The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-07-11


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man walk Is his dea ID ~ the AZ
ana As the cCnde nnned had 81 olsen his
last farewell, nth the moose aboJIt lis.
neck be hadsr aarvelet at the clea
of Ids voice, at the fedrlessne Of this
creature In MS last moment on earth
Eow he Understood Inch b inch
the fuse burned toward him-a dfth
3f the distance, quarter. now q third
At last It reached half-Was almost
under his feet. Two minutes more OF
life. He put his whole strength once
again IL an attempt to free his hands.
This ame his attempt was cool, steady
masterful. with death 100 seconds
away. His heart gave a sudden burst
Ing leap into his throat when he felt
something give. Another effort, and
In the powder choked vault there rang
,ut thrilling cry Of triumph. his
hands were free! he reached forward
to the fuse, and this, time moaning.
wordless sob fell from him. faint. ter
rifying, with all the horror that might
6lI human soul in its inarticulate
note. he could not reach the fuse be
cause OF the thong about his neck.
He felt for his knife. he had left It
In his room. Sixty seconds more
forty-thirty! He could see the hery
end Of the fuse almost at his feet Sud-
9enly his cropping fingers came in con-
rnct with the cold steel of his pocket
revolver, and with last hope he
snatched SC forth, stretching down his
pistol arm until the muzzle Of the
weapon was within dozen inches OF
the deadly spark At his first shot the
spark leaped, but did not go out After
the second there was no longer the
aery, creeping thing on the door. and
crushing his head back against the
sacks, Rowland sat for many minutes
as If death had In reality come to him
in the moment Of his deliverance-
After a time. with tedious slowness.
he worked a hand into his trousers
pocket, where he carried a penknifc-
It took him a long time to saw through
the rawhide thong about his neck
After that he cut the rope that bound
his ankles.
He made an effort to rise. but no
sooner had he gained his feet than
his paralyzed limbs Guve way under
him and he dropped in a heap on the
door. Very slowly the blood began
finding its way through his choked
veins again. and with the change there
came over him feeling OF infinite
FeSttulneSS. He StreGcneO nlnSel1 OUT
with his face turned to the black wan
above, realizing only that he was
saved, that he had Outwitted his mys-
terious enemies again and that he was
comfortable He made no effort to
think-to scheme out his further de-
liyerance. He was with the powder
and the dynamite. and the powder and
dynamite could not be exploded until
human hands came to attach a new
fuse. Macdonald would attend to
that very soon. so he went on into
tloze that was almost sleep. In his
half Consciousness there came to him
but one sound-that dreadful ticking
OF his watch. He seemed to have lis
tened to it for hours when there arose !
another sound-the ticking OF another
watch.
He sat up. startled. wondering. and
then he laughed happily as he heard
the sound more distinctly. It was the
benting OF picks on the rock outside.
Already DiacDonald's men were at
work clearing the mouth of the coyote.
In half IN hour he would be out in
the big. breathing world again.
The thought brought him to his feet.
rhe numbuess was gone from his
limbs and he could walk about H:5
irst move was to strike match and
sok Mt F,'- -r@t~h