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A rough sailor appeared and was ordered away. CHAPTER IV.—Continued. The place was clearly the summer home of a city man in search of quiet, and I was turning away, when sud denly a woman's voice rang out clear ly frvrn the bank. "Hallo, the houseboat!” "Yes; I’m here!” answered the man below. 'Come on, father; I've been looking for you everywhere,” called the voice again. “Oh. It's too bad you’ve been wait | ing," he answered. ! ‘‘Of course I've been waiting!” she | flung back, and he jumped up and ran ! toward her. Then down the steps ; flashed Helen Holbrook in white. She ■ paused at. the gate an instant before ] continuing her descent to the creek, | bending her head as she sought the remaining steps. "Daddy, you dear old fraud, I thought you were coining to meet me on the ridge!” I turned and groped my way along the darkening path. My heart was thumping wildly and my forehead was wet with perspiration. Ijima stood on the bank lighting his lantern, and I flung myself into the launch and hade him run for home. We were soon crossing the lake. I lay back on the cushions and gazed up at the bright roof of stars. Before 1 reached Glenarm the shock of find ing Helen Holbrook in friendly com munication with her father had passed, and I sat down to dinner at cine o'clock with a sound appetite. CHAPTER V. A Fight on a Houseboat. At ten o'clock I called for a horse and rode out into the night, turning I into the country with the intention | of following the lake road to the re ! gion I had explored in the launch a ; few hours before. All was dark at St Agatha's as I passed. No doubt Helen Holbrook had returned in due course from her visit to her fathej md, after accounting plausibly to aunt for her absence, was sleeping the deep of the just. Now that I thought of the matter in all its hearings, I ac cused myself for not having gone directly to St. Agatha's from the lone ly house on Tippecanoe creek and waited for her there, demanding an explanation of her perfidy. She was reating Miss Pat infamously; that was plain; and yet in my heart I was xcusing and defending her. A fam ily row about money was ugly at best; and an unfortunate—even riminal—father may still have some daim on his child. Then, as against such reasoning, he vision of Miss Pat rose before me —and I felt whatever chivalry there is in me arouse with a rattle of ipears. Paul Stoddard, in committing hat dear old gentlewoman to my care, :ad not asked me to fall in love with her niece; so, impatient to be thus wayed between two inclinations, I chirrnped to the horse and galloped swiftly over the silent white road. The whole region was very lonely, and now that the heat of hoofs no lon ier rang in my ears the quiet was op pressive. I struck through the wood and found the creek, and the path be side it. The little stream was still murmuring its own name musically, with perhaps a softer note in defer ence to the night; and following the path carefully I came in a few min utes to the steps that linked the cot age with the houseboat at the creek's edge. It was just there that I had seen Helen Holbrook, and I stood quite still recalling this, and making sure that she had come down those steps in that quiet out-of-the-way cor ner of the world, to keep tryst with her father. The story-and-a-half cot tage was covered with vines and cIose-wra*>ped in shrubbery. A semi circle of taller pines within shut the cottage off completely from the high way. I crawled through the cedars and walked along slowly to the gate, near which a post supported a sign board. I struck a match and read: This, then, was the home of the canoe-maker mentioned by Ijima. I found his name repeated on the rural delivery mail box affixed to the sign post. Henry Holbrook was probably a boarder at the house—it required no great deductive powers to fathom that. I stole back through the hedge and down to the houseboat. Several canoes, carefully covered with tar paulins. lay about the deck, and chairs were drawn up close to the long, low bouse in shipshape fashion. If this houseboat was the canoe-maker’s shop he had chosen a secluded and pictur esque spot lor It. As I leaned against the rail stt ly ing the lines of the house, I heard sud denly the creak of an oarlock in the stream behind, and then low voices talking. I drew back against the house and waited. Possibly the ca noe-maker had been abroad, or, more likely, Henry Holbrook had gone forth upon some michief, and my mind flew at once to the two women at St. Aga tha's, one of whom at least was stil^ under my protection. The boat ap proached furtively, and I heard now y ( It Flashed Over Me That He Was the Dark Sailor I Had Ordered from Glenarm. very distinctly words spoken in Italian: “Have a care; climb up with the rope and I'll follow.” Then the boat touched the platform lightly and a second later a man climbed nimbly up the side. His com panion followed, and they tied their boat to the railing. They paused now to reconnoiter—so close to me that I could have touched them with my hands—and engaged in a colloquy. The taller man gave directions, the other replying in monosyllables td show that he understood. “Go to the side porch of the cottage, and knock. When the man comes to the door tell him that you are the chauffeur from an automobile that has broken down in the road, and that you want help for a woman who lias been hurt.” “Yes, sir.” “Then—you know the rest.” "The knife—it shall be done.” 1 have made it the rule of my life, against much painful experience and the admonitions of many philosophers, to act first and reason afterwards. And here it was a case of two to one. The men began stealing across the deck toward the steps that led up to the cottage, and with rather more zeal than judgment I took a step after them, and clumsily kicked over a chair that fell clattering wildly. Both men leaped toward the rail at the sound, and I flattened myself against the house to await developments. The silence was again complete. “A chair blew over,” remarked one of the voices. “There is no wind,” replied the oth er, the one I recognized as belonging to the leader. “See what you can find—and have a care!” The speaker went to the rail and began fumbling with the rope. The other, I realised, was slipping quite noiselessly along the smooth planking toward me, his bent body faintly sil houetted in the moonlight. I knew that I could hardly be distinguishable from the long line of the house, and I had the additional advantage of know ing their strength, while I was still an unknown quantity to them. The men would assume that I was either Hart ridge, the boatmaker, or Henry Hol brook, one of whom they had come to kill, and there is, as every one knows, little honor in being the victim of mistaken identity. I heard the man’s hand scratching along the wall as he advanced cautiously; there was no doubt but that he would discover me in another moment; so I resolved to take the initiative and give battle. My finger-tips touched the back of one of the folded camp chairs that rested against the house, and I slow ly clasped it. I saw the leader still standing by the rail, the rope in his hand. His accomplice was so close that I could hear his quick breathing, and something in his dimly outlined crouching figure was familiar. Then it flashed over me that he was the dark sailor I had ordered from Glen arm that afternoon. He was now within arm’s length of me and 1 jumped out, swung the chair high and brought it down with a crash on his head. The force of the blow carried me forward and jerked the chair out of my grasp; and down we went with a mighty thump. I felt the Italian's body slip and twist lithely under me as I tried to clasp his arms. He struggled fiercely to free himself, and I felt the point of a knife prick my left wrist sharply as I sought to hold his right arm to the deck. His muscles were like iron, and I had no wish to let him clasp me in his short thick arms; nor did the idea of being struck with a knife cheer me greatly in that first moment of the fight. My main business was to keep free of the knife. He was slowly lifting me on his knees, while.I gripped his arm with both hands. The other man .had dropped into the boat and was watching us across the rail. "Make liaste, Giuseppe!" lie called j impatiently, and 1 laughed a little, \ either at his confidence in the out come or at his care for his own se curity; and my courage rose to find that [ had only one to reckon with. I suddenly slipped my left hand down to where my right gripped his wrist and wrenched it sharply. His fingers re laxed, and when I repeated the twist the knife rattled on the deck. I broke away and leaped for the rail with some idea of jumping into the creek and swimming for it; and then the man in the boat let go twice with a revolver, the echoing explo sions roaring over the still creek with the sound of saiuling battle-ships. "Hold on to that/ man—hold him!" he shouted from below, 1 heard the Italian scraping about on the deck for his knife as I dodged round the house. I was satisfied to let things stand as they were, and leave Henry Holbrook and the canoe-maker to defend their own lives and property. Then, when I was about midway of the steps, a man plunged down from the garden and had me by the collar and on my back before I knew what had hap pened. There was an instant's silence in which 1 heard angry voices from the houseboat My new assailant lis tened, too, and I felt his grasp on me tighten, though I was well winded and tarne enough. I heard the boat strike the platform sharply as the second man jumped into it; then for an instant silence again held the valley. My captor seemed to dismiss the retreating boat, and poking a pistol into my ribs gave me his attention. “Climb up these steps, and do as I tell you. If you run, I will shoot you like a dog." "There's a mistake—” I began, chokingly, fqr the Italian had almost strangled me and my lungs were as empty as a spent bellpws. “That will do. Climb!” He stuck the revolver into my back and up I went and through the garden toward the cottage. A door opening on the veranda was slightly ajar, and I was thrust forward none too gently into a lighted room. My captor and I studied each other attentively for half a minute. He was beyond question the man whom Helen Holbrook had sought at the house boat in the summer dusk. Who Hart ridge was did not matter; it was evi dent that Holbrook was quite at home in the canoe-maker's house, and that he had no intention of calling any one else into our affairs. He had undoubt edly heard the revolver shots below and rushed from the cottage to inves tigate; and. meeting me in full flight, lie had naturally taken it for granted that I was involved in some designs on himself. As he leaned against a table by the door his grave blue eyes scrutinized me with mingled indigna tion and interest. I seemed to puzzle him, and his gaze swept me from head to foot several times before he spoke. Then his eyes flashed angrily and he took a step to ward me. "Who in the devil are you and what do you want?” “Mv name is Donovan, and I don't want anything except to get home." "Where do you come from at this hour of the night?" "I am spending the summer at Mr. Glenarm's place, near Aniiandale.” “That's rather unlikely; Mr. Gien arm is abroad. What were you doing down there on the creek?" "I wasn't doing anything until two men tame along to kill you and I mixed up with them and got badly mussed for my trouble.” He eyed me with a new interest. “They came to kill me, did they? You tell a good story. Mr. Donovan.” “Quite so. I was standing on the deck of the houseboat, or whatever it is—” "Where you had no business to be—” t, “Granted. ! had no business to be there: but I was there and came near getting killed for my impertinence, as 1 have told you. Those fellows rowed up from the direction of the lake. One of them told the other to call you to your door ou the pretense of summon ing aid for a broken motor car off there in the road. Then he was to stab you. The assassin was an Ital ian. His employer spoke to him in that tongue. I happen to -be ac quainted with it.” “You are a very accomplished per son," he observed, dryly. He walked up to me and felt my pockets. “Who fired that pistol?” "The man in charge of the expedi tion. The Italian was trying to knife me on the deck, and 1 broke away from him and ran. His employer had gone back to the boat for safety and lie took a crack at me as I ran across the platform. It’s not the fault of either that I'm not quite out of busi ness." An inner door back of me creaked slightly. My captor swung round at the sound. “O Rosalind! It's all right. A gen tleman here lost his way and I'm giv ing him his bearings." The door closed gently, and I heard the sound of steps retreating through the cottage. 1 noted the anxious look in Holbrook's face as he waited for the sounds to cease; then he ad dressed me again. “Mr. Donovan, this is a quiet neigh borhood, and I am a peaceable man, whose wordly goods could tempt no one. There were undoubtedly others besides yourself down there at the creek, for one man couldn't have made all that row; but as you are the one I cai •» t I must deal with you. Rut you have protested too much: the idea of Italian bandits on Tippecanoe creek is creditable to your imagina tion, but it doesn’t appeal to my com mon sense. 1 don’t know about your being a guest at Glenarm house even that is flimsy. A guest in the absence of the host is just a little too fanciful. I’m strongly disposed to take you to the calaboose at Tippe canoe village." Having been in jail several times in different parts of the world I was not anxious to add to my experiences in that direction. Moreover, I hal come to this lonely house on the Tippeca noe to gain information touching the movements of Henry Holbrook, and 1 did not relish the idea of being thrown into a country jail by him. I resolved to meet the situation boldly. “You seem to accept my word re luctantly, even after I have saved you from being struck down at your own door. Now I will be frank with you. I had a purpose in coming here—” He stepped back and folded his arms. “Yes, I thought so.” He looked about uneasily, before his eyes met mine. His hands beat nervously on his sleeves as he waited, and I re solved to bring matters to an issue by speaking his name. “I know who you are, Mr. Hoi brook.” His hands went into his pockets again, and he stepped back and laughed. “You are a remarkably bad guesser, Mr. Donovan. If you'had visited me by daylight instead of coming like a thief at midnight, you would have saved yourself much trouble. My name is displayed over the outer gate. I am Robert Hartridge, the canoe maker.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Circus Daring Due to Heredity Alfred T. Ringling tells me that nine-tenths of the leading performers before the public can be included in 30 families. As sharply defined as any old English lineage, they can be traced backward in some instances more than two centuries—each gener ation accepting without question the heritage of spangles and tights. 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