Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-06-20

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his big revolver on the table. Stepping
to the cells entrance, he listened in
tently. then softly closed the heavy iron
doors. Without q word he began to
strip of his uniform, Lorry watching
him as If fascinated. The fellow look
ed up impatiently and motioned for
him to be quick, taking it for granted
that the prisoner understood his part Of
the transaction. Awakened by this
sharp reminder. Lorry nervously began
to remove his own clothes. In five min
utes his garments were scattered over
the floor and he was attired In the uni
form of guard. Not word had been
spoken. The prisoner was the guard,
the guard prisoner.
"Are you not afraid this will cost you
your life" asked Lorry. first in Eng
lish, then in German. The guard mere
ly shook his head, indicating that he
could not understand. E
He quickly turned to the bed, seized
a sheet and tore it into strips, impa-
tiently thrusting them into the others
hands. The first letter had foretold all
this, and the prisoner knew what was
expected Of him. He therefore secure
ly bound the guards legs and arms.
With a grim smile the captive nodded
his head toward the revolver, the Ian
tern and the keys. His obliging prison
er secured them, as well as his own
personal effects. and was geady to de-
part. According to instructions, he
was to go forth, locking the doors be-
hind him, leaving the man to be dis
covered the next morning by surprised
keepers. 1t struck him that there was
something absurd in this part Of the
plan. How was this guard to explain
his position with absolutely no sign Of
a struggle to bear him out? 1t was
hardly plausible that big, strong fel-
low could be so easily overpowered
single handed. There was something
wretchedly incongruous about the-but
there came a startling and effective
end to all criticism.
The guard, bound as he was, sudden
ly turned and lupged headforemost
against the sharp bedpost. His head
struck with thud, and he rolled to the
door as IL dead. Uttering an exclama-
ton of horror, Lorry ran to his side.
Blood was gushing from a long cash
across his head, and he was already
unconscious. Sickened by the brave
sacrifice. he picked the man up and
placed him on the bed. A hasty exam
ination proved that it was no more
than a scalp wound and that death was
too remote to be feared. The guard
had done his part nobly, and it was
now the prisoners turn to act as reso-
lutely and as unfinchingly. Sorry to
leave the poor fellow in what seemed
an inhuman manner, he strode into the
corridor, closed and locked the doors
clumsily and began the descent Of the
stairs. He had been instructed to act
unhesitatingly, as the slightest show Of
nervousness would result In discovery.
With the helmet well down over his
face and the cape well up he steadily,
even noisily, made his way to the next
floor below. There were prisoners on
this floor, while he had been the only
occupant of the floor above. Straight
ahead he went, flashing his lantern
here and there, passing down another
stairway and into the main corridor.
Here he met a guard who had just
come in from the outside. The man ad-
dressed him in the language Of the
country. and his heart almost stopped
beating. How was he to answer? Num-
bling something almost inaudible, he
hurried on to the ground floor, trembling