The Cairo bulletin., 1913-09-03

only limited percentage. Thank God.
most of our mea are standing by. |
think all our rolling stock is moving"
Lyons nodded twice.
And your" he asked the third OF
the party, a stout young man OF thirty
eight or so.
How many stations are on the job.
Simmops?" asked this man.
All but two. sir" replied the opera
Tor. - aad p don't answer. / guess
they beat It,"
How DO they report the bell, "a
men?" it'
on the job" i.9lied the wirele,.
man.
The stout youns nan turned {,
-yoaA
We'll, sir" said he. Il don't know
whether We or the hand OF death wil
be called on 10 quie, them 10 paused
for an instant with ap!ifted hand, the
roar and crash and wail of the city
wide riot surged into the gap of his
silence-"but If il is We" he went on,
our little arrangements are made. My
men know what TO do. and my men are
on the job" he concluded proudly.
Lyons nodded again.
1--WE have all done our best" said
he. Now. gentlemen. do not see
Nv We can possibly accomplish any
thing more by remaining here. My au-
tomobile is in concealment in the old
stable in the rear OF 1877. My yacht
Is standing OFF the Battery awaiting
signal 10 come in. We have" he
glanced at his watch, over an hour
before the threatened catastrophe"
He looked up expectantly. The men
all glanced uneasily at one another
except Simmons. who stared at his bat
teries stolidly.
/ Come. gentlemen" urged Lyons
after a moment. There is really not
much time to lose, for you know the
yacht must steam beyond the danger
zone"
Beat It," spoke up Simmons, at last
There amt any good OF you here. II
anything comes in. | can handle It.
It's just case of send out orders to
your bulletin men,"
81 think I'd better stay" observed
Paige. the stout young man. with an
air OF apology. II know I'm not much
use; but I've placed men, and they'll
stick; and IL this freeze-out proposition
goes through-why. they're In, It,
and"
That's how I feel" broke In Per.
kins. But you have done your fun
duty. Mr.. Lyons. and you have no rea
son TO stay. Let me get your car
around to you"
"Oh, I'm going to stay" said Lyons
IF you gentlemen feel 1t your duty
how much more is it mine! Professor
Eldridge" -The bowed to the seieatist-
*you have done Your best, which" 10
more than any other mortal man could
have done. ! am sure; and you, sir"
he said to Hallowell.
+ EIdridge and Halioweil sheoR their
heads
Il have failed" said Eldridge.
Il am reporter" said Hallowell
I'VE are In the hands of God" an
nounced Lyons with great solemnity.
and FOLDED his hands over his white
waistcoat.
At that moment the door slowly
swung open and Percy Darrow en-
tered, He was smoking cigarette,
his hands were thrust deep In his trou-
sers pockets; he was hatless, and his
usually smooth hair was rumpled A
tiny wound showed just above the
middle of his forehead, from which q
thin stream of blood had run down to
his eyebrows. He surveyed the room
with humorous twinkle shining be-
hind his long lashes.
well, well, well, Welt" he remarked
In cheerful tone of voice. This is a
nice, Jolly. Quaker meetingi Why
don't you get out and make a noise
and celebrate, like your friends out
side?"
Thought you'1 ducked." remarked
Hallowell. The others said nothing
but looked grave disapproyal.
barrow laughed.
mo, had to come back to see how
9idridge is getting on" He cast
lance at the scientist "How goes /.
Did socks?" he inquired