The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1913-02-07


toned If you will arrange his escape
DO you agree?"
"Yes," told him.
"Ah, that is most satisfactory. To
morrow | will send you half the
money with some little suggestions
of my own as to your plan of cam.
paign. The second half you will re-
ceive when Mr.. Craig is free. BY the
way, there are some curious relics of
the stone age OH the moors. Perhaps
you might read up the subject and ap.
pear at Princetown as student; yes,
Mr.. Henderson, that will suit you we'll
"a student of prehistoric man."
He chuckled until the carriage
shook. 1t was like driving with a
good-tempered blanc mango.
II shall be glad OF any advice you
can give me-" l said.
He pulled a cord, and when the
carriage stopped l got out and stood
waiting.
Good night and good luck to you,"
he said, his great white face shining
upon me from the window as he
shook my hand. II have your ad-
dress. Drive on, Williams"
might have been an old and trust
ed friend from the warmth OF his
manner. Yet as the carriage rolled
away l noticed that he raised the lit
tie flap at the back to see that
didn't try to follow him.
he o,,.iu ,S,,ox
The notes l slowed away in an inside
pocket. The typewriter instructions
were unsigned and undated
According to them Craig was q
member of gang 3D." employed on a
convict farm, in draining and inclos-
ing a portion of moor by a stream
known as the Black brook. Above
the stream rose a small hill on which
was an ancient cairn and stone circle
that In my character as a student
would offer an excuse for my pres
eIce.
Though communication with Craig
could not be regularly established, he
knew that an attempt was in prepare
ton. The sight of a man in a white
waterproof lettering on the cairn hill
would be his signal that all was ready.
Sudden fogs were frequent upon the
moor, and when they came white the
convicts were at work in the fields,
the chance OF escape was excellent:
for the authorities did not chain their
men, and the warders rarely used
their rifles. They trusted to the huge
moors upon which men who escaped
were easily retaken, half dead from
fatigue and starvation.
Craig would make a rush for the
cairn hill. From thence 1t was my
duty to convey him to Torquay, thirty
miles away on the coast. Once there
be would know where to 60, and my
ended. A letter to the
rorquay post office, under the name
Of w. Slade, would be forwarded to
the writer If I required further as
sistance or had any questions of real
That was all; but 1t was enough for
me. Here was scheme into which 1
could put my heart. There was no
low-down swindling, no dirty work
about it. felt as gay as schoolboy
off for holiday.
And so in three days time that
ragged rascal Jack Henderson disap-
peared from London, and the we'll
dressed Mr.. Abel Kingsley, vaguely
described in the visitors book OF the
Princetown Arms as of Memphis Uni
versity, U. s. A., was sitting on the
cairn hill above the prison that held
julius Craig.
To the far horizon there stretched
The melancholy moors, deserted
washes of rush marshes and stunted
heather, broken here and there by
,utcrops of granite, that crowned the
'olling ground like the ruins OF hun
lred feudal castles. FOR Dartmoor is
/ huge granite tableland, and on It's
barren surface no corn will grow nor
rec flourish.
Beneath the rampant OF its contain
ng hills lies the garden OF Devon,
and Of orchards and pleasant woods,
If cornfields and pasture farms; but
he moors have defied the farmer and
'emain the same sad wilderness that
man Inhabited four thou
'and years ago. You can see where
lie built his hut circles, and set up his
,reat stone avenues to the honor OF
lead chieftains.
1t was an uncanny sort OF place al
ogether, and l shivered as / sat in
hat lonely cemetery Of the forgotten
lead.
The huge prison was built on the
opposite slope of the shallow valley,
md the farm which the convicts had
Won field by field stretched down
rom its walls to brook at the foot
II the cairn hill where / was. On the
urther edge of the brook gang was
It work inclosing some new ground,
md through my glasses I soon made
tut the man / was after. The last
ime l had seen him was on his own
oach at Ascot, with the girls buzzing
ound him like wasps after sugar, and
here he was digging trenches with q
made IT'S n funny wOrldi