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"That much Eldridge and any other man trained in elementary science already knows. It is no secret." "It hasn't been published," observed Hallowell grimly. "Well, go to it! The task of the independent investigator, of which we are some, is now to discover, first, what are those conditions, and, second, what causes them. With the exception of Mr. Hallowell, we all know what this guiding power is."
"I've heard of such things before," he said. "The wise skippers all say it is a mirage, but the wiser sailormen say it is a message from another world. She's gone, our Huntress is, and there's no wind under heaven will ever blow her home again." Martin Hallowell had swung on his heel and was walking away down the street facing the fact, finally, that his venture was at an end.
"Before answering the general, he instantly turned to me," writes the adjutant, who reports the interview, "and said, Tell Colonel Hallowell to bring up the Fifty-fourth immediately." This was done, and just before nightfall the attack was made. Shaw was serious, for he knew the assault was desperate, and had a premonition of his end.
"And you," he cried; "you're going to jail too. I'll drive " The voice of Mr. Hallowell, shaken with pain and distress, rose feebly, beseechingly. "Henry!" he begged. "I can't stand it!" "Judge Gaylor!" thundered Rainey, "I won't be responsible if you keep this up." With an exclamation of remorse, Vera ran to the side of the old man.
It was a chance shot, but the bullet tore through the Indian's heart, and dropping the halter, he toppled, dead. "I've killed one of 'em, Hallowell!" cheered the captain, excitedly. "Hurrah! Bully for you! Hi! Yip! Yip!" And "Whack! Whack!" He never quit driving, not Lieutenant Hallowell! The Indians had halted, to examine their dead warrior, and yell over him. "What they doing now, Cap?"
He came back with a claim to make, one that went back as far as the day when Reuben and Martin Hallowell quarreled and made a hasty division of what had belonged to them in common. There had always been a slight doubt as to the title of the land upon which the yellow stone farmhouse stood, and to the upper end of the farms by the river.
He watched them intently for a moment, when the objects rose up and he discovered they were horsemen. He grasped Hallowell by the arm, directing his attention to them, and said, "What are they?"
"I don't understand you," said the reporter. "You have no heart. You are as bad as this Monsieur X, and between you you hold a city in your power one way or the other!" "Well, I rather like being a little god," remarked Darrow. Hallowell started once more to plead, but Darrow cut him short. "You are thinking of the present," he said. "I am thinking of the future.
Hallowell listened to this advice with unmixed satisfaction; the afternoon papers would not be able to get at his source of information. The reporter felt a slight wonder as to how Darrow had managed his ascendency over the operator. An inquiry as to that met with a shake of the head. "I may have to ask your help in that later," was his only reply.
"It might," he said, "but who'd believe it?" "He believes it!" cried Gaylor, "or he pretends to believe it. Tell him!" he commanded. "He won't believe me. Does Mr. Hallowell associate with mediums, and spirits and spooks?" Again the young doctor laughed. "Of course not!" he exclaimed. "It's not worth answering, Judge. You ought to treat it with silent contempt."
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