The Argosy, June 1904 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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502 THE ARGOSY. and dcmand an explanation. Yet, what right had ke to take up cadwels for the daughter of Jackson Hawley ? He hastened his steps to overtake ‘the skipper of the Susannah, but the latter did not glance at him until they passed joss a gate which divided the llaw- - property from the open conimon Noa Then he turned and taced Lyun, but still walking along the path. “You are, | understand, partly a euest of Mr. Hawley,” he said, eving iiynn sternly. “ Therefore I cannot vaake de quarrel wit? you on his land, ch? You understand me?” “Oh, quite,’ said Lynn, growing rather chilly as to manner but very inuch heated as to temper. “ We are out of his premises now. Do you wish to quarrel with me?” “That depends,’ said Enelebock. “JT do not understand how you haf made yourself so friendly wit? Mr. Ilawley—or his daughter. But stay! He said you had safed his life, is it not?” “Mr. Hawley was too kind,’ re- turned Lynn. “ Don’t let my relations with him interfere with your desires, sn” “But how he could aecept the friendship of a Shepard You are the son, I presume, of James Shepard, the American, are you not?” he broke off to ask, “You are making no mistake,” Lynn fold him, thinking it better to sweep away all ‘doubts in the man’s mind at once. “IT am just the person whom Vv ynn Shepard, son of Jim Shepard, who was the partner of Preston Shaw in *+9.” “Ah-ha! ’Tis so. And [ overhear vou trying to make Miss Hawley tell vou somet’i ing which you haf no busi- ness to know, eh? “J took no unfair advantage of Miss Hawley,” lynn said stoutly. “ She knew who T was and what I wanted be- fore she spoke one word herself.” “No, no! That cannot be possible! ” exclaimed Englebock. ‘“‘ Do vou mean to tell me that Bert’a knew that you eome here to stir up trouble for a poor old man who has lived under a curse-— under a curse, IJ say!—for more years than you and | are old, Mr. Shepard ?” “Then Preston Shaw is not dead!” burst from Lynn’s lips. Iinglebock frowned and stopped dead in the path. The two men had made a slight détour from the river-bank, and the path now followed the edge of a sand pit which here cut into the ‘com- mon, Night was falling, and already the river was draped m shadows. One could not descry the opposite bank ex- cepting for a light twinkling here and there in a farmer’s cot. They were alone on the waste land, and as Lynn beheld the working of the captain’s weather-beaten face, he held himself ready for rough work. The blue eyes sparkled angrily, and he knew that it was in the man’s heart at that instant to attack him. “You know too much!” growled the captain at last. ©“ You will not catch me agaim—no, sir! You will not inake me tell as you did that foolish girl. What Jackson Hawley can tink of, IJ do not sce. To take you into his house —into lus family Bah! he is crazy.” “Not so crazy as you might think, caplain,” Lynn said lightly. “Mr. Haw- ley did not know my name—exactly. At least, he never suspected I was Jim mshepard’s son. But that is not to the point——” “Tt is very much to the point, sir,” erowled Englebock. “You think so. But you are wrong. I have not come here to search out Preston Shaw or his heirs for any harm to them. J know the old man wronged ny father greattv. But I only ask for mv rights——” “You tink to fool me, but you will not!” interrupted the other ayain. “You will not succeed. If Jackson Ilawley is de one fool, I am not-——no, sir! “No! I will not listen to you, Mr. Shepard. It is de lucky ping I come here at dis time. I block vour little game, see? You may fool a girl; vou may fool an old. fat- headed Johnny Bull, as you Americans call the Eng- lish, eh? But vou cannot fool me. ‘é ‘No; yowll fool yourself,” exclaimed Lynn in disgust. “Tf you will listen to ne, Captain Englebock—— PRODUCED BY UNZ.ORG comicaoolks ELECTRONIC REPRODUCTION PROHIBITED CO