New-York tribune., 1911-02-26

'dtOH HSl III Il3 arms, as sic lu'S -.
more from weakness and the stiffness oI ''ci
body. =,
"Thurley!', he said. "Tburlcy! In Gods
name how
"Oh, get me away! Don't stoP!', she m
terrupted wildly, clinging to him heiplesSly'
"lvc walked so far-and they may DC coil-
ing any minute, Oh, you've comc-yGu We
come! don't see how you ever iouild me-
But please don wait-don't talk. Let ) 90
Just as fast aS ever we can!
"But, Thurcy, Who Let me help you
in, he said to her, leading her promptly
round the car, where she climbed to the sea-
beside his own. "Theres no one on the
road. You're cold! Good Heavens! "haV
you must have been through
The car started slowly down the rCdu'
"You'rc safe he assured her, gaming III
calm as her weakness increased upon ner
and the need Of his strength arose. ~ Gu re
excited, Thurlcy, naturally. God! tothnKI
"Whats that she interrupted wildly her
eyes tremendously dilated and blazing III
his own.
"WhatS what? /"
dts another car, Oh, if it should be,
She had turned to look backward on the
highway. Suddenly round the turn Shot
big red limousine two men on the seat III
front.
One of the men half rose by the wheel and
let out a yell like tiend.
Stuvvcrant's car had already responded
to his urging Of spark and throttle. tie ieIt
Thurey slump in sckcning fear, and under,
stood the situation as no spoken word could
have told him.
He crowded on his utmost power, the
monster beneath him lurchcd forward Ike
locomotive, and furious race began.
Chapter XIII. The Race
THERE was certainly less than three hun
dred yards between the cars when Jan
and Max, who had turned, five miles back,
on suspicion, to pursue the Stuyvcrant ma
chine, were obliged to slow for the brlclcst
period where the rutS would have wrecked
their motor.
Stuvvcrant, glancing back at them quick
", was confident Of winning, should his car
behave its best; but his face was grim.
"Thcsc men have no right wouldn't
dare" he started to cry; but he realized
they would halt at nothing, as vivid con-
viction was flashed on his brain that doubt
less they had struck the blow that had all
but killed his man.
We IL S'tlllllS' NlIN'l Il4uIANS' ny
strength and courage rcasScrting themselves
with wonderful residence. "Can you give
her any mOrc?'
For his answer Stuyvcrant jammcd the
mufflcr cutout with his heel. \ terrific Sc
rics of dctonations instantly followed. The
car plunged forward with newer zest and
trees shot past in a blur.
In the moments advantage, caused by
the ruts that held the pursuing monster at
the rear, they nearly doubled their lead.
Then on came the giant limousine like q
fragment Of a meteor ripping up the road.
1t was Jan driving, his rage prodigiouS,
his lust for murder now mania broken
from its bonds. The car was one of cnor-
nous power It, ,ix big cylinders were pour
ing Gatling fusilladc on the road. Itroared
like an engine Of doom and destruction,
hurting and rocketing to ovcrtakc the flee
ing machine ahead.
Stuyvcrants car was low to the ground,
like greyhound eager for work. For some
incXplicabe reason the motor, which had
baked in the night, was running like a
dream. Despite the superiority of the car
behind, it continued to creep away.
They swung about an angle in the high
way, out upon wider pike, which led
straghtway to a village, small in size.
For one brief second Stuyverant dreamed