Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-02-26

TO MS speed. G-XtllldllOl, burning III his
pulses faring in his motor, and roaring in
his wake, made hot his frame, despite the
biting wind, and frightened his eyes with
triumph.
He shot to the cover of a stretch of woods,
where the road wound westward like a river.
A crack like rifles note rang out on the
air, and his car swcrved wildly from the
road.
A tire had gone from the right fore wheel,
and spring was snapped as he wrenched
it back and saved them from destruction.
1t was madness to drive at speed after
that and he groaned as he was forced to
slow down.
He had to keep on, despite his fattened
casing. And his wrist all but failed as he
chung to the wheel. holding the cripple from
plunging away on tangent of death for
them both
Almost simultaneously with the accident,
the air startling roar of the huge six-cylinder
came vibrantly on the wind. 1t was back in
tune, with no more missing to cut down its
power.
"They1l catch us, Thurey!' he called to
the girl "We'rc done for now on speed!'
SHE knew precisely what had happened.
~ She knew how utterly mad it would be
to race with a fattened front tire. On this
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moment. 1t would be fairly suicidal.
She could think of nothing to say, and
Stuyverant shouted, "What shall we doo"
The car was still racing; but slowly now,
the speed perhaps sufficient to elude the
pursuers for five or six minutes more.
1--WE couldn't hide?" cried Thurlcy, and
Stuyverant glanced at the woods.
"There's just one chance" he called above
the din, releasing the muffler cutout for the
purpose. "Give me your cloak. You take
my cap and furs. I'll get out and run, SO the
fends can see mc-and you drive on.
They'll think it is / still driving, and you
who are running to hide. Slip off your cloak
and be quick" He halted the car as he
spoke.
"But OH if anything Thurley started,
when he interrupted quickly.
mo time to talk or argue. It's the only
chance. Your cloak.'
He had dropped off his fur coat and
clapped his cap upon her head. She rose
and he stripped her of the old gray garment,
helping her swiftly into the furs and urging
her into his seat.
"If they catch you, Robley-" she started
as before. IL mustn't let"
II love you'll" he said, in the stress and
white heat of the moment. "Id give my
life to serve you! Quick-there isn't mo-
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dare to drive, and don't stop for anything
on earth!" He leaped from the car and start
ed for the woods, covered from heels to
head by the long gray cloak that Thurley
had trailed in the night "Goodby!" he
called. "Don't wait! Don't wait! They're
nearly in sight up the road!"
"Goodby" she replied, the tears swiftly
springing in her softened eyes, and starting
the car with her firm, young skill, reinforced
by the courage demanded by the moment
she was going again at dizzying speed when
the huge limousine shot into view round
the bend, and Stuyvcrant ran to a bit of
brush and crouched as if to hide.
One yell of satisfaction, barely audible to
Robley, assembled from the pursuing car and
informed him that he had been seen.
A LMOST at once the detonations of the
limousine ceased. The car was halted ;
for the roadway bent trif1e, and the way
to the woods was shorter from here than
from where the fugitive had started.
Both men leaped from their car and
started across the snow and broken ground,
rapidly approaching the spot where Stuy-
verant was hiding. He leaped to his feet
and ran through the dry weeds as if stag
gering with terror.
One man fell, but rose again, cursing the
root that had thrown him down and draw