Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-08-01

'o.eAy ioauS VI France nelO no secrets,
VINO better than he could have realized
the terrible risk OF stopping there a
minute too long? A hay cart, a trac-
tion engine. might come along and bar
he road. .
Trapped! Another auto more power
1ul than his own might arrive and give
chase. 1t would be the end.
And a few PAGES from him the drama
was being enacted. He heard the ia
mlllar report OF revolvers, then noises
or furniture being pushed about. the
linking OF gold coins. the rustling OF
notes; 1t seems as il he took in every
oetall. His sense Of hearing and Of
sight were oncentrated to the last de-
gree. And there he stood. huddled up
chino the wheel, his foot on the clutch
pedal. his right hand on the gear lever,
every tendon straining. ready to spring
the tiger bandit.
The motor throbs and pants. He has
hand on the steering wheel. Round
him there Is firing. shouting. He does
not SUR. Then. at last. they all come
out n scramble into the car. Firing
volleys of shots around them-their
doctrine of clearing a space once
more-the gang Is in flight.
All at once Bonnot sees the dreaded
obstacle, the ursurmountable obstacle,
a removal wagon which blocks the
road. But 1t is again he, the man who
for nv fnterminable minutes has lived
H' h~hs NICs Wltl MS temples InTOD-
bling. his heart beating as If about to
break-it is this same Sonnet who
calmly. With incredible Skill. makes his
car, dashing along at a fantastic rate.
pivot round almost o itself. and thus
saves his sinister band.
Austeriitz, did l say? Yes, but even
in that most glorious victory there are
signs of possible defeat. Already the
police. who have followed the whole
matter with ~indisputable perspicacity
and courage. already the police know
the names of the culprits.
The trto-Rcnnot. GARNER, Corouy-
is identified now. And then there is
Ihe American system of a prize OF 500
900 With its curious results. which AN
not yet be made public.
A week afterward Soudy. the car
bine shooter. IL arrested.
And then Corouy.
And then "Raymond La Science"
Bonnet in Hiding.
Bonnet sets his teeth. risks all. sue
ceeds In eluding the police once more.
Cool, composed, under his slight dis
guise, he leaves his temporary refuge
IN and Journeys to lvry,
TO the little blue shop called The
Popular Market Of Ivry,' where hos
pitality is readily accorded him by
Gouzy. the shop keeper.
Is Gouzy's lain that he did not
Know Bonnet as Bonnet. but under an
other name, true? 1t will probably
never be known. All the members of
the gang caught keep most stubborn
ilence
Two days was Bonnot hidden In the
shabby looking blue shop of his friend
Gouzy, two days OF rest. physical and
mental. Suddenly like a coupe de the
alter arranged by an expert dramatist,
all was changed. The peaceful silence
of the little house was broken by
L voices. prVlm y-ninac rr nj n nd ,,.i
~ answered by that OF his friend and
most, the s~hopkeeper Gouzy.
On all tours, moving noiselessly and
swiftly. with the feline movements
that characterized him. Bonnet crawled
to the corner of the ROOM, where a
sort of trap door, permitted a fun view
OF the shop below. Assistant Inspector
Joutn and three other men of the no
nee We're talking excitedly to Gouzy.
you can search upstairs, il you
Bonnet sprang to his feet. glanced
round the room, a look of fear in his
eyes. Trapped! The house was surely
surrounded. There was no nope of es-
cape.
Bonnet became himself again. cool.
cruel, ready to fight. Minutes passed.
Bonnet stood there facing the door.
his finger ON the trigger. almost mo-
tionless. Then at last steps sounded on
the wooden staircase. Some one. two
persons In fact. were approaching
calmly, leisurely, without any attempt
at secrecy. Bonnet wondered. Are
they so very sure of catching me? Is
some n else coming in by the win
dow?'
There was no time to think. The
door was open. His finger mechanical
~ pulled the trigger. The report, deaf
ening IN the narrow walls of the room,
was echoed by a shout. A man was on
L MN 0lrGAdV. An pptC RUbt hanoo Don
not, 1erocious. like Il beast at bay. try
ing With all his might to free himself
from the powerful clutch of Assistant
Chief ~Jouln-Jouin. unarmed, holding
on and straining every nerve to over
power the bandit. For once Bonnot's
pistol was silent. The arm that held
the gun was gripped by Jouin, and
pointed to his opponents chest, but, by
the irony of fate, this easy target was
intercepted by Bonnot's other arm,
which IN the struggle had been caught
IN deadly embrace and rested pressed
tightly against Jouin's body.
At Bay Again.
What shall he do? Here again the
self-possession and prompt decision of
the bandit are thrown into relief. One.
erhap two seconds of hesitation. then
another loud report. Jouin falls. the
bullet has reached his heart, passing
Inroagh Bonnots arni to get there.
$1,000 spurts from the latter's wound.
dropping on the body of the nero de-
tectfve. Quickly q handkerchief liz
tightly bound round the laccrated arm,
No time must be lost. Already Bon
not's alert intelligence has told him
that the house Is not surrounded. Safe
ty lies through the window. and from
the window he Jumps onto another
roof, and from there climbs into a
room of the next cottage. An old
woman is there, startled by the sudden
Invasion of this man covered with
blood. his features contorted by spasms
OF physical pain and fear. That gun is