The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1904-01-15
"Geoffrey Heathcote, Esq"
p John FlNhihoRE.. tcopyright 1899. BY s. 8. Mcclure ce)
b John FlNNInoRE.


b John FlNNIMoRE. &c
CHAPTER xXXyI.-Continued.
Here is my plan." said 1. "These
people q me and will trouble little
about, you. II I bolt from this house
tke q rabbit from its hole, they will
Follow mo up. and you an strike OFF
unto! the moor n get ttway."
Yes" said Ieuan, and will you
run?"
II wills" Isreplied. and slipped of my
! clumsy shoes. 1euan understood and
nodded
"On the grass and along the soft
roads you will go twice as fast" he
.seIf."
This iss better than nothing at ALL
vent on Ieuan. drawing a knife from
beneath his coat and pressing 1t or me.
II was. and I accepted 1t.
Nov q little money" said he.
Shrusting his hand into his breast.
Mo- a penny" I replied: Il shall
make straight for home II I clear their
'outposts."
"oh. we'll" agreed Ieuan. n with
drew his hand.
Al. this passed very swiftly, as need
.was It should, and I marched at once
FOR the back Of the house. which was
not In sight OF the main guard.
The sentinel posted here was walk
Ing a beat Of some twenty yards vesy
slowly. I watched him take a couple
OF turns and saw what ! must do. Ten
yards OF tho twenty he marched with
his eyes on the door, his head rigid
- h musket poised on his shoulder.
he wheeled and moved back, and /
squared my shoulders and nodded to
Ieuan. He drew the bolt noiselessly,
lifted the latch. and opened the door
half an inch.
You feel well?" he whispered. his
eyes shining.
Never better" I replied. I had had
p good sleep end q hearty meal. Ev-
cry muscle In my body tingled for ac-
rtion.
was to run not only for my own
life, but for those Of the Red Men Of
the Dusk, and I felt At for 1t. Not an
other word was exchanged. Ieuan and
Dafydd thrust out their hands and /
sshook them, then peered through a
crack in the door. The sentinel was
Just passing a stone I a marked and
! stepped back n madea sign. Ieuan
drew the door open and / darted out,
running noiselessly and laying my
course full for the slowly moving fig
1re.
1 ran with my hand on the haft of
b knife, but there was no call for 1t.
came up with the ma just as he was
about to turn. / placed my hand mid
way Of his shoulders, and. collecting
NIL my strength and with the Impetus
long. His musket rent off as he rolled
on the ground. and I had secured my
aim: he could no longer cripple me
with q bullet az I ran. The whole place
sputtered fire as I flew over the moor.
but l had made an excellent start of
It, and had silenced the only gun dan
gerously near. I BOUNCED northward,
b short, thick turf springing like vel
vet beneath my feet. not over h%urrytng,
but running easily within my strength,
q long tail of pursuers str1nging, out
over the country behind me.
Halt a mile from the inn I "a Over
2 swelling rise In the moor. From the
top I looked back, such time al I drew
three or four long breaths, and saw
how matters stood. Two hundred
yards behind, and my nearest pursuer,
rode Sir John Postgate o 2 strong
hackney. Two men were close behind
him. and scattered figures were dotted
here and there on my track. The sol,
dieIs must be yet at some distance
from the ale-house, and a clear field
left for the Red Men Of the Dusk. I
turned and al steadily on, bearing to
b right to gain the road for Butley.
and when ! reached It, Sir John Post
gate alone kept me In view. -Four miles
OF the twelve was soon covered and the
distance between US had scarcely va
ried by a yard.
His horse was a stout galloper, but
not very fast, and I held my own cas-
ny.
Z was now well Into Butley Heath.
and the road home ran straight before
49,
IL 1t had been drawn with q great ruler.
It was but little used and resem-
bled for the most part a grassy ride
patched with yellow sand. It was per-
lection for my feet, clothed only with
stockings. and so far I had had luck
TO match, having met with neither
fhorns nor dints.
ran . mile again and breasted a
tsteepish rise. At the top I turned and
a Sir John walking his horse.
Blown" / said to myself and
laughed, for I felt as full OF running as
when Hurst from the house. So ac-
scustomed had I grown to the thought
1t was q mere glance of carelessness
which I cast along the track we had
come. before I set of again.
! sharpened ny gaze and looked
other. fashion to the old Independent,
n Is vet TAR behind, were coming
on at great speed. One Of them shone
and flashed as IL he bore a mirror on
his breast, q dazzling point OF light in
the sunshine. I wheeled and few
down the hill. tearing of my coat as I
ran and dingtnE It aside to tighten me
and free me for the task before me.
I had read the riddle a enough.
The mirror was q polished b~reastplate,
worn by the mounted officer in COM
'mand of the detachment; his compan-
ton vas Jack Postgate, who had been
ito fetch the soldiers. and they were
well mounted and galloping %furiously.
My heels must save me now or all was
lost
I refined myself tightly n fought
back the panic fear which bade me run
myself blind and exhausted In ten min
utes, and, instead weighed every stride
and held myself rigidly to the pace
which I calculated would leave me suf-
nctent strength to swarm over the park
palines .if I had the luck to finish the
race q little ahead Of those swift horse
men.
The thought crossed my mind to
swerve aside and hide In the heath, but
I dismissed the idea as useless. It
was too open in that part to afford
good cover, and I raj ten times the
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