Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-11-05
We arrive quite where MT. Armitage

Durand. And not least important. he has tonight snatched away that little cablegram that was the signal to Win kelried to go ahead, He is a very an moving and vexatious person. this Ar mitage. Even Zmai. whose knife made him terror in Servie. seems unable to cope with him."
 And the fair daughter of the val. ley"7
 "Pish! We are not discussing the young lady"
 "I can understand how unpleasant the subject must be to you. my dear Jules. What do you imagine she knows of NJ. Armitage? If he b the man we think he is. and a possible heir to a great throne, it would be impossible for her to marry him."
 His tastes are democratic. In Mon- tana he is quite popular"
 Durand flung away his cigarette and laughed suddenly.
 Has 1t occurred to you that this whole affair is decidedly amusing? Here we are in one of the free Ameri- can states about to turn card that will dethrone king if we are lucky. And here is man we are trying to get out of the way-a man we might make king If he were not fool! In Ameri- ca! It touches my sense of humor my dear Julesv'
 $ An exclamation from Zmai arrested them. The Servian jerked up his horse, and they were instantly at his side. They had reached a point near the hunting preserve in the main highway. It was about half past o'clock, an hour at which Virginia mountain roads are usually free of travellers, and they had been sending their horses along as briskly as the uneven roads and the pace of Zmafs laggard beast permitted.
 The beat of a horses hoofs could be heard quite distinctly in the road ahead of them. The road tended downward, and the strain of the as- cent was marked in the approaching animals walk. In a moment the three men heard the horses quick snort of satisfaction as 1t reached leveler ground. Then, scenting the other ami mals, it threw up its head and neighed shrilly.
 In the dusk of starlight Durand saw Zmai dismount and felt the Servian's big. rough hand touch his in passing the bridle of his horse.
 "Waitv' said the Servian.
 The horse of the unknown paused neighed again and refused to go far ther. A mans deep voice encouraged him in low tones. The horses of Chauvenet's party danced about rest lessly, responsive to the nervousness of the strange beast before them.
 "Who goes there?"
 The strangers horse was quiet for an instant. and the rider had forced him so near that the beasts upreined head and the erect shoulders of the horseman were quite clearly defined.
 "Who goes there?" shouted the rider, their eyes toward him, their hands tight on their brides, and listened, waiting for Zmai They heard a sud den rush of steps, the impact of his giant body as he flung himself upon the shrinking horse, and then a cry of alarm and rage. Chauvenet slipped down and ran forward with the quick, soft glide of a cat and caught the bridle of the strangers horse The horseman struggled in Zmais great arms. and his beast plunged wildly. No words passed. The rider had kick ed his feet out of the stirrups and gripped the horse hard with his legs. His arms were flung up to protect his head, over which Zmai tried to force the sack.
 ''The knife?" bawled the Servan.
 'Nor' answered Chanvenet.
 "The devil" yelled the rider, and dug his spurs into the rearing beasts Hanks.
 Chauvenet held on valiantly with both. hands to the horses head. Once the frightened beast swung him clear of the ground. A few yards distant Durand sat on his own horse and held the brides of the others. He soothed the restless animals in low tones, the light of his cigarette shaking oddly in the dark with the movement of his lips. The horse ceased to plunge Zmai held it's rider erect with his left arm while the right drew the sack down over the head and shoulders of the prisoner.
 Tie him." said Chauvenet, and Zmai buckled a strap about the mans arms and bound them tight.
 The dust in the bag caused the man inside to cough. but save for the one exclamation he had not spoken. | Chauvenet and Durand conferred in low tones while Zmai drew out a tether strap and snapped it to the curb bit of the captive's horse. T
 ''The fellow takes it pretty cooly," remarked Durand. lighting a fresh cig- arctic. What are you going to do ! with himT
 "We will take him to his own place it Is near-and coax the papers out of | him. Then we'll find precipice and toss him over It is simple matter"
 Zmai handed Chauvenet the revolver ! he had taken from the silent man on the horse
 T am ready" he reported. ? "Go ahead: we follow" And they started toward the bungalow, Zmai