The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1909-10-29
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AT the end of the passage he openot
with low. hoavily-raftered ceiling.
Michael Grant was sitting at mas
sive table with huge cut-glass bcake
or straw-cOlOurCd beer in front Of him
and smoking Zig German pipe, upol
the bowl Of which landscape wa;
painted
He put the pipe down, and got VI
eagerely as Basil and the German
came in.
Good" he said Here you arc
then, Dietrich! Is everything ready?'
Everything Is ready the German
answered. but it is yet too early. II
may be half an hour, at least unit
we start"
Are the accumulators full?"
They are quite full, sir, and | have
added an extra set so that we can
continue in the launch all night and
be miles away before full dawn"
VERY WELL" Grant answered. Now
leave us for half an hour, and we
will discuss the final details. You
are quite sure that everything is all
ready"
II am absolutely sure, SIR" the man
answered In excellent English. though
with a strong middle-German accent.
"The launch is the most powerful cleo
trio launch upon the Rhine. The cabin
is all ready for the two ladies and the
child. if-m0glich."
He heSitated for a moment and q
little flicker of doubt came into his
eyes.
There Is no 'm0glich' at ALL" Grant
raped out, sharply. when Captain
Marriott and | undertake thing the
word 'm0glich' does not exist"
The man rubbed his strong hands
together; they were grimed with oil.
and his face also shone as if it had
been wiped with cotton-waste in an
engine-roOm. He was one of the most
skilled electrical engineers in the
had spent nearly three
years as one of the superintendents
Of the great District Railway power
station in London, and was now only
back in WOhlau-LandskrOna for three
or four months to marry the madchen
to whom he had been long engaged
and to return with her to England.
His sweetheart, Gretchen, was sec
ond maid to Her Hghness the P-in-
cess Sophia. and it was through the
Offices Of one Of the private police
staff. with whom Grant and Basil had
got into touch, that an introduction
10 the man and his financee had been
possible.
Yes" the man continued, every
hnig is prepared. There are provi-
siOns on board. l have the revolvers
and the shoes with the india-rubber
sOles are ready for you to put ont"
have also the little electric fash
lamp with green shade, by which
we shall signal to the top of the wall"
Good Grant answered. Then
come to us in half an hour!"
wait minute, Dietrich!" Basil
said. as the man was turning away.
Go and get me one Of those great
big Schoppen of beer. 1t is good beer,
sn't it. Grant,"
Grant grinned, and the German
smiled also. He liked these two gay
and keen young English Herren, who
we're so cool and confident, SO resolute
n the midst Of dangers that would
destroy the nerve Of ordinary men.
The beer was brought and Basil
md Grant sat down together
Grant took up copy Of the Conti
rental edition of the New York Her
lld." "By Jove!" he said, &c. B. Fry
has made another century! What
hap he Isl"
How arc the averages going?" Ba
Ill said.
"Well. C. b. is at the top, 'Ranji' is
,ext, and after that It is tie be-
ween Tyldesley Of Lancashire and Bo-
"By Jove!" Basil said. 1T is the
oily old Canterbury Week. haven't
seen it for years. My ship has always
,een at foreign station. What would
FOu 6iNC W uc StayAHS Ill 'hC Oiu Wy
onight, Michael?"
" A good Bit" Grant replied. But
with luck. my dear chap. we shall be
back In time for the Gentleman and
Players next week"
Basil lifted his great cut-glass flagon
If amber-colored beer, raised its
leavy lead cap, and drank deeply.
ut seems odd," he said. with a
'hrug, Ito think that We are here now
IN this business. and next week We
shall be up at Lords"
Grant answered with low laugh
1t does, doesn't it?" he said; "but we
ire going to pull this off all right-you
md l."
"Of course we are" the sailor an
'wered. with absolute confidence, noi
vas there any note in his voice which
betrayed an uneasiness or fear, en-
to bolster itself up by tho
Of hope. The two young
nen were perfectly calm and self-con
aimed. They were Oh the very verge
II an enterprise as dangerous and ter
flying as could be found in all Europe
IS that mcaAent;; but, with the curious
leritage of British manhood. the near
n the danger was. the calmer and
more insouciant they became.
Your Frenchman or your Italian is