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Chapter 17 THE AXE IS GONE
Chapter 17 THE AXE IS GONEMy first thought was of the after house. Jones, who had been fond of Burns, was working over him, muttering to himself. I felt his heart, which was beating slowly but regularly, and, convinced that he was not dying, ran down into the after house. The cabin was empty: evidently the guard around the pearl handled revolver had been given up on the false promise of peace. All the lights were going, however, and the heat was suffocating. I ran to Miss Lee's door, and tried it. It was locked, but almost instantly she spoke from inside: "What is it?" "Nothing much. Can you come out?" She came a moment later, and I asked her to call into each cabin to see if every one was safe. The result was reassuring—no one had been disturbed; and I was put to it to accou
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