The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-10-22
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 back streets of his capital hurried the king, and at an appointed corner shabby atomi automobile waited for the three. It was a hackney carriage of the lowest grade, with dinted metal panels and dedated cushions. The driver was one of the ordinary drivers of the capital, but beside him sat the young secretary Of Pestovitch, who knew the way to the farm where the bombs were hidden.
 The automobile made it's way through the narrow streets of the old town which were still lit and uneasy-for the fleet of airships overhead had kept the, cafes open and people abroad over the great new bridge, and so by struggling outskirts to the country And all through his capital the king who hoped to outdo Caesar, sat back and was very still, and no one spoke And as they got out into the dark country they became aware of the searchlights wandering over the couns tryside like the uneasy ghosts Of giants The king sat forward and looked at these fitting whitenesses, and every now and then peered up to see the flying ships overhead.
 ''I don't like them,'' said the king.
 Presently one of these patches of moonlight came to rest about them and seemed to be following their au- tomobile. The king drew back.
 "The things are confoundedly noise Iess,'' said the king. Its like being stalked by lean white cats"
 He peered again. That fellow is watching us,'' he said.
 And then suddenly he gave way to panic. "Pestovitch,'' he said, clutch ing his minister's arm, they are watch ing us. I'm not going through with this. They are watching us. I'm go- ing back
 Pestoyitch remonstrated. eTen him to go back,'' said the king, and tried to open the window. For a few mo- ments there was a grim struggle in the automobile: a gripping of wrists and a blow. q can't go through with it," repeated the king. 'I can't go through with it.''
 S But they'll hang us,H said Pesto- vitch-
 Mot if we were to give up nows not if we were to surrender the bombs It Is you who brought me into this"
 At last Pestoviteh compromised. There was an inn perhaps half a mile from the farm. They could alight there and the king could get brandy and rest his nerves for a time, and if he still thought it to go back he could go back. t.See,'' said Pestovitch, ''the light has gone again.
 The king peered up. T believe he's following US without light 7 said the king.
 In the little old dirty inn the king e.. going back and throwing himself on the mercy of the council. ''If there Is a council,' said Pestovitch, s'by this time your bombs may have settled it. y EtBut if. so these internal aeroplanes would go.'
 .HThey may not know yet.''
 But, Pestovttch, why couldn't you do all this without me?"
 Pestovitch maJesno answer for mo ment. ''I was for leaving the bombs in their place he said at last and went to the window. About their convey ance shone a circle of bright light. Pestovitch had 8 brilliant idea q will send my secretary out to make kind of dispute with the driver, something that will make them watch up above there. Meanwhile you and and Pc
  by the hedges to the farm It was worthy of his subtle reputa- ton, and it answered passing we'll
 In ten minutes they were tuInbling over the wall of the farnyard, wet, muddy and breathless, but unobseryed. But as they ran toward the barns the king gave vent to something between a groan and a curse, and all about them shone the light-and passed
 But had it passed at once or fingered for just a second?
 .gThey didn't see us,'' said Peter.
 1T don't think they saw us,'' said the king, and stared as the light went sweeping up the mountain side, hung for a second about a hayrick and then came pouring back.
 Unto the barnr' cried the king.
 He bruised his shin against some thing. and then all three men were in- side the huge steel girdered barn in which stood the two motor hay iorrfes that were to take the bombs away. Kurt and Abel, the two brothers of Peter, had brought the 1orries thitheI in daylight They had the upper half of the loads of hay thrown off, ready to cover the bombs, as soon as the king should show the hiding place There's a sort Of pit here,'' said the king Don't light another lantern This key of mine releases a ring
 For a time scarcely word was spo- ken in the darkness of the barn. There was the sound of a slab being lifted and then of feet descending the lad der into a pit Then whispering an6 then heavy breathing as Kurt came struggling up with the first of the hid hS