Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

TO-DAY s INSTALLMENT.
From where Gordon stood the wild
windstorm seemed to be rushing di-
rectly toward him with twice the
speed of the fastest express train,
cutting a path five hundred feet wide.
Even as he looked the tornado, with
a rush and a roar, swept up between
the mansion and the huge granite
rock in the valley. Gordon dashed
for the brook to seek some sheltering
bank, but ere he could reach it the
cyclone was upon him, or at least
the edge Of It, and he was picked up
as though he was chip of wood,
carried forty feet in the air and hurl-
ed to the opposite side Of the brook,
where he lay stunned.
When Gordon came to his senses
he found himself surrounded by four
rough looking men, dressed in the
garb Of the mountaineer. They as
sisted him to his feet and he worked
his arms, legs and body to ascertain
If there were any bones broken.
Finding himself apparently sound, he
smiled.
Il never rode on the wings of a cy-
clone before" he said, and I don't
believe 1 ever want to try it again"
None Of the men he addressed made
direct reply to this cheerful remark.
They stood close to him and eyed him
critically. Finally one Of them.
black bearded man, said:
81 reckon you're Gordon Kelly"
Il am" replied Gordon, surprised
that the stranger should know that
name
Gordon a Prisoner.
AS il this answer were a signal for
attack, the four men closed in on
1im. One of them had a rope and he
attempted to pinion Gordon's arms.
Though taken completely by surprise
Gordon put up a desperate struggle,
but was quickly overpowered by the
four men, all of whom seemed pos
sessed Of uncommon strength. His
arms were tied behind his back and
he was commanded to walk forward.
What's the meaning of this?" de-
manded the prisoner.
The man with the black beard an
swered.
Il reckon nothln' amt goin to harm
yer, If yer obey orders If yer don't
Wen make yer. Come along"
But Gordon refused to move. He
said in calm voice.
Just tell me what this all about,
will you, please? You've made a mis-
take. I have done nothing to you.
You've got the wrong man"
you amt done nothin' to us. but
you're the man we want Come along.
now" The black bearded man drew
a six-shooter from his pocket and
grasped the weapon by the barrel "a
don't want to hit yer with this we're
pistol, but I reckon I'll have to unless
yer do what I tell yer"
Gordon saw that all four men were
armed, though the black bearded man
was the only one to make a display
Resistance was useless and might
bring him needless injury, so without
luIIOeI words ne walked aledQ IN the
direction indicated feeling that in a
short time the whole thing would be
explained and he would be allowed tc
go free. His captors followed the
| brook for nearly a mile and then
turned off toward the northwest. They
crossed the path Of the cyclone, which
mad long since passed in its fury
leaving destruction in it's wake, and
continued on through thick forests
and over rough and wild mountain
country. Gordon tried to secure some
Information from the men. but they
did not reply to his questions.
A Long Walk.
Finally, after walking Northwestern
ly for about three miles Gordon judg-
ed. they came to Pew Greek, the
stream that flowed past the settle
ment bearing the same name nearly
| fourteen miles to the south of where
they were The prisoner knew the
| country well, especially the land bOr-
| dering the creek. He knew not where
his Captors were taking him, but al
least he was familiar with the ground
The bearded man, leading the way
he seemed to be the leader of the
| four-followed the creek for another
mile until he struck the main road
| Before reaching the road, however
! the party stopped, while one of the
men went ahead as a scout, evident
ly to make sure the road was clear
| He waved a signal to advance AND
the others did so, crossing a bridge