December, 1921 
FOREST AND STREAM 
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realization of his inability to do more 
than wiggle one toe brought death-like 
silence to the amazed onlookers. 
At this psychological moment the big 
door swung open, and a voice — the voice 
of undoubted authority — rang out exult- 
antly. “I ’rest yer, ev’ry one ! Yer 
a’breakin’ th’ laws o’ th’ land !” Instantly 
there was splendid confusion. “Here ! 
Here ! Don’t yer move — ” but every one 
was moving. I have a hazy recollection 
of Samis rolling me backward over the 
hay; of hearing a lantern crash and the 
clattering of many feet as the trapped 
audience attempted to make their escape. 
For ourselves the task seemed simple; I 
believe Samis had been there before. 
“Keep hold of me,” he whispered, and to- 
gether we floundered through the inky 
black loft as fast as the hay would let us. 
“Here’s the window; crawl out and 
drop!” — and I found myself sprawling 
on the ground with my deliverer close 
beside me. Samis was choking with 
laughter as we walked leisurely away in 
the darkness. As for me, I confess that 
escape just then seemed cheap at the cost 
of an overcoat. 
We spent the balance of that ridiculous 
night in a boathouse at the Bayshore 
landing. Cap’n Joe must also have made 
a miraculous get-away, for we found him 
poking about the beach in the early 
morning hours. He was quite stoical 
over Bill’s defeat. I soon discovered, 
however, that certain mellowing influ- 
ences had induced this state of mind. 
We had little difficulty now in persuad- 
ing him to run over the ice with our sur- 
plus load. The “thing as might ’ve pre- 
vented” was, no doubt, busy with his for- 
lorn prisoners, and had given up hope 
of Joe. Cap’n Joe produced a dilapidated 
scooter from some nook in the beach, 
and in the shortest possible time we were 
scudding side and side back toward the 
ocean and my poor neglected Pete. 
My reception was unpleasantly cool, 
considering the time of year. When 
Pete learned that I had brought back a 
miserable little two-bushel bag of coal 
he almost suffered a total collapse. “It’s 
all we could pack,” I insisted, “and, any- 
way, that part’s all right; I’ll see that 
you never freeze.” 
{To be continued) 
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