The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-05-12

::. 1.-The ::
Flying
::~>>>> Man ~<>:
: BY
: Harry Irving Greene
Author Of
? ''The Lash of Circumstance"
Barbara of the SnowS''
lCopxright. ~ by Harry Irving Greensl


ct was altogether too reckless and
I hope you win not take such a chance
again" broke out the girl impatiently.
North seized the opportunity TO nm
ish his sandwich.
well, perhaps so, but I certainly
do need a good slice OF that million.
And figured it that they having aban-
doned the chase for the night and
turned him over to me, if I happened
to be lucky enough to land him the
larger portion if not all Of the reward
would be mine So l kept on. The
moon kept getting brighter as it grew
darker and for half an hour more /
coaxed the Dragon along by every
trick I knew. It certainly was some
sight when | looked down upon those
mountain tops that we were skimmlng
over. Never saw such grotesque
shapes and shadows as those jumbled
rock piles made-caves and grottoes
and goblin palaces-while as for the
canyons and valleys-well, some OF
them were moonlight bathed and /
was willing to swear that l saw
witches riding about on their broom
sticks and gnomes dancing, although
| suppose, of course, they were moth
ing but flying shadows. Others were
as black az the mouth Of the Pit itself,
while ahead of me and always keeping
his distance with internal endurance
was the most uncanny phantom of
them aIl-the very spirit of the night. "
He stopped speaking to sip at his tea
and the girl shivered.
Think of it," she murmured in
an awed voice. "The recklessness of
1.-THE fooIhardiness. You had no
right to do it." He acquiesced.
q will admit that for once I pushed
discretion to the limit, and after
had left the others twenty-five or
thirty miles behind l began to see 1t
in that light Well, my engine was
beginning to act up a little by reason
of getting a heated bearing, and / saw
that / would have to come down, willy
nilly. But it vas no joke of trick
in that uncertain simmer with those
sharp rocks stabbing up all around,
and | confess l was a little anxious.
But presently l reached a valley that
seemed to have pretty level floor IN
places and l dove for it and managed
to alight after quite a shake up. Then
| looked UP. The Flying Man had
swung about, too, and was now cir
cling back over me and things began
promising to be real interesting.
did not like the lay of the land where
I was particularly we'll, so l backed
up against a rock, pulled my revolver,
firmly placed one foot before and
yelled:
"'Come one, come all. This rock shall
fly
From it's firm base as soon as L.
q guess that scared him, for he
screeched back, took a skim over me,
saw that he could not get at me ex-
cept from in front and then tapped
across the valley and roasted on the
edge of a rock about a quarter of a
mile away where he could watch me.
was pretty tired and sat down, but
of course l did not dare go to sleep.
What l was most afraid of was that
he would drop rocks on my machine
and smash it, but for some reason he
didn't. Maybe he did not happen 10
think of it just then, and maybe he
was too tired to go carting boulders
around and concluded to wait until
morning when he was rested. Any
way, he certainly must have been
pretty well played out, for l could see
his head sink until it rested on his
chest. He made me think of a condor
roosting. l did not sleep a wink all
night, but l guess he was snoOzing
most of the time; anyway when the
sun came up / could tell that he was
in a sound doze. l got my machine
ready as quietly as l could and then