The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1906-07-07

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- carried them careening along
the narrow road, Beverly cried out to
him, her voice shriI1 with alarm. Aunt
Fanny was crouching on the floor of
the coach between the seats, grooming
and praying
stop. Where are you going:' cried
Beverly. putting her hessA recl,lessly
through the window. # the man heard
her he gave 10 evidence Of the fact.
His face was set forward, and lie was
guiding the horses with 4 firm. un-
quvering hand Tie coacl sSsattel
and bounded along the dangerous way
hewn III the side Of the mountain. \
misstep or Il false turn might easily
start the clumsy vehicle rolling down
the declivity on the right. The convict
was taking desperate chances and,
with a cool, calculating brain, prepared
to leap to the ground in case Of acct
dent and save himself, without Il
thought for the victims inside.
'.Stop! Turn aroundr' she cried in a
frenzy 1--WE shall be killed Are you
crazy?'
By this time they had struck a de-
scent in the road and were rushing
along at breakneck speed into Cypress
i've shadows that bore the first i'm
prints of night. Realizing at last that
her cries were falling upon purposely
deaf ears, Beverly Calhoun sank back
into the seat, weak and terror stricken.
It was plain to her that the horses were
not running away, for the man had
been flashing them furiously. There
was but one conclusion-he was DELHI
erately taking her farther into the
mountain Businesses, his purpose
known only to himself. A hundred ter
rors presented themselves to her as
she lay huddled against the side of the
coach, her eyes closed tightly, her ten
der body tossed furiously about with
the sway of the vehicle. There was the
fundamental fear that she would be
dashed to death down the side Of the
mountain, but apart from this her
quick brain was evolving all sorts OF
possible endings-none short OF abso-
lutte disaster.
Even as she prayed that something
might intervene to check the mad rush
and to deliver her from the horrors of
the moment the rauc0us voice of the
driver was heard calling to his horses.
and the pace became slower. The aw-
full rocking and the jolting grew less
severe, the clatter resolved itself into a
broken rumble, and then the coach
stopped with a mighty lurch.
Dragging herself from the corner,
poor Beverly Calhoun, no longer a dis
dainful heroine. gazed piteously out
into the shadows, expecting the MUIR
derous blade of the driver to meet her
as she did so. Paulof had swung from
the box of the coach and was peering
first into the woodland below and then
upon the rocks to the left. He wore the
expression Of man trapped and seek
ing means of escape. Suddenly he dart
ed behind the coach, almost brushing
against Beverly's hat as he passed the
window. She opened her lips to call
him, but even as she did SO he took
to his heels and raced back over the
road they had travelled SO precipitously.
Overcome by surprise and dismay.
she only could watch the flight in ST.
lence. Less than hundred feet from
where the coach was standing he turn
ed to the right and was lost among the
rocks. Ahead, four horses. covered
with sweat. were painting and. heaving
as II in great distress after their mad
run. Aunt Fanny was still moaning
and praying By turns in the bottom Of
the carriage Darkness was settling
down upon the pass. and objects hum
dred yards away were Swallowed BY
the gloom There WAS ne sound saye
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