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ts "This man Ormond told me nothing of his plans." said Haffi. "He was very secret, you understand; I know I am not to know anything, but I coauld guess a lot., Oh, yes! He is a bad fellow, sir, Guthrie looked at him dubiously, and disliked him. But there was every reaâ€" son to hear what the man had to say, and he led the way into the mess tent. Haffi sat down gingerly on a chair at the table, and leaned his head on his hand. Guthrie called Cartwright in, and they both listened to Haffi‘s complaints. "There is much I wish to tell you, sir, and a quiet place would be best. You will benefit, yes. from what I can tell you! I ask you to listen to me." "I am not working for him any more! He did to me the injuries you see, he attacked me in a manner most brutal; such behaviour would not surprise in a savags, bu‘t in an Englishma% is most shameful, yes! I was left for dead, sir‘! It is his belie{f that I am dead now, I do not doubt it! But I am alive after allâ€"yes, in spite of his kicks when I lie helpless on the ground!" Haffi‘s voice rose shrill with feeling. He sniffed, and feeing his eye tenderly, whined in a quieter tone: "D‘dn‘t I see you with the Ormonds, the other day?" said Guthrie. "You‘re working for Ormond, aren‘t you?" "I have come from Memshi toâ€"day, all way to speak with you, sir. I am sickâ€"you see how I am injured. But I have much to say that you would like to hear; much to fell that you would do well to listen to!" He announced that he wanted to speak to Dr. Guthrie; and when Guthâ€" rie appeared, he introduced himself as Demetrio Haffi. The sun was rising again over the dry land, and the Iyats were stirring about Phillip Guthrie‘s camp at Kelâ€"elâ€"abir when a dejected looking stranger on a donkey rede in across the flats. He was a stout, yellowâ€"fazsed Europzsan, with a bandage around his head, and one eye half closed with a bruise. Julian, too, was pale and looked exâ€" hausted; his hand shock as he lighted a cigarotte but his eyes were bright and sleepless. "Well, we‘ll know toâ€"morrow!" said Lynne. Julilan stared out at the dark through the flap of the tent, and said: "Damn this night!" After the men had stopped work Julian went on in the last vestiges of light, shifting small p‘eces of stone, poking about in the crevices between the stones. It was quite dark when finâ€" ally he gave this up, and came in the tent where Lynne was lying on th campâ€"bed,. her face tense and pale in the candlelight. They began this work; they worked on until the sun that had seen the ancient stones lying in their places for over three thousand years, sank down behind the sandhills; a veil of dust crept over the scattered wreckage. far, nothing had heen found; and Julian, having seen the damage done by the gelignite to the wall on which he had used it, decided that the rest of te stonework must be demolished by systematically prizing and levering the blocks out. CHAPTER XVI (Continued) WE‘LL KNOW TOâ€"MORROW As soon as the dust had subsided, Julilan went forward again; and now the work prozeeded very cautiously. He made careful examination of the wrecked side of the well before he alâ€" lowed the men to remove the tumbled rocks. There was nothing to be seen but stones, and rubble. Slowly the work of lifting the heavy stone blocks went ahcad; when this was done the afterâ€" noon was wearing on towards evening; and there remained the other three gides of the well, the stones chipped and scarred by the unshifted explosion. ns T.388 BAGGAGE Checked. omdeArthm.Axmbong.Chicqomdwut. J Schats. Steaping Car resersations, and oll information from ony ageni. ASK FOR HANDBILL TICKETS IN @ COACHES at fares approximately ic per mile. © TOURIST SLEEPING CARS at fares approximately 1:¢c per mile, © STANDARD mmuMWImmfl@ From all Stations in\Eastern Canada GOING DAILY â€"SEPT. 18 â€" OCT. 2 inclusive Return Limit: 45 days COST OF ACCOMMODATION IN SLEEPING CARS ADDITIONAL Painstaking, and none the better for cnly being able to see out of one eve, Haffi drew the device that he had seen on the pillars at the ruined fort. The pains he had been at to chip the markâ€" me ‘Haffi, you have the wonderful figure of a man,.‘ and I stosd for a moâ€" del to the students many times. But that was when I was more slender. I shall not draw this very well, so you must nct expect much." "I do not knowâ€"yes, I think so. They was the same on both the stones. It was a dog." "A dog?" "Yes, a dog tied up in the middle." _ "Could you draw it?" "I will try," said Haffi, and while Cartwright found a piece of paper and a pencil, he explained: "I am not the artist, no. When I was in Paris, I was a mcodel in the schoocls. They say to *"*Do you remember what the marks were? Can you tell me what they looked like?" said Guthrie, cutting short Hafâ€" fi‘s flood of aggrieved reminiscences. "You mean the marks that were on the stones?.Yes: I see them. I help him to break and destroy them oif the stones. With a pick I did it. And the work was very hard and after we had worked hours and hours, I say to Orâ€" mond, I say to â€"him:; ‘What about a drink of water and a rest. This sun burns me. I am ready to faint.‘ But hss say to me ‘No! Do not stop. Go on. T fire you if you stop!‘ And so I am compelled to go on, though I burn with thirst, and my blood is near to being dried in my veinsâ€"â€"â€"" "Pid you see ‘the carvings on those p.liars at the ruined fort in the river bed?" Hithertc he had been convinced that Prcofessor Shaley‘s find on the day of his death had been the ruins at the junction of the waterâ€"course; and that concealment of this find had been the extent of Julian‘s deception of himself and Cartwright. Now he recollected Julian‘s puzzling defacement of the seals on the pillars at Praemnon. He had cften wondered what this meant. and it now occurred to him that Haffi had perhaps seen the seals when he was with Julian. Guthrie was not satisfied. He was inâ€" terested by the possibility. But how on earth could Julian Ormond hope to find the cups, when Guthrie‘s own peoâ€" ple were at work at Praemnon still lookâ€" ing for the well in which the cups were hidden. "What makes you think it will be the cups that he will send?" "What else has he to send?" "You know nothing more definite?" asked Guthrie. "No; but sir, what else would he take on that route? His way back would be by the way he came, by Tehran. Why should he want a caravan to Kashan?" soon!" Guthrie was puzzled but doubtful, and Cartwright asked Haffi: "Why do you think‘ that?" said Guthrie. "Because he has fixed up with the head man at Memshi for a camel conâ€" voy to take some goods down to Kaâ€" sheniâ€"perhaps toâ€"day, perhaps toâ€"morâ€" row! Perhaps, she tell the head man, not at all!l But if at all, then very This did not seem very helpful to Guthrie. He could have told Haffi the same himseif. "Well?" he said. "He is lcoking for gold, yes, the treasure of the Cups of Alexander? You can gusess that, eh? But there is more in it! He knows somethingâ€"knows where they areâ€"â€"these gold cups. I am sure of that, sirs! And he believes he will find them soon; toâ€"day, toâ€"morâ€" row, in three days‘ time!" HAFFI‘S REVENGE Guthrie and Cartwright looked at the excited man incredulously. a very bad fellow! I can toll that! He is up to no good!" "He will be at Diala." Guthrie said. ' "A+ the place where I was encampedt until two days ago. There is not enouzh water there excent for drinkinge purâ€" roses." He vaused for a moment, 95| ho grimly reflected that with the well i cemolished there would now be none.I and the Ormcnds would be dependent on water bags. "As I say." Guthrie resumed. "there is no water there for the camels. and the men will be taking them down to . the pool two miles away at Shasti, as "I do not know where Ormond is now!"â€"said Haffi. "He left Memshi at this morning, and at Memshi he to‘d no one where he was going.". "Very well. I‘ll arrangze for that. Pick whatever man you think would be best fcor the job. How would you get in touch with him?" "There are several." said Haffi. "But non> that would do it without little Frayment." "I suppose you must know the Ilyats who are working for Ormond. Is there anvone among them. who would be willing to keep you informed of what goes on in Ormond‘s camp?" "Quite. But if he‘s excavating the well, we can‘t butt in. It‘s his job. He‘s got there first. There‘s nothing we can do about it, and I have â€"no intention cf going over there and making an inâ€" effectual row! No, my boy. We must wait!" ‘"‘Wait? Let him get the cups"” "Let him get the cups, if they‘re there. And afterwardsâ€"â€"â€"!" | "What?" "I‘m going to settie with him!" went back into the tent and asked Ha{ffi: "We must get over there," began Cartwright. "We‘ll have to stop Orâ€" mond. He‘s making use of information he got from Shaley, that Shaley must have meant for you, and for this exâ€" pedition. Besidesâ€"he can‘t do itâ€"if he‘s going to take away the cups down to Kashanâ€"it meansâ€"â€"" "Well, my lad! They‘re not going to get away with this!" His jaw set in lines of grim deterâ€" mination, and a cold anger made his eyes hgrd as he said to Cartwright when the young man came outside to join him: But there seemed to be nothing furâ€" ther to be learned from him. Guthrie weont outside and stood in the morning sunshine, while he collected his thoughts, and considered the position. He realized now the extent of the trick which Julian Ormond had played on him. and the motive Julian‘s successful drive to get him to leave the well at Praemnon. He was angry. And his anger went very far towards. deâ€" stroying the kindness,, though perhaps n:t the force of the feelings which he ad felt towards Lynne. They went back into the tent, Guthrie grim and alert as he asked Haffi a few more questions. "It means that they‘ve started searchâ€" ing. They were blowing up the well." "I‘M GOING TO SETTLE WITH HIM" "Exactly!" said Guthrie, and as Cartâ€" wright‘s face lit up again, he added grimly: ‘"And you may be perfectly certain that Ormond is thereâ€"looking for them. We‘re tso late, Cartwright! They didn‘t ruin our drinking water and get us out of that camp for noâ€" thing!" "But surelyâ€"â€"" Guthrie cut him~short. "Do you remember that explosion we heard yesterday evening in the disâ€" tance, and wondered what it could be?" "Then the wellâ€"the well we‘ve been using for monthsâ€"is the . well where the cups will be, if they‘re there at all?" "The Hanged Lion!" he cried. "Diala was the place of the Hanged Lion! Good God, Cartwright! Come here!" "What?" Guthrie led him out of the tent, beâ€" yond Haffi‘s hearing; and explained. Cartwright‘s mouth fell open, his eyes filled with chagrin that was almost pathetic. "No; it was a plain dog without ears," Haffi insisted. "It‘s a lion, probably," said Guthrie. "Hanging in a circle," Cartwright reâ€" marked. "What about a tail?" asked Guthrie. "Yes, I forgot thatâ€"now I remember! It had a tail with two ends.‘" Haffi drew the tail, with two lines radiating from the tip. He stopped transfixed by the treâ€" mendous discovery. ‘"It‘s a lion all right," said Guthrie. "A hanged, or hanging lion." Slowly the simple design took shape on the paper. There was a circle, and within the circle was an animal of sorts, a line‘round its middle connecting i; with the upper rim of the circle. "Had the dog in the carving no ears?" asked Guthric. ings off the stone had fixed them inâ€" delibly in his memory. "Yes?" THB PORCUPINE ADVANCE. TIMMINS, ONTARtO Brampton Conservator:â€""Drive careâ€" fully, you may meet a fool!" This was a sign posted on an American highway several years ago. The advice is still needed in this country. There are more fools in possession of cars in 1937 than at any former period. ‘"‘Newspaper reporting has its up and downs . .. we read of a wouldâ€"be reâ€" porter on a New York newspaper who couldn‘t seem to get his descriptions straight whether he was writing ot horse races or weddings. He wrote one time of an "equine horse" . . . for which heâ€" was chastened. But the masterpiece came a bit later and cost him his job, when he wrote a lengthy description of a fashionable bride who came down the aisle to the strains of Mendel and Son." The following is from "Mainly for Women," a bright coiumn in The Sudâ€" bury Star:â€" Newspaper Reporters Have Their Own Troubles "And now," Guthrie said to Cartâ€" wright, "you and I are going to make so as to come up behind the north ridge above the old camp. I would like to see, without being seen, if Orâ€" mond is excavating that well. And T‘ll lay you a hundred to one that he is." Guthrie, wondering whether he would ever see the beast again, lent him a came! instead of his decrepit donkey and saw him set off for the pool of foul water at Shasti. Haffi said he could, and the light of greed which cams into his eye, when he took up the notes, illuminated his bruised and discoloured face with a look of purpose. \ Guthrie went away for a moment. and returned with two fiveâ€"pound notes. He put them on the table, and told Haffi: ‘"There is twice that amount waiting for you when the affair is conâ€" cluded if the information you get is correct. And remember, what I want to kncw is this: If Ormond has found, or the IHyats believe him to have found, anything in the well at Diaia. Also, every detail of this proposed caravan to Kashan, and how these goods he is sending are carried, and exactly what they are packed in. Can you remembcr that?" we used to do. You could wait at Shasti and itaik them when they come." Haffi agreed. s When you see a motorist driving in a manner dangerous to the public, take his number, make a careful note of the actual time and place, and when you reach your destination write to the Motor Vehicles Branch, Department of Highways, Toronto, giving full details. We doâ€"not invite reports of minor infringements of the traffic laws; you are requested to use sound judgment. We will deal adequately with offenders! Ontario Motorists will Coâ€"operate tra d tit.7.."0fy . * N ‘.. i\ . fl‘ :: . -' " ‘ !‘: ? Y'*‘ *% , Stop cutting in, passing on hills or curves, taking chances of any kind. Settle down to safe, sane drivingâ€"and avoid trouble. You know the rules for safe driving. Stick to them â€" or run the risk of having your license suspended or cancelled. We are going to put reckless drivers off the road and keep them off. How would you like to be one of the victims in this horrible smash ? How would you like to be strapped to a cot in some emergency hospital ward â€" writhing, half out of your mind with pain. These ghastly tragedies are caused by those of you who drive recklesslyâ€"who take chancesâ€"without regard for the safety of others|! You know in your own heart whether or not you are a reckless driver. If you are Overjoyed at finding one victim alive, MciIntyre went over to fling his arms around his friend. Suddenly he stopped abruptly, looked hard and called his friend‘s name. There was no response. He was stone dead. Always by some lucky freak has he escaped serious injury or death during his fifty years in coal mines. In 1899, eleven men were killed in an explosion. The blast occurred while the night shift was on duty. McIntyre had been transferred to days twentyâ€"four hours before. He was one of the first of the volunâ€" teer rescue party to enter the gasâ€"filled pit. He broke through a wall of fallen rock and coal into a chamber. In one corner sat one of his boyhood chums, chin cupped in hand, as if resting. McIntyre is the slim, gnarled 135â€" pound Scotsman clad in kilts in the Nova Sco‘lia exhibit at the C.N.E. The Dominicn Ccal Company sent him to Tcronto with its provincial exhibit this year. Fifty years in Dominion Coal No. 4 Mine at Glace Bay without as much as a scratch is the proud record of 65â€" yearâ€"old Joseph McIntyre, who boasts he can stil} cut and load more coal than either of his two sons. Slim Nova Scotian Sadys He Has Had a Number of Escapes. Worked Fifty Years Without Accident (London Free Press) © W. E. N. Sinclair, former Liberal Onâ€" tario leader and member of South Onâ€" tario, has announced that he is dropâ€" ping out of politics: Out of sympathy with the Hepburn Government and yet too loyal a Liberal to break with his party, he took little part in the deâ€" bates during the past four years and has evidently decided to retire to his law practise in Oshawa. Mr.: Sinclair was first elected to the Legislature in 1911, was defeated in Former Liberal Leader in Province is Retiring For relaxation, he plays the bagpipes and tends stock on his farm. Why doesn‘t he retire to the comparative safety of farming? For fifty years he‘s worked all summer. But in the wint 8 he‘s either unemployed or on part time. He still can‘t afford to quit and enjoy it, he says. With modern equipment, McIntyre and his 64â€"yearâ€"old partner, Dave Philâ€" lips, load 24 tons some days, never less than 22. And he says his 41â€"yearâ€"old son can cnly take cut 18 tons. When he started cuciing fifty years ago, Mclintyre worked with a hand pick and broke the coal up with a fiveâ€"foot bore. Ten tons a day was the limit for two men. Deadly fum:s, the afterâ€"effect of gas explosions, seeped through to the haven, kiling the miner as he rested. The reâ€" maining ten viciims were found later, mangled beyond recognition. 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