The Flaming Jewel. Chambers Robert William

he cried, "I give you ten minutes, make up your mind, tell me what you do with that packet."

      He wiped the blood from his face where she had struck him.

      "You don't know José Quintana. No! You shall make his acquaintance. Yes!"

      Eve got up on naked feet, quivering from head to foot, striving to button the grey shirt at her throat.

      "Where?" he demanded, beside himself.

      Her mute lips only tightened.

      "Ver' well, by God!" he cried. "I go make me some fire. You like it, eh? We shall put one toe in the fire until it burn off. Yes? Eh? How you like it? Eh?"

      The girl's trembling hands continued busy with her clothing.

      "So!" he said, hoarsely, "you remain dumb! Well, then, in ten minutes you shall talk!"

      He walked toward her, pushed her savagely aside, and strode on into the spruce thicket.

      The instant he disappeared Eve caught up the knife he had dropped, knelt down on the blanket and fell to cutting it into strips.

      The hunting knife was like a razor; the feverish business was accomplished in a few moments, the pieces knotted, the cord strained in a desperate test over her knee.

      And now she ran to the precipice where, ten feet below, the top of a great pine protruded from the gulf.

      On the edge of the abyss was a spruce root. It looked dead, wedged deep between two rocks; but with all her strength she could not pull it out.

      Sobbing, breathless, she tied her blanket rope to this, threw the other end over the cliff's edge, and, not giving herself time to think, lay flat, grasped the knotted line, swung off.

      Knot by knot she went down. Half-way her naked feet brushed the needles. She looked over her shoulder, behind and down. Then, teeth clenched, she lowered herself steadily as she had learned to do in the school gymnasium, down, down, until her legs came astride of a pine limb.

      It bent, swayed, gave with her, letting her sag to a larger limb below. This she clasped, letting go her rope.

      Already, from the mountain's rocky crest above, she heard excited cries. Once, on her breakneck descent, she looked up through the foliage of the pine; and she saw, far up against the sky, a white-masked face looking over the edge of the precipice.

      But if it were Quintana or another of his people she could not tell. And, again looking down, she began again the terrible descent.

      An hour later, Trooper Stormont of the State Constabulary, sat his horse in amazement to see a ragged, breathless, boyish figure speeding toward him among the tamaracks, her naked feet splashing through pool and mire and sphagnum.

      "Good heavens!" he exclaimed as she flung herself against his stirrup, sobbing, hysterical, and clinging to his knee.

      "Take me back," she stammered, " – take me back to daddy! I can't – go on – another step – "

      He leaned down, swung her up to his saddle in front, holding her cradled in his arms.

      "Lie still," he said coolly; "you're all right now."