Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-14

groaned. "But he sha mt come aboard. Not
step!"
keep your hair on" enjoined his COM
panion, needless of the futlllty of the meta
phor "The tarpaulins are still on the ma
chine 1t looks as much like guncarrage
rs an aeroplane. Buckley wouldn't recog-
nze it if he did come aboard. But he won't.
| II head them off and go back to the yacht.
If Page keeps to his cabin
Saccarello shambled hastily toward the
deck "By all means he'll keep to his cab
in" he snapped. Surely your wife won't
have been so indisCreet as to mention him.
IN the immediate sequel, however, the first
ineligible word he seized of the parley
that Justin on the ladder held with the in
truders in the launch, was the name OF the
aviator. Thereupon the American, pale and
staring wheeled about and caught SIGHT OF
| him.
"Page!" he gasped. "For Gods sake get
Page!"
The hooked beak vanished as if ported
by some unseen sharpshooter; but an in
slant later Saccarello reappeared at the top
of the gangway and began hobbling down to
| them.
Il must ask an explanation he said
stiff1y, with the slightest possible recognition
of Buckley's existence. "If this call"
"Have you sent for Pager" interrupted
Justin, his face working.
Certainly not!'
The distraught man groaned and would
have brushed by him, but the Italians frail
body revealed unexpected strength.
| 81 must know to what extent outsiders
share our private business, he stated, block
ing the way.
| Justin threw up his hands. This is no
time for red tape, he cried Nobody wants
to PRIV into things. My wife and Buckley
have brought bad news. That man Rodo-
slav has mixed himself up with some revo
lutionary plot and dragged my niece into
it too"
"A plot! Rodoslav!" Saccarello's heavy
lids f1uttered. "Who is responsible for this
tale?"
Buckley here can vouch for it"
"Ah, Mr.. Buckley" drawled the old man.
"Pardon the skepticism of a veteran, but"
"Stow your skepticism!' cut in Justin.
at doesn't matter whether you believe 1t
or not. The important fact is that Rodoslav
has carried my niece off in his aeroplane,
and"
as that ALP"
GAIL"
dts hardly sufficient to justify this COM
motion. Your niece is an Amerlcan-W
an American young woman's notions of pro-
priety. She has ridden with Prince Rodo-
slav before"
an an aerodrome, at civilized hour, not
from a ramshackle castle in the Balkans.
They started from that place of his you
pointed out to me yesterday as we came by,
started before anybody was up. The girls
life is in danger"
"Surely not" Saccarello shed beatifc
smile isn't it plain that the young people
have taken it into their heads to elope?
They are both romantic. An aeroplane
elopement would have an appeal to them
that you and l, my friend, can scarcely APP
preciate."
"you're piff1ing away tilne!' Justin 5
square chin asserted itself. 1--WE have got
to fir them, and Page must help US. He's
the only one who can help US. There's a
chance, if he flies back into the Hertzego-
| VIVA"
"Over Austrian territory! In a machine
belonging to my Government
"But you don't understand"
81 understand only too well. The gravest
complications might come of it. | may seem
hard hearted; but girls caprice"
"Caprice!T roared Justin. 81 tell you she
has been decoyed into a nest of revolution
lists! Buckley knows what he is talking
about. Do you want atfidavits, docu-
ments? NV God, man! haven't you any