The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-04-09
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gered uncertainty, with the driver
asleep and waiting for orders The
conspirators were about to gallop for
ward to the head of the moving col
umn. when Collins pointed across the
abandoned camp-ground to where a
horseman, who had evidently made a
wide detour of the advancing column,
rode madly toward the baggage wagon
THE gentleman's trying to kill his
horse, should judge" murmured Ard.
more. by Jove!"
"It's Gillingwater!" chorused the
trio.
The rider in his haste had over
looked the men in the road. He dash
ed through the wide opening in the
fence. left by the militiamen, took the
ditch by the roadside at leap,
wakened the sleeping driver on the
wagon with roar, and himself leaped
upon the box and began turning the
horses.
What do you think he's doing?"
asked Cooke
Hes in a hurry to get back to
mothers cooking" replied Ardmore.
Hes seen Miss Dangerfield and
learned that war is at hand, and he's
| going to get his clothes out of danger:
| Lordy! Listen to him slashing the
mules"
But you don't think"
The wagon had swung round, and
s1roo1v in roni1 To11irc
howled in glee.
Come on! We can't miss show
like this!"
Leave the horses then! There's a
! hill there that will break his neck.
!; We'd better stop him if we cant"
cried Cooke. dismounting.
They threw their reins to the driver
of the wagon, who had been brushed
from his seat by the impatient adju-
tant general. and was chanting weird
ly to himself at the roadside.
The wagon, piled high with trunks
| and boxes, was dashing forward, Gil
lingwater belaboring the mules furi-
ously, and, hearing the shouts Of
strange pursuers, yelling at the team
IN voice Shrill with fear.
Come on, boys!" shouted Ardmore.
thoroughly aroused, "catch the spy
and traitor!"
The road dipped down into the shad.
dow of a deep cut, where the moons
rays but feebly penetrated, and where
the flow of springs had softened the
surface; but the pursuers were led on
/ by the rumble OF the wagon, which
| swung from side to side :perilously
the boxes swinging about noisily and
topping threateningly at the apex
Down the sharp decljvity the wagon
plunged like ship bound for the bot.
tom of the sea.
The pursuers bent gamely to their
| task in the rough road. with Cooke
slightly in the lead. Suddenly he
shouted warningly to the others, as
something rose darkly above them
like black cloud, and a trunk fell
with mighty crash only a few feet
ahead Of them. The top had been
shaken off in the fall, and into it head
(, first plunged Ardmore
+, There's another coming!" yelled
! Collins, and much larger trunk
struck and split upon a rock at the
roadside. Clothing of many kinds
strewed the highway. A pair of lrou.
sers, flung fiercely into the air, caught
on the limb of a tree, shook free like
a banner, and hung there somberly
: etched against the stars.
(; Ardmore crawled out Of the trunk
screaming with delight. The fra.
GRANGE of toilet water broke freshly
upon the air.
| ITS his ammunition!" bawlcd Ard
more, rubbing his head where he had
struck the edge CT tray His scent
bottles are smashed. and it's only by
the grace of Providence that haven't
cut myself on broken glass"
They went down the road, STUN.
bling now and then over bit Of
debris from the vanished wagon.
cts like walking on carpet" OBJ.
served Cooke, picking up feathered
!! chapeau. 81 didn't know there were
so many clothes in all the world"
! They abandoned the idea of farther
I pursuit on reaching trunk standing
on end, from which a uniform dress.
! coat dropped sadly.
/ "This is not our trouble; it's his
/ trouble. guess he's struck smooth