The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-05-02

OF wind and vanished In the twinkIing
of an eye over the buildings. Putnam,
dazzled by the unexpectedness and
swiftness of the others plunge, circled
about rapidly as he sought TO again
sight his vanished foe.
For perhaps a minute, a long min
ute, when men gazed silently into
each others eyes IN the stupefaction
Of those who have Just witnessed a
miracle, the flying one remained be-
yond their ken while Putnam, the
whistle Of his fan family audible in
the great hush, patTolled the sky i'm
patiently with his keen eyes. Then
far above them in another quarter and
at least five hundred feet higher than
the aviator, the winged one again ap-
peared and those below caught their
breath with a long, signing gasp in
the instructive realization that the
comedy was finished and the grim
tragedy about 10 be performed. So
suddenly had he reappeared and so
considerable was his height that Put
nam did not locate him until a great
shout of warning arose to his ears.
He looked down, saw the direction of
their pointed fingers and shot an up
ward glance in response. The Flying
Man was hanging directly over him
like the shadow of death, and with a
quick twist of his wheel he circled
aside and began to ascend as one
mounts a spiral staircase. Up and up,
the propeller screaming, the guy wires
hummtng, the light body of the ma
chine vibrating beneath the power of
the motor, up he went straight into
the zenith, while holding his distance
almost to a foot the lowering one
pumped himself ,skyward in steady
leaps. 4 mile-two miles-would they
never stop? Three milesi From the
ground the machine looked a toy, the
Flying Man with his thirty feet spread
Of wings, a bat lowering over it bat
foot above his pursuer. Uncanny
horror ran through the crane necked
watchers at the very thought of the
awful altitude to which the demonic
creature from an alien world was Iur-
ing his prey before destroying him,
while fifteen thousand feet up Putnam,
gray of face but steely Of eye and
steady of arm, coaxed his machine
still higher with every caress his deft
hands had learned to minister. Could
he get but one fair shot at this mock
ing devil all would be well yet and
the half million his alone, and even if
he could ram him and bring everything
and everybody down together in an
unrecognizable mass of wreckage and
humanity he would in his last moment
of life make himself immortal, win the
prize for his widow and rid the earth
of this hateful monster. Quit! He
would follow him to the heart of the
zenith first.
But he got no chance to shoot. His
antagonist had learned to fear those
fire belching. things with which this
man was armed and appeared to I'M
derstand perfectly that SO long as he
retained his present position Of above
and slightly behind the other he was
in a region OF comparative safety.
Keenly he watched the ascending ma
chine as it arose slowly and more
slowly in the rarefied air until another
thousand feet had been mounted, then
with the quickness OF thought he ex-
ecuted his plan. Dropping sheer until
he reached the level of the plane he
seized it with his powerful hands and
with one beat Of his pinions tilted it
perilOusly. Putnam, driven to the full
extent of his skill to keep from being
capsiZed had no opportunity to shoot,
and the Flying Man, with another
mighty heaye turned hiIa fairly wrong
side up as one turns a turtle on a
beach. Down went the plane as a
wounded bird falls, Putnam clinging
to the frame and striving with almost
superhuman energy to right it as they
FELL but it was a task beyond human
capability and when he had fallen a
mile be became bewildered, missed a
hold and ien Whirling. spinning.