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Burning, I give you my pledge to be from this day
a stranger to your sweet wife. And now will you do something for me,
to prove that your soul is sound and is going to stay sound? It shall
be the least I can ask in good faith to the world we live in."
"What is it?" asked Arthur. There was no capitulation in his face or
his voice. "I want you to make to Isabel a full retraction and
explanation of every falsehood you have uttered to her or to me in
this matter." Leonard was pale again; Arthur burned red a moment, and
then turned paler than Leonard. "You fiend!" gasped the husband. "I am
to exalt you, and abase myself, to her?" "No.

No, Arthur. Women are strange;
every chance is that in her eyes I shall be abased." The
speaker went whiter than ever.

"But be that as it may,
you shall have lifted your soul out of the mire. You must do it,
Arthur; don't you see you must?" Arthur

sank into the chair at his side. He seemed to have guessed

what Leonard was keeping

To the sea, and there the money will be given you."
The chief laughed long and loudly. "What! Am
I a goat to put my head inside the tiger's jaws? Nay, I shall hold you here for ransom. Let them bring gold. Now, take hold," indicating
the trap cage. "We shall take this fine man eater along with us. I am speaking

to you, white men, and you, pig of a Hindu! Chalu! I will kill any one who falters. Opium! Ah, yes! You shall pay for
my headache and the sickness of my comrades. Chalu! And your white
woman; she shall give a ransom of her own!" The village jutted out
into the desert after the fashion of a
peninsula. On the west of it lay another stretch of sand. They
followed the verdure till they reached the base of the rocky hills, which were barren of any vegetation;
huge jumbles of granite the color of porphyry. During the night
they made about ten
miles, and at dawn were smothered by one of those raging sand-storms,
prevalent in this latitude. They had to abandon the
trap cage and seek shelter in a near-by cave. Here they remained huddled together till the storm died away. "It
has blown
itself out," commented the chief. Then he spoke to Ramabai. "Who is this man?" with a nod toward the
colonel. "He is an American." "He came for

Allaha?" "Yes," said Ramabai unsuspiciously. "Ha! Then that great prince
did not lie." "What prince?" cried Ramabai, now alarmed. "The Prince Durga
Ram. Three
fat bags of silver, he said, would he pay me for the white hunter with the white hair. It is the will of Allah!"

The colonel's head
sank upon his knees. Kathlyn patted his shoulder. "Father, I tell you mind not the mouthings of a vile guru. We shall soon be free." "Kit, this time, if I return to Allaha, I shall die.

I feel it in my bones." "And I say no!" The chief turned to Ramabai.

"You and the woman with you shall this day seek two c

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Eyes. Viewed through the magnifying medium, a startling moving-picture
swung into focus. Surrounding a big, covered wagon, of the
prairie-schooner type, were from ten to a dozen wild-looking Mexicans,
their straggling elf-locks crowned by high-peaked sombreros, and their
serapes streaming out wildly about them, whipped into loose folds by the
pace at which they rode. As Coyote Pete had said, there was little
difficulty for any one who ha

" "Well, how about my company?" Melroy wanted to know. "Your I.F.A.W.
members walked out on me, without any notice whatever, at twelve hundred
today. Am I to consider that an act of your union, or will you disavow
it so that I can fire all of them for quitting without permission?" "And
how about the action of members of your union, acting on instructions
from Harry Crandall, in re-packing the Number One Doernberg-Giardano
breeder-reactor at our plant, after the plutonium and the U-238 and the
neutron-source containers had been removed, in order to re-initiate a
chain reaction to prevent Mr. Melroy's employees from working on the
reactor?" Leighton demanded. "Am I to understand that the union sustains
that action, too?" "I hadn't known about that," Fields said, somewhat
startled. "Neither had I," Cronnin added. "When did it happen?" "About
sixteen hundred today," Melroy told him. "We were on the plane from Oak
Ridge, then," Fields declared. "We know nothing about that." "Well, are
you going to take the responsibility for it, or aren't you?" Leighton
insisted. Lyons, who had been toying with a small metal paperweight,
rapped on the table with it. "Gentlemen," he interrupted. "We're trying
to cover too many subjects at once. I suggest that we confine ourselves,
at the beginning, to the question of the dismissal of these men, Burris
and Koffler. If we find that the I.F.A.W. has a legitimate grievance in
what we may call the Burris-Koffler question, we can settle that and
then go on to these other questions." "I'm agreeable to that," Melroy
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Nder the bed, for it was getting pretty sultry for us, seemed to me. And
I peeped out, and in a little while Tom's Aunt Polly shook herself loose
and stood there looking across at Tom over her spectacles--kind of
grinding him into the earth, you know. And then she says: "Yes, you
BETTER turn y'r head away--I would if I was you, Tom." "Oh, deary me!"
says Aunt Sally; "IS he changed so? Why, that ain't TOM, it's Sid;
Tom's--Tom's--why, where is Tom? He was here a minute ago." "You mean
where's Huck FINN--that's what you mean! I reckon I hain't raised such a
scamp as my Tom all these years not to know him when I SEE him. That
WOULD be a pretty howdy-do. Come out from under that bed, Huck Finn." So
I done it. But not feeling brash. Aunt Sally she was one of the
mixed-upest-looking persons I ever see --except one, and that was Uncle
Silas, when he come in and they told it all to him. It kind of made him
drunk, as you may say, and he didn't know nothing at all the rest of the
day, and preached a prayer-meeting sermon that night that gave him a
rattling ruputation, because the oldest man in the world couldn't a
understood it. So Tom's Aunt Polly, she told all about who I was, and
what; and I had to up and tell how I was in such a tight place that when
Mrs. Phelps took me for Tom Sawyer--she chipped in and says, "Oh, go on
and call me Au

Is policy was followed on non-financial lines as wel

Lace and the wall above it were black as a half-burnt back log. But the
food! My mouth waters now at the thought of it. No crazy French
concoctions of frothy indigestibleness; but good, sweet cooking--the
supper one gets among the old families of Maryland or Virginia.

timent may be false, Yet it will 

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