Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1914-07-03

the wheel.
The gyroscope, humming busily I'M
derneath, would maintain the ma
chine perfectly steady, upon an even
bottom, 80 long as he chose to fly;
secure against all changes of wind.
he set the course of the machine due
south and turned to his companion.
Look at me Riggs" he Numbered
suddenly. bawling into his compan-
ions ear. You don't remember me,
do your
Riggs, still clutching his seat,
raised his head in sudden panic.
'Why-whyr-" he stammered.
TN cut short your soliloquy by
telling you my name" said Haynes.
Il am John Haynes OF the Nokomis
property. Oh, | see your memory is
improving!"
Riggs peered at him through the
darkness, his lips parted, at first in
credulous until the full force Of the
revelation struck home to him. Then,
overcome with horror, he clutched at
the bar, fell forward, and, hugging
this frail support as man ship
wrecked might grasp at a spar. he
bowed his head in agony and fear.
Too well he knew the relentless char
acter of the man with whom he had
to deal The terror of Haynes, which
had struck home to all after the first
OF the conspirators had met with his
| deserts, had not failed to include
Riggs in its all embracing panic. But
in the security of that Jersey town
he had believed himself safe from
pursuit and from detection.
why have you sought me out2"
He sobbed and whined like a whipped
child. Il had to hold my job. / had
no part in the planning of the con
spiracy. What are you going to do
with me?"
'I'll take those checks first" an
swered Haynes. Miss Matthews
and mine"
"And then you'll let ne go?" beg
ged Riggs. Though far superior to
the other in strength he appeared
nerveless as a bag of jelly as he COW
cred there. terrified by the swiftly
moving machine, Frustrated by this
unexpected encounter. Beneath him
cleaned the waters OF the sea over
which they we're now flying almost
cloud high, and only the lights OF
moving steamships told him that, far
below them, must be New York har-
Dor 1t was intensely cold.
Give them to me or I'll pitch you
out of the machine!" Haynes thun.
dered.
Butt can't let co." faltered the
other. Take them from my pocket.
book. 1t has Miss Matthew'S check
for the FIRST payment OF two thousand
inside"
Haynes took the Leather folder
from his companions breast pocket
and put back the heavy wallet, stuffed
out with bills so that, like It's owner
It seemed on the verge Of apoplexy
Where's my check?" he asked.
II mailed II to the bank this aft
ernoon," faltered the other.
mo matter. had It stopped" an
swered Haynes, smiling. And nov
let me tell You. Il ever you get bach
and show your face In Newark agar
Iii klll you Tor sure.
Then you aren't going to kill me
now" demanded Riggs, and the pass
ing Of his chief terror gave back t.
him something of his courage. It'll
mighty cold up here, Mr. Haynes" hi
said with an effort at jocularity
Suppose you turn her head TOWARD
Newark and let me get to bed. To
morrow I'll settle up my affairs and
quit; swear you won't see me agar
or Miss Matthews either"
My good Riggs" said Haynes sol
EMMY, you will be a good deal colder
before get through with you"
Where are you going to take me?
cried the other. Amt that the ba,
down there? For the Lords sake
let's get over the land somewhere
in case the gasoline gives out
1T won't give out" Haynes an
swered. This machine has doubl
supply. One part comes from thu
gasoline tank that feeds the motor
J the other from the one which sup
plies the gyroscope."
THE gyroscope!" gasped Riggs
} He knew how. by the invention o
this fiendish machine, Haynes hat
escaped the systematic search of hi
enemies and how. using it, he hat
: run them down and devoted them t,
terrible reprisal, THE gyroscope!
J he repeated in helpless horror. HI
} looked down again: he was not s.
nauseated now by the flight through
I the clouds. To him 1t seemed tina
the machine was standing still
Haynes read his thought and mad
haste to answer him.
} Yes. the gyroscope," he answered
placing a hooking emphasis upon tn
} words. How fast do you think W
are going?''
: Twenty miles an hour?" suggests
: Riggs.
> Three hundred and seventy-ffve.
: answered Haynes briskly. "Doesn
r seem credible. does it But the eyre
! scope cuts the air like screw an
2 draws a back draught; that's why yo
don't feel the breeze. which othel
: wise would blow us from our seats
D Now, I'll tell you where you are gC
g ing. Riggs. You are q land agen
e You're hungry for land. eapecia
d ly building lots. aren't you? You'v
q been in land all your life, lied 10
z It. thieved for it, and sent innt
d cent men to the penitentlary for 4
l am going TO give you all the Ian
, you will want for the remainder c