Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-10-10

But there was one thing that neither
the Doctor nor Vikings had thought Of
and that was the one thing Jimmy did.
At the first sound of his name he had
jumped back, his eyes staring Then, as
he recognized Vikings, all right" he
cried-"h' all right! But I'll never be took
alive!' And, with whimpering leap, he
threw himself at Willings' throat. From
the very impact, Vikings was overhaul
anced; and getting his foot behind him,
the little Cockney threw him headlong
into the snow-piled gutter.
From the big limousine ahead there
leaped large and bear-skinned chauffeur.
"Hi, what's the excitement" And inn
mediately Jimmy flung himself at him.
"An' you too, then, by Cord, you tool
"Cripes, what you at?' The man fell
hastily back into the Sorrento doorway.
Seeing him do it,-even as if he planned
it so,-the little butler jumped to the
empty driving-seat of that big limousine,
threw the power on, and was away. No
time to call for help. Vikings, once more
on his feet, could only pitch himself to the
wheel of the rlnabout, and launch it in the
big cars wake.
REHIND him there dwindled the shouts
of the bear-skinned chauffeur. In
Vikings face was a whirl Of snow that
was fast becoming blizzard. But, ahead,
the big car had now whipped south into
the Avenue. How to stop it? That was
the only question. He knew already he
was gaining. The runabout had the
speed. But would mere speed be enough?
The big limousine turned and again
speeded eastward into the dark and
tunnel-like narrowness of a side street
Then Vikings suddenly remembering
dropped his hand into his side pocket, into
which the Doctor had slipped little blue
steel automatic. At the same moment he
felt soft weight press his shoulder. 1t
was D. Hope drawing herself perilously
over, and letting herself down into the
seat beside him. And as if her mind had
been part Of his, "Shoot at his rear tires, !"
she said-"as soon as there's light enough
again And let me drive!"'
The limousine passed under the ele-
waited, skidded from glacier Of ice and
snow, shot south for block, and turned
riverward again in another empty, storm
swept side street. But it was at least
lighter. The little car closed up through
the flying spindrift. D. Hopes hands
came down upon the wheel, and unyield-
ingly took charge of it. And, with queer
feeling of being in the movies, Vikings
brought his gun into play and began to
shoot.
From a group seen blurrily in door,
way as they flicked by, there came yell.
But he shot again.
This time, too, the driver of the big
limousine heard him. And under the next
electric he turned back face of sick-white
desperation. Moreover, it was evident he
was in part of the town he didn't know
For, following his present course, he must
soon run into cul-de-sac and trap himself
between the river and the new market
Again Vikings fired. And another yell
from lone pedestrian, head down against
the gale. But they were block nearer
the dock-front. If, now their man did
not turn south again
He did not Even after he had seen
the trap before him, he still kept crafty
on. Along the whole water-side no soul
seemed to be moving save themselves
The runabout closed up once more, drew