The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1902-08-09

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The professor ignored me, and:
shook the PROSTATE man. Z &s s.5
Get up, 3 he said, commandingly. q
new note lin his voice. do $as / tell
you, and your brother may be saved
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!. The man rose. We both stared at
Hallowell. wondered II he had really
gone crazy. e. g.. =
"Take the tongue on the Wagon" -
he said CURLY, :"and spread the cover
and all the cloth you can find on the.
ground near me-" - <~s%
For a moment I hesitated;> then it
dimly occurred to me that even a
bookworm might have original ideas,
and I said soto voce to the newcom-
err @r"~
do as he says; he's by no means as
big a fool as he looks"
rather think Hallowell overheard
me, for he shot distinctly ungrateful
glance in my direction, but he could
say nothing, as we were both now zeal
ously obeying him.
He made us cut the great cloth COW
or in two large sails, and these we fas-
tened On the wagon under his orders.
'"Surely-surely," gasped, you
don't think that you can make that
cloud of gas help US? Why, it's fad.
ing away"
1T is not fading" said the profess
sor, brusquely. 1T seems much faint
er because you are so near it and be-
cause of the action of the sun on it.
Do as l tell you-there's no time to
lose"
When he was satisfied he made US
scramble into the wagon and We sat
there, waiting for-what? Three ap-
parently sane men in a horseless wag-
on, waiting for sky motor which mo-
mentarily grew fainter! When ten
minutes passed by outraged dignity as
serted itself.
II won't be made fool Of" I said,
angr1ly, and started to leave the wag-
on.
Hallowen pushed me back on my
seat. Then became aware of sick
ening od0r-a fresh breeze on my
back a pale mist around us shot with
brilliant hues, and lor we were run
ming over the plain at q rate that
threatened to wreck the WaE0n-our
sails swelled out like two great wings
My hair was rapidly assuming YER
Mcal position, but the two faces near
HE showed UTTER Inconsistencies OF
danger. That Of the stranger was
burning with Joy and reverent thank
fulness. TO him it was a God-sent
miracle for good mans RESCUE. The
professor was radiant over this new
factor in his knowledge and he NUT
tered his observations aloud Neither
seemed disturbed by the fact that
from the speed and the smell, brea thing
was no easy matter. As to m1e-my
one hope was that might touch old
earth again safely.
On, on we flew. Again and again
expected an Immediate s1mashup, but
our wagon was Of fine and strong
make, the plain was level, and we babe
fair to reach the town shortly. In
less than two hours we were not three
miles from Fremont
Then terrible idea flashed on me
which I had been too hurried to think
OF before We should pass the town!
Like the brook, we might go on for
ever or at least far enough to wreck
US ON the broken lands beyond. AS to
the stranger. the trip would have been
of no earthly use to him.
Il shall jump he said simply, as if
in answer to an outspoken inquiry.
The professor was looking anxious but
he said nothing.
But We had forgotten the little river
lying near the town. We struck it like
a cyclone, and it's four feet of water
was whipped into wild spray around
us, while the wagon spun like frantic
top, then stopped with lurch that
| nearly sent us flying. Either the force
of our motor was lessening or perhaps,
even at it's best, it would not have had
time or strength to loosen the wagon
from the heavy snag driven between
the spokes, for the pale gas rushed on,
leaving three dripping men and some
ruined specimens in the river, with
Fremont not 500 yards away.