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tmi&wM- » *YNOP8IS. Philip Cayley, accused of a crime of which ha is not guilty, resigns from the army In disgrace and his affection (or His friend, Lieut. Perry Hunter, turns to hatred. Cayley seeks solitude, where h® perfects a flying machine. While soaring over the Arctic regions. h« nicks up a curiously shaped stick he had seen in the assassin's hand. Mounting again, he dis­ covers a yacht anchored in the bay. De­ scending near the steamer, he meets a «lri on on lea floa _ Ha. l«arns. tfaat^the SlrPs name is Jeanne Fielding and tnat the yacht has come north to seek signs of her father, Captain Fielding, an arctic explorer. A party from the yacht Is ma­ king search ashore. After Cayley departs .Teanne finds that he had dropped a cu­ riously-shaped stick. Captain Planck and the surviving j.rew of his wrecked whaler are In hiding on the coast. A slant ruf- man named Roscoe, had murdered Fielding and his two campa-nions. ,%fter the ex­ plorer had revealed the loeatlon of an enormous le^ye of pur® gold. Roscoe then took command of the party. It develops that the ruffian had committed the njur- dar witnessed by Cayley. Roscoe plans to capture the yacht and escape with a big load of gold. Joanne tells Fanshiw, owner of the yacht, about the visit of the sky-man and shows him the stick left by Cayley. Fanshaw declares that It is an Eskimo throwing stick, used to shoot 3arts. Tom Fanshaw returns from the searching party with a sprained ankle. CHAPTER IV^-Coirtlnued. She was addressing the elder man ta she spoke, and as she mentioned the name--It was the first time she had mentioned it to any one--she law him shoot a startled, inquiring fiance at his son. Following it, she met Tom Fanshaw's eyes staring at her in utter amazement. "Cayley," he said, half tinder his breath;; "Philip Cayley--" "That was the name," she an­ swered-- "And yet, I'd be willing to swear," he said, 'Tve never mentioned that name to you in my life." "No," Bhe said. "Why should you? f know you didn't. I knew I had never heard it before when he told me it was his." She hesitated a moment; then: "Did you ever know a man lamed Philip Cayley, Tom?" He let the question go by, unheeded, and, (or a long time, gazed silently tut over the land. "I suppose," he said at last, "that a coincidence like this, any coincidence, If only it be Btrange enough, will bring a touch of •upersitous fear to anybody. I never bad even a touch of ft before, in all my life; and I always had a little feel­ ing of contempt for the men who showed ' it. But now--well, well, I wish poor old Hunter hadn't strayed away last night. I wasn't alarmed about him before, and I've no rational ground for alarm about him now. Only--" . He did not go on until she prompted him with a question. "And has the sky-man, Philip Cayley, anything to do with the coincidence?" Still it was a little while before he spoke. "I suppose I'd better tell you he story--a part of it, at least; I wouldn't tell it all to you." He turned to his father. "You, I think, already know it." Then with evident reluc­ tance, he began telling the story to Jeanne. "There was a man named Philip Cayley," he said, "in Hunter's class at the Point, three classes ahead of me, that was. He and Hunter were chums, the 'David and Jonathan,' you know, of their class. I remember what a stroke of luck for them everybody thought it was when they were as­ signed to service in the same regi­ ment. It seems to me, fg^thlnk back to our days at the Point--of course, my memory may be playing me a trick--but It seems to me that even then (Jayley was interested in the navigation of the air. Somebody kept a scrap-book of all that the newspa­ pers and magazine* repented on the subject, any way; I remember seeing It. I think it was Cayley. "I lost sight of him and Hunter when they went to the Philippines. It is only Justice to Hunter to say that I never heard a word of the thing that happened out there from him. He never seemed to want to talk to me about it, an^, of course, I never forced him. Well, I can make a short story of it, any way, though it has to be a nasty one. "A man came into the post one day, the head man of one of the neighbor­ ing villages out there, a man with white blood in him--Spanish blood. They carried him in, for he couldn't walk. He was in horrible condition. He had been tortured--I won't go into the details of that--and flogged nearly to death. He said that Cayley had done it He had remonstrated with Cayley, he said, because he feared for his daughter's safety--she was a pretty girl, whiter than her father-- and It seems that the man's fears had some justification. It appears that Cayley had come out there, blind drunk, with a couple of troopers, who deserted that same night, and man­ handled the old man. The girl joined in her father's accusation, at least she didn't deny anything. "Cayley was away on scout duty at the time when the man came In--the thing had happened, some days prior. Just before he started out. It came like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, for everybody liked Cayley and thought him an exceptionally decent, clean sort of chap, though he and Hunter both were drinking a good deal Just then. Peor Hunter #as all broken up about it. Everybody be­ lieved that he really knew some in- TOR fiM. WMSS1B: FVAKJM^iVO BY TH* CENTURY CO €?®PTPM!HV )9tO ev Twe ouceeae CO criminating facts against Cayley. but be never would speak. "As for Cayley himself, he made no defense whatever. He denied he did it, and that was all. There wasn't any real corroborative evidence against him, so the court-martial dis­ missed the case as not proved. But he wouldn't testify himself, nor have a single witness called in his behalf, and he resigned from the service then and there, and disappeared, so far as I know, from the world. I heard he had a ranch down somewhere in New Mexico, near Sandoval, I think the place was." His father saw a quick tightening in the girl's horror-stricken eye* at the sound of the name, which evidently, in soma way, helped corroborate the story to her, but he did not question her about It. There was a silence after that, while the three out there on the Au­ rora's deck looked blankly into each other's faces. The silence was broken at last, by none of them, but by a ball from the shore. "Ahoy, Aurora!" cried Ihe voice. Mr. Fanshaw answered with a wave of his arm. "That's Donovan," he said to the others; then, "Yes; what is it?" he cried. "Will you touu m dinghy for ins, please?" The boat was dispatched at once, and while they waited, Mr. Fanshaw borrowed Jeanne's field-glasses for a look at the man who had hailed them. "He's In a hurry," said the old gentle­ man. "He looks if he had news of one sort or another." They all had felt It in the mere timber of his voice- something urgent; something omin­ ous. It seemed an interminable while be­ fore the returning boat came along­ side the foot of the accommodation ladder. When the new-comer appear­ ed at the head of it, his face had plainly written on It the story of some tragedy. "What is It?" Jeanne asked, not very steadily. "Oh, please don't try to break It to met Tell me, just as you do the others." "It's nothing concerning you, miss, not especially, I mean; nothing to do with your father." Then he turned to Mr. Fanshaw, "I found Mr. Hunter, sir." "Dead?" The tone in which Dono­ van had spoken made the question hardly necessary. "Yes, sir. His body is lodged deep down In one of the ice fissures in the glacier. I could see it perfectly, though I couldn't get down to it" Tom Fanshaw covered his face with his hands for a moment Then he looked up and asked, steadily: "He slipped, I suppose?" At the same moment his father asked: "Do you think we shall be able to recover the body?" Donovan answered this question first. "We can try, sir, (hough I've not much hope of our succeeding." Then, after a moment's hesitation, he turned to the son. "No, sir, he didn't fall; at least it wasn't the fall that killed him. I found this in a cleft In the ice near by. It must have been driven clean through his throat, sir." He held out, in a shaking hand, a long, slim ivory dart, sharp almost as steel could be, and stained brown with blood. "He was murdered, sir," Donovan c&ncludcd sins ply. "Give me the dart," the old gentle­ man demanded. As he examined It, his fine old face hardened. "Do you see?" he asked, holding it out to his son. "There is no notch in the end for a bow-string, but it wftl lie very truly in the groove of that throwlng- stlck that Jeanne brought aboard the yacht this morning." Then he turned to the girl. Tm afraid your visitor last night was no visioQ, my dear, after all." But the girl was looking and point­ ing skyward. CHAPTER V. The Dart. High, high up in the clear opaline air was a broad, golden gleam. Near­ er it came, and broader it grew, and tyi It grew, and as It caught more ful- 11 the slanting beams of the low-hang iag arctic sun, It shone with prismatic, iridescent color among the gold, like 4P archangel's wings. The shining tilng towered at last right above the mast-head, but high, high up in the sky. Then the four watchers uttered, In one breath, a horror-frozen cry, for, as a falcon does, it dropped, hurtling. But not to the destruction they fore­ saw; once more it darted forward, cir­ cled half round the yacht, so close to her rail that they heard the whining scream of the air as those mighty wings cleft through it And then, as on the night before, his plans up­ standing straight, Cayley leaped back i ward, clear of them, and alighted oij the floe beside the yacht. Old Mr. Fanshaw walked quickly around the deckhouse and hailed the new arrival. "Won't you come aboard, sir?" Jeanne heard him call. 'Til send the dinghy for you." "Thank you," they heard him aa> ) I III I*1 // IX. 1 \ "Did You Ever a Know a Man Named Philip Cayley, Tom I" swer.,- "There wasn't much room for alighting on the deck or I could have spared you the trouble." Je&nne stole a glance Into Tom Fan­ shaw's stern, set face, wondering If the tone and the inflection of that voice would impress, him as it had her. "Don't you find it hard to believe that he could have done such a thing f she asked; "a man with a voice Ilka that?" "I only wish I found it poesible to believe he hasn't Not every villain in this world looks and talks like a thug. If they did, life would be sim* pier." He paused a moment, then added: "And we know he did the other thing--out there in the Philippines." Her face paled a little at that, stif­ fened, somehow, and she did not an­ swer. They sat silent listening to the receding oars of the dinghy as it made for the ice-floe. Suddenly the girl saw an expression of perplexity come into Tom Fanshaw's face. "When you talked with him, Jeanne, last night did you tell him our name? Mine and father's, I meant Did you give him any hint who we were, or that we were people who might know him?" "No, only my own; and who father was. He asked me about that" "Ah," he said. "Then that accounts for his coming back." She had hoped that In some way or other the trend of her answer might be In the sky-man's favor, and was disappointed at seeing that the reverse was true. She had to repress a sudden impulse of flight when they heard the return­ ing dinghy scrape alongside the ac­ commodation ladder. And even though she resisted it. she shrank back, nevertheless, Into a corner be­ hind Tom Fanshaw's chair. The old gentleman was waiting at the head of the ladder, blocking, with the bulk of his body, the new-comer's view of the deck and those who were waiting there until he should have fairly come aboard. "Mr. Philip Cayley?" he Inquired stiffly. "My name is Fanshaw. sir; and I think my son, who sits yon­ der--" he stepped aside and inclined his head a little in Tom's direction-- is, or was ones, an aequalntiuiee of yours." From her place in the back­ ground, Jeanne saw a look of perplex­ ity--nothing more than that, she felt sure--come into Philip Cayley's face. The old gentleman's manner was cer­ tainly an extraordinary one in which to greet a total stranger, 500 miles away from human habitation. Cayley seemed to be wondering whether it represented anything more than the individual eccentricity of the old gen­ tleman, or not Evidently he recognised Tom Fan­ shaw at once, and, after an almost im­ perceptible hesitation, seemed to make up his mind to overlook the singulari­ ty of his welcome. "I remember Lieu­ tenant Fanshaw welt," he said, smil­ ing and speaking pleasantly enough, though the girl thought she heard an underlying note of hardness In his voice. "You were at the Point while I was there, weren't you? But it's many years since I've seen you." At that he crossed the deck to where young Fanshaw was sitting, and held out his hand. Tom Fanshaw's hands remained clasped tightly on the two arms of his chair, and the stern lines of his face never relaxed, though he was looking straight into Cayley's eyes. "I remember you at the Point very well," he said, "but unfortunate- * f 1 "It Was a Moment Before He Spoke." ly, there are some stories of your sub­ sequent career which I remember al­ together too well" The girl did not need the sudden look of incandescent anger she saw in Philip Cayley's face to turn the sud­ den tide of her sympathy toward him. :t was not for this old wrong of his hat they had summoned him, as to a jar of Justice, to the Aurora's deck, but to meet tho accusation of the mur­ der of Perry Hunter. Whether he was guilty of that murder, or not this raking up of an old, unproved offense | was a piece of unnecessary brutality. 3he could not understand how kind- learted old Torn could have done such j \ thing. Thinking it over afterward, [ ihe was able to understand a little I >etter. From behind Tom's chair she could lee how heavily this blow he dealt lad told. For (me Instant Philip Cay­ ley's sensitive face had shown a look of unspeakable pain. Then It stiffen- ! id into a mere mask--Icy; disdainful. It was a moment before he spoke. When he did, it was to her. "I don't Imow why this gentleman presumes to keep his seat," he said. "If it Is as a precaution against a blow, perhaps, he need not let his prudence Interfere with his courtesy." "He has Just met with an accident," she said quickly. "He cant stand-- No, Tom. Sii null," Had liar uitujl upon his shoulders enforced the com­ mand. Cayley bowed ever so slightly. "I suppose," he continued, "that slnoe last night you also have heard the story which this gentleman protests he remembers so much too well?" "Yes," she said./ At that, he turned to old Mr. Fan­ shaw : "Will you tell me, sir," he asked, "for what purpose I was in­ vited to come aboard this yacht?" Tom spoke before his father could answer--spoke with a short ugly laugh, "You weren't Invited. You were, as the polloe say, 'wanted.'" "Be quiet, Tom!" his father com­ manded. "That's not the way to talk --to anybody." Cayley's lips framed a faint, satir­ ical smile; and again he bowed slow­ ly. But be said nothing, and stood, waiting for the old gentleman to go on. This Mr. Fanshaw seemed to find it rather difficult to do. At last, how­ ever, he appeared to find the words he wanted. "When Miss Fielding gave us an account, this morning, of the strange visitor she had received last night, we were--I was, at least--In­ clined to think Bhe had been dream­ ing It without knowing it To con­ vince me that you were real and not a vision, she showed me a material and highly interesting souvenir of your call. It was an Eskimo throwing- stlck, Mr. Cayley, such as the Alaskan and Siberian Indians use to throw darts and harpoons with. It happens that I've had a good deal of exper­ ience among those people, and that I know how deadly an Implement It is." He made a little pause there, and then looked up suddenly Into Cayley's face. "And I imagine," he continued very slowly, "that you know that as well as I do." Cayley made no answer at all, but if Mr. Fanshaw hoped to flnd with those shrewd eyes of his, any look of guilt or consternation in the pale face that confronted him, he was dis­ appointed. Suddenly, he turned to his son: 'Where Is that thing that Donovan brought aboard with him just ucwT' he asked. The blood-stained dart lay on the eck beside Tom's chair. He picked It up and held It out toward his fa­ ther, but the elder man, with a ges­ ture, Indicated to Cayley that he was to take it In his hand; then: "Jeanne, my dear," he asked, "will you fetch out from the cabin the stick which dropped from Mr. Cayley's belt last night?" When she had departed on the er­ rand, he spoke to Cayley: "You will observe that the butt of this dart is not notched, as it would have to be If It were shot from a bow." He did not look at Cayley's face as he spoke, but at his hands. Could it be possible, he wondered, that those hands could hold the thing with that sinister brown stain upon it--the stain of Perry Hunter's blood--without trembling? They were steady enough, though, so far as he could see. When Jeanne came out with the stick, he handed that to Cayley also. "You will notice," he said, "that that dart and the groove In this stick were evidently made for each other, Mr. Cayley." The pupils of Jeanne's eyes dilated as she watched the accused man fit them together, and then balance the stick in his hand, as if trying to dis­ cover how It could be put to so dead­ ly aruse as Mr. FanBhaw had indi­ cated. He seemed preoccupied by othlng more than a purely intel­ lectual curiosity. His coolness seemed to anger Mr. Fanshaw, as It had formerly angered his son. For a moment this sudden anger of his rendered him almost in­ articulate. Then: "We don't wan't a demonstration!" came like the explosions of a quick- fire gun. "And you have no need for trying experiments. You knew how nicely that dart would fit in the groove that was cut for It You know, altogether too well, what the stain is that discolors It You know where we found that dart You're only surprised that it was ever found at all--it and the body of the man it slew." "Everything you say Is perfectly true," said Cayley, very quietly. "I am surprised that the body of the man was ever recovered. I'm a little surprised, also, that you should think, because this stick fell from my belt last night and this dart which you found trail* fixing a man's throat this morning--'* Tom Fanshaw Interrupted him. His eyes were blazing with excitement "It was not from us that you teemed that that dart transfixed the murdered man's throetl" he cried. 'I knew it, nevertheless," said Cay­ ley In that quiet voice, not looking to­ ward the man he answered, but still keeping his eyes on old Mr. Fanshaw. "And also a little surprised," he went on, as If he had not been interrupted, "that you should think, because this stick and this dart fit together, that I am, necessarily, a murderer." "You have admitted It now, at all events," Mr. Fanshaw replied. His voice grew quieter, too, as the In­ tensity of his purpose steadied it "1 •Uyyube uiat la because, upon this 'No-Man's-Land,' you are outside the pale of law and statute--beyond the jurisdiction of any court I tell you this: I think we would be Justified in giving you a trial and hanging you from that yard there. We will not do it We will not even take you back to the states to prison. You may live outlaw here and enjoy, undisturbed, your freedom, such as it is, and your thdhghts and your conscience, such as they must be. But if ever you try to return to the world of men--" Cayley Interrupted the threat befors it was spoken: "I have no wish to re> turn to the world of men," he said. "1 wish the world were empty of men, as this part of It is, or as I thought it was. I abandoned mankind once be­ fore, but yesterday when I saw men here, I felt a stirring of the blood-- the call of what was in my own veins. Last night when I took to the air again, after the hour I had spent on that ice-floe yonder, I thought I want­ ed to come back to my own kind; wanted, in spite of the p&st, to be one of them again. Perhaps it is well that I should be rid of that delusion so quickly. I am rid of it, and I am ri4 of you--bloody, sodden, stupid, blind. "Yet, with all my horror of you, my disdain of you, I should not expect one of you to do murder, without soma sort of motive, some paltry hope of gain, upon the body of a stranger. It Is of that that you acouse me--" "A stranger!" Tom Fanshaw echoed. "Why, when you confess to so much, do you try to lie at the end? Yov can't think we don't know that th« man you murdered was once you* friend--or thought he was, Ood helg him! Why try to make us believe that Perry Hunter was a stranger to you?" The girl's wide eyes had never left Cayley's face since the moment of hef return to the deck with the throwing Btick. Through It all--through Fan. shaw's hot accusation, and his owq reply--through those last words ol Tom's, it had never changed. There had been contempt and anger in it, subdued by an iron self-control; no other emotions than those two, until tllfj «j>d. TJnHI montjnn that name--"Perry Hunter." But at the sound of that nam*-- Just then, the girl Baw his face po bloodless, not all at once, slowly, rath­ er. And then after a little while he uttered a great sob; not of grief, but such a sob as both the Fanshaws had heard before, when, In battle or skir> mlsh, a soft-nosed bullet smashes its way through some great, knotted nerve center. His hands went out in a con­ vulsive gesture, both the Btick and the dart which he held, falling from them, the stick at the girl's feet, the dart at his own. Then leaning back against the rail for support he cover­ ed his face with his hands. At last, while they waited silently, he drew himself up straight and looked dazed­ ly into her face. Suddenly, to the amazement of the other two men, she crossed the deck to where he stood. "I'm perfectly Sure, for my part, that you didn't da it; that you are not the murderer of Mr. Hunter. 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