those he must cover--the system Is perfect, aud many are engaged. In it who are never even susp e c t e d . " ' > • "And this man--Is he one?" "Yes--a leader; he - operated the most dangerous station of all. The escaping slaves come to him first." She asked no further questions, find after a moment turned away, resting back against the edge of the cockpit with chin cupped In the hollow of ber l^and. The profile of her face was clearly defined by the starlight reflected by the river, and I found It hard to withdraw my eyes. A movement by the negro attracted my attention. "There is a^-smafi creek-about four miles 'above the Landing, Saiq," I said shortly. "Do yp^ {hlnk .you could find It?* "On de Missouri side, sah? Ah reckon Ah cud." The Devil's Own comes to life. (TO BE CONTINUED.) JAVA "LAND OF VOLCANOES" Country Has From Earliest Times Been Devastated by Turbulent Iforoea of Nature, Java, with a territory about equal to New York state, has more volcanoes than any area of like size, and yet has more Inhabitants than the states of New York, Pennsylvania, Illinois, Ohio and Texas combined. A bulletin of the National Geographic society finds that estimates of the active and extinct craters range from 100 to 150. "Everywhere in Java, In the huge crater lakes. 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