Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1913-07-18
CHAPTER VIIl-(Continued)

Don see or near TOO much, and
don't tell me II you do" advised Stan
ton suddenly, and leaned forward.
The Mercury uttered a vibrant roar
chat cleared the Parkway for a quarter
Of a mile ahead, and leaped.
Floyd kept his eyes upon the road in
front, carefully avoiding view of the
hubbub left in their wake. He had a
dieting glimpse of one scandalized Off
Ger struggling with his rearing horse,
as they Numbered past, and he enter
tanned no doubt of the number in their
rear
She steers little stiff" Stanton OBJ
served, twisting between a limousine
and two carriages. But we can fix
that at the track. What?"
Two motorcycle policemen are just
behind" communicated Floyd, devour-
ed by silent mirth. Had enough"
Il haven't seen them yet. can't let
out the machine here, of course, but
was that a dog?"
Poodle"
But it seems all right"
Around a curve ahead darted a blue
uniformed figure on a motorcycle, one
arm raised. Stanton Instantly checked
his car. Floyd throwing out his hand
In warning to those behind. There was
a mad series of explosions from the
abruptly halted motorcycles in pursuit.
You're under arrest" shouted
three voices at once, as the Mercury
slid to a standstill.
rs it possible?" inquired the driver,
removing his goggles.
Two more motorcycle officers were
coming up, three mounted on horses
were arriving from side-paths. Sur
rounded by the outraged eight and all
the population in the neighborhood,
the Mercury stood Quiescent
"WiE you follow to the police sta
tion, or will we have to take you?'
came the crisp question. We've got
your number"
"I'll follow wherever you like" en-
gagged Stanton. Lead the way"
They started, preceded by one officer
and followed by another. also by q
shabby young man on bicycle. Into
the station they went, accompanied by
their three attendants.
The charge was three fold: exceed
ing the speed limit by some fifty miles
an hour, resisting arrest, and violating
the smoke ordinance. That set forth
the usual interrogatory was put, Stan
ton replying with concise brevity
Name and age?"
Ralph Stanton, twenty-siX."
Occupation"
Automobile driver"
Name of carr"
Mercury"
Owner"
The Mercury Company"
The shabby young man interrupted
proceedings by stified gasp, grasping
the sleeve of Floyd, who stood looking
on.
"Thot's Stanton! Stanton? And you
who are you?"
''JeS Floyd, his mechanician," was
the wondering response.
Stanton glanced that way, as Floyd
was drawn to the other side Of the
room by his excited captor, but turned
udCh 10 answer Tue OF the
examination. When the ceremony was
ended. he signaled to his mechani-
clan.
Come; I've got to go before the
magistrate and give ball." he
summoned impatiently.
Floyd came across to him, shining,
eyed and eager.
stanton, that is a reporter; he
wants us to tell him about your doing
this He needs fresh story to make
good with his paper-can't We give it
TO him?"
Stanton surveyed his companion,
eyebrows lifted.
why should We? The newspapers
will get 1t, whatever We do. Come
But he needs 1t; ii would help
him." Floyd urged. He, he's thin and
frayed out-Stanton. he looks hung
DO you want TO help him7" the
driver queried. astonished. DO you
care about man you do not know
and never see again."
Don't you?" asked Floyd simply.