Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-05-06

see i she answers. Tell her who you
are"
They crept forward to the first
door. "Miss McRae," Gafford called
before 1t. "Miss McRae, this is CAT
ford. Are you there? Answer II
you are"
There was no reply.
They found second, door by the
sense of touch.
"Miss McRae = ShielaW called
Gafford again. "This is Ned Gafford.
A football answered. Gafford
heard the sound Of suppressed
breathing beyond the panels.
"Shiela!" he plead.
The fastenings Of the door ratified
family. He felt it yield. Leaning
forward, he thrust his hands
through the widening aperture and
his fingers touched soft, silk-clad
flesh.
"shiela," he whispered again, "is
dyes" she said softly. "Ned, how
did you get here? What does it
mean? What happened?"
"I have followed you-come to
take you home. We exploded bomb
over the prison, and the prisoners
have arisen. 1t is our chance to get
away" he explained in hasty whis-
pers. "Come"
Zone minute, Ned. Let go my
arm," said Shiela, and Gafford mar
veled at the calmness of her man.
ner. She left his side and seemed
to run back into the room. He saw
her figure between him and the light
err patch Of window. Then she dis
appeared, and he fancied he heard
her fumbling about in corner Of
the room.
What is the matter?" growled
Karloff. "Time is precious. Why
doesn't she come ?"
The whirring chatter Of machine
gun broke in upon them. Both men
started. In their minds they pic
tured what 1t would mean trained
upon the unarmed mob Of convicts.
"Hurry, Shiela" begged Gafford,
and heard her coming toward him in
swish of draperies. A moment
later she was at his side.
81 am ready now," she told him.
"Go on"
The rapid-fre stu chattered. The
roaring of the mob was turning to
as the three left the room and turned
back along the hall the front door
burst open and figure leaped in,
seen dimly as silhouette against
the outer glare which still came
from the furnaces of the plant.
"Shielaw cried a voice that sent
GafTord's heart into his mouth in
recognition. "Sh.ela, where are you?
Are you safe? It's all right now.
It's almost over"
Gafford in that instant drew out
his revolver and fired at the sound
of the voice. Karloff swore harshly
in Russian.
"Give me the GIRL" he growled
roughly, "and stand him off! Meet
me at the machine"
AS be fired for the second time
Gafford heard him run back along
the hall.
No sound had come from the man
who had entered. Gafford strained
his eyes to see what he might be
about. The front door was closed
again and the hallway was utterly
dark.
The footballs of Karloff and Shiela
had died out and told him that they
were outside the house. He stood
painting deeply and straining his
ears. For any sound he heard he
might have stood alone.
Suddenly as he waited, the front
door was again wrenched open. For
one moment he saw the man, and
then he had leaped through and was
gone.
Carrying the revolver in his hand,
Gafford turned -ni raced down the
hall and out at the hack. In the
ruby glow from tie great plant the
scene lay in sort Of Gerry twilight.
The chatter of the quick-fire lad
died away into an uneasy silence.
There was nothing Of the recent con-
flict remaining save the groans Of
the wounded and an occasional rifle
shot from some guard From the
front of the house he could hear
voice crying an order In Japanese.
He looked about for Karlof and
Shiela and saw them just entering
the alley between the two nearest
buildings of the works. Instantly he
set off in pursuit.
A pistol cracked at his back. A
to halt. Without checking his speed
hC IuiHcd Hio Icitl, tlleW DS ilb
arm, and fired as he ran. .-gain
and again his pursuers' shots sound-
ed.
Gafford glanced ahead once more
as the bullets sang past. He could
see the giant figure Of Karloff dim
ly, and it seemed that he had picked
up the girl in his arms and was car
rying her. A fear that she might
have been struck by flying shot
possessed him. He darted aside to-
ward the angle Of building and
crouched down.
His pursuers, four in number,
were not far behind. Aiming as care
fully as he might in the half light,
he fired. One of the men paused,
staggered, and fell. Gafford chanced
another shot, sprang up, and raced
ON.
AS he ran he managed to reload
the weapon, and after bit he halted
and discharged all five chambers as
ouicltlv as he could finger the trip-