The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-05-06


thing is right. for if it is not, shall
puncture you with my pistol and debate
your of life"
''YeZZer."
Richard flung the man a sovereign, be-
cause, being a loyal man, he never dealt
I'm any coin under the rank of that desig
mated by the ruler of the realm. He
mounted the wheel, which was geared to
1872, and swiftly disappeared into the
night. At the first street corner a po-
liceman was waiting for him.
Turn IL up" shouted the officer, en-
deavoring to perform for the intrepid cy-
ciist the action so tersely expressed by
the slang phrase he had just given utter
ance 10, but Dick, who had been there
before deftly avoided him, and replied
IF you are referring TO the light. l have
pleasure in informing you that 1t already
complies with all the regulations"
The word had gone forth that, at all
hazards, Dick TurpIn was to be arrested
that night so the policeman. baffled in at
tempting to stop him, shrilly blew his
whistle, which had the immediate effect
of causing all the hanson cabs within
hearing to concentrate rapidly on the spot,
and by the time the harasSed officer had
disentangled the traffic, Dick was well on
his way to the Great North road.
But the shrill whistle had effect on
others than the cabbies. 1t was the signal
police (cycle corps) and Il of the record
breakers were bending over handlebars
in hot pursuit of the fugitive. This superb
body of men were astride the celebrated
Klondike bikes C'worth their weight in
gold" see ADVERTISEMENT and the betting
was about even, although those in the
know, freely offered to / on Dick.
The police rode Clincher tires, of course
for clinching was their business, while
Dick preferred a Palmer, for he had ever
made his living by the dropping of gold
into his palm, although he preferred a
single tube pistol when taking up a COL
lection.
II shall break the record or my neck"
muttered Dick. as he sped through the
darkness. As he glanced over his Shout
der at the foot of hill he saw a dozen
twinkling lights coming over the brow be-
hind him, like a constellation. II hope
every one / meet will have bright
lamp and keep to his own side of the
road" and for the first time in his bold
life tremor of fear thrilled the stalwart
frame of the highwayman, who well knew
the prediction of the touring cyclist for
racing down a part of the thoroughfare
that should be kept sacred for those go
ing in a contrary direction.
over the top of the next hill only II
lights glimmered. falling steadily to the
rear; then but 10 were visible, then nine
then eight.
Il knew those cops couldn't stand that
pace" muttered Turpin; 1T reminds one
of the rhyme of the Nine little, eight lit
tie, seven little Injuns,' " and he began
to trill merrily the refrain, experiencing
that exalted exhiaration which a true
cyclist feels when he is astride a perfect
silent wheel spinning through the pure air
OF peaceful country. Since midnight only
one light followed him, but that hung on
with great persistence. Dick for a moment
thought OF putting out his own lamp
waiting for his lone pursuer and rtitoling
him as he went by but he reflect II that
after all, this was mean trick to p.av
on brother cyclist, for Dick was not
without that feeling OF fraternity which
81 genuine wheelmen possess 50. wishing
20 60 a would be done by, the merci-
fu man dismounted, shipped asunder a
strand Of harbed wire that line one side
o. the road, pulled out staples until a
sun CT nj length Of the wire was set free
Grew II taut across the thoroughfare and
teo the loose end Of the wire to a stake
on the opposite side of the highway.
Hemounting' he journeyed on toward