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others. This time he was determined
not to trust to chance. The shock
may have brought back Florence
recent mental disorder, and she may
have wandered off without knowing
what she was doing. On the other
hand, she may have been carried OIL.
And against such a contingency he
must be fortified. Money The curse
of God was upon it; it was the trail
of the serpent spreading poison In It's
wake
BY and by the princess was able to
walk: and, supporting her, he led her
to the road, along which they walked
slowly for at least an hour. They
might very we'll have waited for the
relief train. But he could not stand
the thought of inactivity The prln-
cess had her choice of staying behind
or going with him. He hated the
woman. but he could not refuse her
aid. She had cut on the side of her
head and she limped besides.
They stopped at the first farmhouse,
explained what had happened, and the
mistress urged them to enter. she
had seen no one, and certainly not
young woman. She must have wan
dered off in another direction. she
ran into the kitchen for basin and
towel and proceeded 20 patch the
princess's hurts.
She was extremely uneasy. That
she should be under obligation to
Norton CALLED her. There was spark
of conscience left in her soul. She
had tried to destroy him, and he had
been kind to her Was he fool or
was he deep playing a game as
shrewd as her own? She could not
tell. Where was Vroon? Had he car
ried Florence off?
An hour later a man came in.
"Hullo. More folks from the
wreck?"
"Wheres the horse and buggy,
Jake?" his wife asked.
Rented it to man whose daugh-
ter was hurt. He went to the viii
lage.'
asked Norton.
The princess twisted her fingers.
The farmer rudely described Flor
ence.
Have you another horse and a
saddle?"
Whats your hurry?"
"I'll tell you later. What l want
now is the horse
what is to become of me?" asked
the princess
You will be in good hands," he
dilSN Sl DIiNDy' tiiIl boiho W NM
out what has become of Florence, Is
there a deserted farmhouse here
abouts?" he asked of the farmer.
Not that | recollect.'
"Why, yes, there is, Jake. There's
that old hut about two miles up the
fork volunteered the wife Where
the Swede died last winter
by lingo! I'm going into the viii
lage and see if that man brought in
the rig
"But get my horse first. MY name
is James Norton, and am on the
Star in New York. Which way do /
go?"
First turn to the left. Come on;
I'll get the horse for YOU"
Once the horse was saddled, Norton
set off at a run. He was unarmed,
he forgot all about this fact. His
one thought was to find the woman
he loved. He was not afraid of meet
ing a dozen men, not while his pres
ent fury lasted
And he fell into an ambush within
100 yards of his goal. They dragged
him off the horse and buffeted and
mishandled him into the hut.
Both of theml" said Vroon, rub
bling his hands.
81 know you, you Russian rat"
cried Norton And if / ever get out
of this I'll kill you out of hand!
Damn youl"
40, yes; talk, talk; but it never
hurts anyone" jeered Vroon. you'll
never have the chance to kill me out
of hand, as you say. Besides, do you
know my face?"
81 do. The mask doesn't matter.
You're the man who had me shane-
haied The voice is enough"
to know. That's your death warrant.
Wen do it like they used to do it at
the old academy; tie you to the rail-
! road track. We shall not hurt you at
all. If some engine runs over you
heaven is witness we did not guide
the engine. Remember the story of
the boy and the cat?" with sinister
amiability. 1.-THE boy said he wasn't
pulling the cats tail, he was only
holding it, the cat did the pulling.
Bring him along, men. Time is
! precious, and we have a good deal to
do before night settles down. Come
on with him. The track is only a
short distance"
Jim, JIM" cried Florence in
| anguish.
Never you mind, girl; they're only
bluffing. They won't dare"
"You think so" said Vroon. wait
and see." He turned upon Florence.
He is your lover. Do you wish him
! to dep
"No, moi"
| 1--WE promise to give him his free
/ dom twelve hours from now on condi-
| ton that you tell where that money
| is"
"Florence!' warned Norton.
Vroon struck him on the mouth.
BE silent, you seum!v
! 1T is IN the chest Jones. the butler
threw into the sound" she said