The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-08-25
Continued from yesterday)

one, Payton pumped tne sneilS tHNS =
with a caution. but his aim was WIG
compared with Etban's superb gun
merry. stlI, they managed 20 cut mp
orr rfeginR. tore a few holes in our
deck and dnally sent shell aboard US
that wounded two men and knocked
over Mr.. Grnyman. who. with the sec
retary, had insisted upon remaining
on deck, with Tying splinter.
Mr.. Grantham ran to his aid, ana 1
sent man TO help carry him into the
cabin
Wbish, whish! Rattle: craclEi
wept the sounds Of the guns and the
exploding shells. mingled at times
viii The deep Erowls OF thunder from
the encirclinc clouds. which mennced
another rush. as n we in turn had
stiuuinted them 20 renewed violence
But they held or while the fight to a
6ufsh between the Chameleon and the
Osprey went on
Presently one OF our aeroPianes was
t-nocked endxvisP: tlIeu our steering
machinery vas dnr7aEec- The latrer
injury caused US tu swing round 50
that our stern gun also came into
nIov. and the gunner Eaton-a good
man. too-incfted by Etinln'S splendid
work and enEer 10 tnkP mis- share In
# BEGIN TO fire without orders Ok
course let him 60 Ou- sJDd the hattle
becume Bercer than Pvs'r- I'ayton sene
,,v sonne more SmuSher.s. and felt by
Tbe staggering Of the Osprey that snS
vas MORALLY injured hut. nfter an
efaat did not greatly ip'ulIl'. me. sinc's
# was plain that the chameleon was
In a fur worse plight
Ethnf was n sight TO make ones
nerves Jingle. FIiS eyes HnsAed. his
lei, v,VorfgfnF1
of walking benmS. and the perspirn-
ton STRAINED from his fnce-
ssBuIIy for you. Efhan.'' shouted
entbusiasticaIIy. You've kept your
word. The Chameleon win never ny
again"
sgThe blasted turncoat.-' he replied.
azafn sighting his gun. Il knoWed
ia put an end to her cavortin's-
Change yer color agin. will ye, ye
blasted grasshopper! ScoOt inter a
cloud ag'in if ye kin. durn yer
Ethan had but just uttered these
words when a she'll whizzed aboard.
exploded under his gun and sent It
AyfnC. end over end. down into the
scudding clouds beneath US Ethan
was toppled over. but Immediately |
snranr to his feet, trickIe OF blood !
running down his cheek. braced him !
self and stared
never saw on a mortaI's face such |
a look Of blank astonishment and /
chagrin. For a minute he could not
speak Then he found his tongue and 4
uttered but single word:
Gosh a'mightyF'
In spite OF the excitement I burst
into roar OF Laughter.
Never mind. Ethan" said you
anFabad Fha CybameleOn-
And SO, Indeed. he had PaytOn'5 IA
nous hIer was knocked all out OF
shape. I wondered how she kept
adoat. AS she could not get away 1
md had manifestly fred her last shot,
/ ordered Eaton also TO cease firing.
The last shot OF the Chameleon's,
which gave her her revenge on the
gun that had put an end to her career
was fred, as we learned afterward, by
Payton himself
The victory was ours, although the
Osprey was not In a much better con-
dillon than her conquered antagonist
suddenly, while hesjtated about
my next step. a parachute dropped
from the Chameleon
Good heaven. Allan" cried the sec
rotary, who had returned to my side
after dnding that Mr. Grayman's In
Jury was trihing. ''Payton Is escaping.
II he gets safe to the ground the fox
will be I'm his hole again"
HHe shah never get thereF' I ex-
claimed, and at the words seized
the wheel, determined to swing the Il
Osprey around In some way so that I
she could catch the parachute The Ii
parachute umbrella had opened
and it was descending in
long swings. In a few moments we
were almost upon It, but 1 saw that
we should pass little to one side and
above It. There was but one chance.
Putting my pistol IN my teeth. :
lpranr- out with both arms wide
broad Luckily I succeeded In grasp
Ing a rope of the parachute as I shot
downward The Osprey rushed on.
and I was left suspended in midair'
the parachute lurching and gyrattna
with my added and misplaced weight
had heard 4 sAS1t OF dismay rom
Mr. Grantham as plunged overheard,
but the instant felt the rope In my
fingers had no fear.
1 bad taken my resolution that Al
fonso Payton should not escape, and
meant to kin him
/ slipped down the rope sailorWt8e. h
SEEKING my pistol from my teeth as I
landed In q heap in the basket In
stantIy recovering my feet swung
round furiously to face Payton ana
hnish him
But my raised pistol dropped nom 4
my hand. for. looking straight into my t
eyes with pale. scared lace, Saw r