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No great damage was done on either side and the British airmen all escaped without injury, though four of them lost their machines. One, Flight Commander Hewlett, fell with his plane into the North Sea at a considerable distance from Cuxhaven and was picked up by a Dutch trawler, which landed him in Holland several days afterward.
But presently he seemed to revive again to the consciousness of his surroundings. "Are you with me, Hewlett?" he whispered. I placed my hand in his, and he clutched at it with feverish force. "You will have the gold, Hewlett," he muttered, apparently ignorant that I, too, was a prisoner and in hardly better plight. "You are the last of the four. I tried to kill you, Hewlett."
It is the richest gold deposit in the world, M. Hewlett, and neither Raoul nor Jean Petitjean knows the secret only Leroux and I. One cannot light upon this place save by a miracle of chance, such as brought you here. God put this treasure in these hills, and He did not mean it to be found." I grasped him by the shoulder. "Do you see what this means?" I shouted.
"Ah, Paul Hewlett, you are a very poor conspirator, indeed," he said, "to try to shoot a man without anything in your pistol. Do you remember how affectionately I put my arm round you when you were sitting in that chair writing your ridiculous check? It was then that I took the liberty of extracting the two cartridges.
If he failed, it was because he had to bow his head to fate, and in his death he saved all the honor of his family and his race. His tragic story has given a subject for a romance to Lytton, and for a stately drama to Tennyson. By HENRY G. HEWLETT The narratives concerning the life and exploits of the Cid are, to a great extent, merely poetic.
"This gentleman will sleep here to-night," said Leroux curtly. "In the morning at sunrise harness a sleigh for him and M. Lacroix. Adieu, M. Hewlett," he continued, turning to me. "And be sure your check will never be presented." There was something so sinister in his manner that again I felt that thrill of fear which he seemed able to inspire in me. He was less human than any man I had known.
Hewlett. Silence in the dormitory! Any boy who opens his mouth, I'll murder him. Now, sir, are not you the boy what can sing? Nightingale. Yes, Hewlett. Hewlett. Chant, then, till I go to sleep, and if I wake when you stop, you'll have this at your head. Please, Hewlett? Hewlett. Well, sir? Nightingale. May I put on my trousers, please? Hewlett. No, sir. Go on, or I'll Nightingale.
"Now, M. Hewlett, I shall show you your sleeping-quarters for to-night," Leroux continued to me, and conducted me out into the fenced yard. A number of Eskimo-dogs were lying there, and one of them came bounding up to me and began to sniff at my clothes, betraying every sign of recognition. This I knew to be the beast that I had taken to the home.
Hewlett, modelling his style upon the far finer Greek originals, produced an effect which was better than Mr. Pound's in proportion as the Greek tragedians are superior to the troubadours. In his execution he has really recaptured much of the manner of the great Greek tragedians.
"Leroux is a devil!" he burst out, with no pretended passion. "I want you to help me, M. Hewlett, and I can help you in a way you do not dream of. I am not one of his kind, to take his orders. Why in Quebec he would be like the dirt beneath my feet. He has a hold over me; he tempted me to gamble in one of his houses, and I well, he has a hold over me. But he shall not drive me into murder.
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