Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-01-02

Grant" he added In the same key to the
boy, who was crying with fright. Stay
where you are. The house is surrounded
snyder he went on. you may as well
give in
The man said nothing He had found the
stairway. Suddenly a revolver flashed ano
the stairs The ball whistled over Sax
tons head, and the boy clutched him about
the legs. A bit of plaster, shaken loose by
the bullet, fell from the ceiling. The noise
OF the revolver roared through the house.
It's all right, Grant" SaXton said again
The retreating man slipped and fell at the
landing, midway of the stairs, and as he
stumbled to his feet Saxton ran back into
the room from which the fellow had
emerged. He threw up the window with a
crash and shouted to the men in the dark
ness below:
He's coming! Get out of the way and
let him gol The boys all rightr'
He hurried back into the hall where he
had left Grant, who crouched moaning in
the dark.
you stay here minute, Grant. They
down the steps. One of the horses below
was snorting with fright and making q
great clatter with It's hoofs. From the
sound Saxton knew that the fleeing man
down the last half of the stairway the
horse broke through the door with the man
on his back. :
Let him go, Wary. yelled saxton with
The horse was already across the thres-
hold at leap. his rider bending low over
the animaPs neck to avoid the top Of the
1 1oor; Raridan ran forward. taking his
"Stopr he shouted. Come on, Wheaton,
Wheaton was running toward him at the
top Of his speed; Raridan sprang in front
OF the morse and grabbed at the throat
latch of its bride. The horse, surprised and
terrified by the noise, and feeling the rider
digging his heels into his sides, reared,
carrying Wary off his feet
Let go. you fool" screamed the rider
Let go. sayT"
Let him alone" cried Wheaton. now
close at hand; but Raridan still held to the
strap at the throat Of the plunging horse
Inc rider sat up straight on his horse ana
MS revolver parked into the night twice IN
sharp succession, the sounds crashing
against the house, and the flashes lighting
up the struggling horse and rider, and Rari-
Dan, ciutching at the bride. Raridans hold
loosened at the first shot, and as the SEQ
ond echoed into the night, the horse leaped
free, running madly down the road, past
Bishop Delafield. who was coming rapidly
toward the house. Wheaton and Saxton
met IN the driveway where Raridan had
fallen. The flying horse could. be heard
pounding down the hard road.
Wary, WarryP called Saxton, on his
knees by his friend. Hold the lantern
said nothing, but lay very still, moaning,
Who's hurt?' asked the bishop, coming
up. Saxton had recovered his own lantern
as he ran from the house. 1t was still
burning and Wheaton turned up the wick
The three men bent over Raridan, who lay
as he had fallen.
I'VE must get him inside" said Saxton.
THE horse knocked him down"
The bishop bent over and put his arms
under Raridan; and gathering him up as II
the prone man had been child, he carried
chin slowly toward the house. Wheaton
started ahead with the lantern, but Saxton
snatched 1t from him and ran through the
doors into the hall and back to the dining
room.
Come in here" he called, and the old
bishop followed, bearing Raridan carefully
In his great arms. The others helped him
to place his burden ON the long table at
which, In Poindexter's day, many light
hearted companies had gathered. They
peered down upon him in the lantern light.
I'VE must get doctor quick" said Sax
ton. half turning to go.
Hes badly hurt" said the old man.
There was dark stain on his coat where
Raridan had lain against him. He tore
open Raridan's shirt and thrust his hand
underneath and when he drew 1t out,
shaking his gray head. it had touched