The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1910-04-07

FAREWELL NY bow he turned
BOLD YOUNG from the tense
FRIEND. muscled captive
and directed his final instructions to
the guards. With n curt nod to the
men, he strobe out through the mouth
OF the cave and was gone. Dusk had
settled down upon mountain and val
ley. One of the men cut the rope that
bound TruXton's feet.
"Get up" said the Newport man.
We've got to be movin'."
Still gagged and somewhat dizzy.
King was hurried off into the narrow
mountain path. closely surrounded by
the five men.
The silent. cautious march down the
valley. through the gap and along the
ridge carried them far into the night.
This much he knew-they were In
the hills directly above the northern
gates. The vague. black shadow Of a
lightless house loomed up before them.
In a twinkling he was hustled across
the road and into a door. then down
a flight of stairs, through pitchy dark
ness. guided by two of the men, q
whispered word Of advice now and
then from the Yankee saving him from
p~erilous stumbles. He was jerked up
sharply with n command to stand still.
A light flashed suddenly In his face.
binding him for n moment.
o he saw that they were In a
broad, bare cellar; three men in heavy
black boards were in earnest %conversa-
ton with several Of his captors: all
were ge%sticulating iercely.
His Newport companion enlightened
him between puffs Of the pipe he was
struggling with. Here's where we
say goodby, young fellow. We turn
you over to these gents, whoever they
are. You go into the village gay with
these 'swabs' by the sewer line, l
guess" Truxton pricked up his ears.
"The old man has had a hole chopped
in the sewer here, they tell me, and it's
a snap to get into the city. Not very
clean or neat. but 1t gets you there.
Well, so long! They're ready, l see.
They don't monkey long when they've
got q thing to do"
In another moment his guardianship
was transferred; he was being hurried
across the cellar toward an open door
way. Down a few stone steps he was
led by the bearded crew, Inc then
pushed through q hole In what ap-
peared to be a heavy brick wall. He
realized at once where he was. The
gurgle of running water came up to
him. 1t was the great sewer that ran
from the hills through the heart of the
city. flushed continuously by a diverted
mountain stream that swept down
from above.
He did not know how long they
traversed the chill sewer. In time.
however. the water got deeper; rats
began to scurry along the sides Of the
circle or to swim frantically on in front
of the disturbers.
At last the strange journey ended.
They anne to n niche I'm the Shiny wall.
Up into thist the men climbed. The man
above was cautiously tapping on what
appeared to be solid masonry. To
Kings surprise a section of the wall
suddenly opened before them. He was
seized from above by strong hands and
literally jerked through the hole. up
narrow steps and Their into a long, dim
ly lighted room, in the center Of which
stood a long table.
He was passed On into a small room
adjoining. Some one, speaking in Eng
lish, told him to sit down. The gag
was removed from his stiff. inflamed
mouth.
Fetch him some water" said a
.r,tno tIot bn y-oc cr,ra ha racnOnfzo6-
a high. querulous voice.
Hello. Spantzr" articulated Truxton,
turning to the black bearded. bent fig
ure.
There was an instant OF silence.
Then Spantz spoke, with a soft laugh:
"You will not know 90 much tomor-
row, Herr King. Give him water,
man. He cannot talk with a dry
throat"
King was pushed put into the larger
room, where he was confronted by q
crowd Of bewhiskered men and snaky
eyed women with most Intellectual
nose glasses. 1t required but a glance
to convince him that the whiskers
were false.
For nearly an hour he was probed
with questions concerning his business
in Edelweiss. Threats followed close
upon his unsatisfactory answers,
though they were absolutely truthful.
"WeYl find a way to make you talk
tomorrow, my friend! Starving Is not
pleasant"
"You would not starve mel" he cried.
"No. You will have the pleasure Of
starving yourself" said a thin eyed
fellow whom he afterward knew as
Peter Brutus.
He was thrown back into the little
room. To his surprise and gratifca-
tion the bonds on his wrists were re-
muIed~
Ito be ~continued,)
Receipt eooko-BOund with stub.