Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-10-14
Revenge ;
BY GUY THORN E.
CHAPTER xvIl-continued.

~ 4 Fl
CHAPTER xvli-C Continued.
Then he noticed, with the keen,
trained ear of the motorist, that the
engines were not running as they had
done. II Their song was not true, and
with q new groan he knew that the
petrol also was nearly at an end.
The car began to slacken its speed.
and Basil looked wildly round him,
gripping the lever Of the steering
wheel tightly with one hand as he
did so. Far away in the distance be-
hind he saw the little chrome square,
which meant the electric train which
was following them. To the left was
the Rhine, and he saw that a steam
pleasure yacht was waiting there, q.
few hundred yards ahead, at tiny
pier built out from the bridge.
To the right were lying fields OF
rye and barley, which went stretching
away to the foot of the hills.
Then, suddenly, The speed slack
ened and slackened and slackened.
The rude music of the engines be-
came defined into series of explo-
sIons: declined from that, and sounded
! like the slow ticking of a clock.
The car stopped.
The other motor was some six hun
dred yards ahead of thema distant
red spot upon the white road.
Theysare now approaching the en-
virons ssofi Bonn. AS their own car
/ stopped Basil saw, with q sudden up
lifting of the, heart, that the other
car was also slackening down.
We are DONE he said to Michael
Grant. abut the others are done, too.
4 It has Just happened splendidly. Now,
let us get out and run up to them,
knock out that German Johnnie, and
get hold or the little Duke"
ut fl all in your hands," Michael
Grant replied. Marriott, am not
feeling myself; / have been very
shaken up with this drive, but j think
N can account for the man with the
yellow moustache re a
For Fritz Won Ravenstein?" Basil
answered. eOf course you can. Come
on!''
The car had come to rest.
Stiff and cramped as they We're they
descended. feeling shooting pains in
every limb, and began to run towards
the distant car. which was now abso-
\ lutely stationary
Grant led the way with his great
stride, which was so celebrated in the
1 annals Of sport. Marriott, who him
self was In perfect condition, followed
after few yards distance.
The road rises little here, and
( for few seconds the other car was
almost hidden from their eyes. Then,
as they mounted the slight eminence,
both of them pulled up and stopped
short.
They pulled up and looked igsvseach
others faces, and each saw that
every vestige of colour even the red
4 ness which the skin had assumed dur
Ing their wild rush from Cologne
I had left the face OF; the other.
This is what they saw.
The car had stopped indeed, but
from the tunnels of the pleasure yacht
which had been waiting at the little
pier thick black smoke was pouring,
and q tall man, carrying little child
in his arms, had walked down the
trail wooden structure and was mount
Ing 9 gangway on to the deck Of the
4 yacht
We'rea done, Grant," Marriott said.
ssssssN ere absolutely done!' and even as
no spoke the siren Of the boat gave
loud, menacing hoot; and as the
steamer glided e, from the pier
they stood and At swing out
into the tideway .5..ssl then move I'm
the Rhine to Bonn.