He did not climb the cairn hill as
I had half expected, but skirted along
the base until he came to the track
which led to the ruined farm. Down
this he walked quickly and passed
through the doorway of the main build
ing. I remained upon the slope of the
hill, waiting for him to reappear.
Five, ten minutes went by, and then
my curiosity got the better of my
prudence. I determined to go. down
and see what he was about
The place was sheltered from the
gale, but I could bear It yelping and
humming In the rocks above, now and
again a gust came curling up the val
ley, setting the heather whispering
around me. I crept forward over the
soft turf of tbe cart track, reached
tbe gap where the door had been, hes
itated, listened, and then stuck in my
head.
I had been a boxer in my time, or
that would have been the end of me.
As I ducked, the heavy stick flicked
off my cap and crashed Into the wall
with a nasty thud. I Jumped back,
and he came storming out through
tha doorway like a madman. I never
HOW THEY DO IN RUSSIA
Sixty-Seven Persons Are Tried Behind
Closed Doors and Given
Prison Sentences.
-They do things in a strange way
in Russia." says a letter In the Rus
slsche Korrespondenx from a corre
spondent in Warsaw. "Behind closed
doors sixty-seven members of the
Polish Socialist party were tried.
