The Flaming Jewel
s taken from José Quintana as
anybody who attempted to
ng passion blazed-his mania to m
iscovered the identity and dwelling place of the obscure American soldier who had robbed him in the wash-room of a
ing a rifle, came out on the log ve
ely to have trouble with a man as c
t those with Quintan
ed his backwoods "hotel" at Star Pond would lift a finger to help him. Almost any among them woul
, Byron Hastings,-he knew them all too well to trust them,-a sullen, unscrupulous pack, partly cowardly, always fierce,-a
tood by him-Hal Smith-the man h
ad been sitting and walked down to the
n't dare call in the constables. I can't afford to
flung the entrails out into the pond, soused
y in the beginning?" h
do I
ever fou
don't make no difference how I got 'em; Eve's going to
utted it, flung away the vi
October," he remarked
ill no one, but Eve she's gotta be a lady and
now about t
en roving over the wooded shores
before I'd tell h
dn't stan
ou swallered the hull pie. That's the answer. A lady
robbed the man who robbed s
on him: "Only you and me know,
nows. His g
g. "I guess she ain't never
u purpose t
ll h
Quint
for a deer. Them acci
s you it will go ha
. I k
re you to ma
nk I'd t
oured eyes. The pupils were pin po
al
ha
no matter; they ain
ed the young man, still busy with his fish. He did not look around when
mn nosey, Hal," he said in
again: "You'd better tell somebod
sk your
said the youn
. Mind you
he water's edge wit
ghing. "So go on with your private war; it's
e trout. Eve Strayer, doing chamber work,
ation doing at Clinch's dump? Why was he content to hang around and do chores? A man of his type who has gone crooked enoug
; went on making up Smith's bed; and smiled as her st
-a flat, thin packet wrapped in heavy p
for me this morning. If you're spry it won't take long-
well
ur pants o
e to go int
the rocks under Star Peak and lay
pillow with deft hands, went out to her own room. Clinc
el" would be the goal for Quintana and his gang. And for Smith, too, if ever temptation overpowered him. The house was liab
irt, breeches, and puttees.
, dad?" she a
t nosey, girl
He put his left
some, don't
now it
ent and died ... after a year.... That was crool, girlie. Only a
packet with h
a-going to step out. Put it with the hoo
s,
oods. No, nor none o' these here fancy State Troopers. You gotta watch out this time, Eve. It mean
m and returned with he
to stop you. But lay low and you won't need to shoot nobod