The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-21

By MRS. C. N. WILLIAMSON,
Copyright 1908 by the National Press Agency.
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for anything in his present mood-because
it went a little way towards proving
that Maya had not been also kidnapped
that he might think of her as safe at
home.
He tried to comfort himself with this
reflection, but there was little comfort to
be got out Of anything What would be
thought at the farm of his disappearance?
was the torturing question that kept ask
ing itself in his aching brain.
They would believe that he was a sneak,
that he had been watching for his chance
to slip away when their backs were
turned Maya might struggle to retain
her faith in him for a little while, per-
haps, for she was so brave, so true a
FRIEND but assuredly Michael Dupont
would bring her to think with him at last
Besides it was omnibus that he should
have been kidnapped in manner so de-
termined, apparently so premeditated
The enemy wished to clear him out Of the
way before attempting further action, no
doubt and he had played into their hands.
Breakspear was furious with himself;
yet. throwing his mind back to events just
past, he could hardly see how it would
have been possible to act differently. Any
way, the evil was done, and the only
thing left for him-if anything were left
was to turn the tables by outwitting
those who had outwitted him.
There was the man, Eagle-face, and
IleIe WAS HOW apparently d WOIlldl lIllAco
up in the affair. They were talking over
their plans now, as the man drove, and
Jim would have given much if he could
have overheard their conversation. He
tried with all his might to put himself in
their places, mentally, that he might thus
be able to deduce more Or less accurately
what the plans under discussion might be.
He thought that they probably intended
to keep him bound and prisoner in the
caravan until the scheme in which they
particularly feared his Intervention should
be successfully carried out. If they had
not somehow secured the caravan for this
purpose, at least 1T fitted in marvelously
well with 1t. If they drove the house on
wheels to a lonely part of the moor,
where no one could hear him if he chose
to Shout he would be helpless to thwart
them, SO long as he was bound and lying
on his back. He need only be guarded by
the woman, who would merely have to see
that no prying person attempted to find
out what was inside the caravan. They
might even murder him, If that seemed
best for their purpose. and before the
| crime was discovered they could be well
out Of the way.
All this Breakspear thought, and then
| told himself that there was something
else of still more Importance to be set
exceedingly awkward predicament in
which he had become entangled.
| True, there seemed to be no way Of es-
cape yet he had the feeling that there
must be a way, if he could only concen-
| trate his mind upon it.
OF course, he could yell for help; but in
the first place his voice would not carry
far with the muffling folds Of cloth wound
round his head. Even If, in this desolate
country and at this time of night, any hui
man being were within call, his shouts
could hardly be heard at dozen yards
distance from the moving caravan. What
! then, could a wounded man with a rope
| round his ankles, his wrists tied behind
him, and a cloak over his head, do to free
himself from bondage?
AS Jim lay STILL asking himself this
qeustion that appeared to have no an
swer, he became aware of g. sound, al
most as regular as the ticking of clock
1t was somewhere near him, and it re.
sembled the light tapping Of metal agains
wood.