Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1913-07-25

cranked, which required some Sec
onds, but presently they were on
Hand and the sheriff, in hot pursuit
after Straker's car.
Chamberlain and Aleck, triumphant
ly leading the horse, came back IN
time to see the settling cloud OF dust
MIR. Chamberiain-Mr. Van Camp"
cried Agatha. They've gone! They've
gone! They've got away"
Who's got away!' demanded Cham
berlain.
"All Of them!" groaned Agatha, as
she sank down on the piazza steps.
"Jimminy Christmas!" calculated
Mr.. Straker. This beats any ten
tw~enty-thirty I ever saw. Regular
Dick Deadwood game! And he's run
on with my. new racer!"
What" yelled Chamberlain. did
that bloomin' sheriff let that bloomin'
rascal get away?"
He isn't anybody I'd car to keep!'
chuckled Straker. But you know the
new racers worth something"
did Chatelard 60 of In that ma
chine" again inquired Chamberlain
slowly and distinctly Of the two wom-
en-.
Precisely" said Melanie, while Aga
tha's bowed head nodded.
by Jove, that sheriff's a duffer!
Here, Van, give me the horse" And
with the words Chamberlain grabbed
Little Simon's best roadster, mounted
him bareback, and turned his head up
the road.
I'll catch him yeti" he yelled back.
But he didn't. Three miles farther
along he came upon the wreck. The
racer was lying on its side in a ditch
which recent rains had converted in.
to a substantial volume Of mire and
mud. The white machine was drawn
costly up under a spreading hemlock
farther on, but Mr.. Hand and the sher
If were nowhere in sight.
As Chamberlain stopped to gaze or
the overturned car, he heard the
crashing of %underbrush In the woods
near by. The steps came nearer. II
was evident the chase was up: they
were of the scent and obliged to re
turn.
"Humph!" grunted Chamberlain, and
for ono the clear springs Of his dis
position we're made turbid with satire
Were all a pack of bloomin' asses
that's what we arr. What in hell'i
the matter with u.s."
While he was tying the horse to
tree, Hand appeared, silent, with al
unfathomable disgust written on hi
countenance. AS usual, he who WA
the least to blame came in for tn,
hottest of the censure; and yet, Their
was q sort Of fellowship indicated b,
Chamberlain's extraordinary arraign
ment Of them both. He was scarcel.
known aver to have been profane, blu
at this moment he searched for wicke'
words and interpreted his speech witt
them recklessly, IL not with skill. l
Is the duty of the historian to expuI
gate.
II don't know just how you happel
to be in this game" pronounced Cham
berlain holly, but all I've got to 90,
Ia you're an assam Internal ass"
Hand, rolling up his sleeves. remain
ed silent.
II suppose II you'd had a perfect
good million-dollar bank note, you
have let 1t blow away-pif! right on
of your Lands!" he fumed. "Or tn
title deed Of Mount Olympus-or
ticket to a front seat In the New Jerl
salem. That's all 1t amounts to. Cate
an eel, only to let him slip throug
your ingers-eh, you!"
Mr.. Hand made no answer. Insteat
he waded into the d~itch-stream an
; placed a shoulder under the racin
car. Chamberlain's instinct for dom
! his share of work caused him to 70
up his trousers and wade in, shoulde
to shoulder with Hand, even while b
was lecturing on the feebleness {
;, mans wits.
Good horse running loose into bar
wire fences had to be caught, but
4 didn't need a squadron Of men and
forty-acre lot to do 1t In. Might hay
known he'd give US the slip II /
could-biggest rascal in Europe!" An
g so on. Chamberlain, usually rather
t silent man. blew himself empty Il
once, conscious al the time that b
n himself, was quite as much to blan
o as Hand could possibly have bee
L And Hand knew that he knew. b
Q kept his counsel. Hand ought to |
prime minister by this time.
Q When the racing a was righted, I
3 went swiftly and skilfully to work
d vestigating the damage and puttir
the machine in order. as far as posi-
Il BILE. Chamberlain presently BEGAN
impressed with his mechanical dexte
. ity.
by Jove. you see into he
Il can't you'll" Hand continued siier
and left 1t to his companion to put I
the finishing verbal touches.
It "Tow her home and Ill her up Al
B. she'll be all right. eh?" said Chambt
c lsfr. trt Hend kert on tnksrins. II