The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-09


We'll. Babe, you sliced me, all right"
harbof1ge busy with the purSuers of
the little runaway bride. Henri and
Marie were swishing swiftly: Ned and
Robbie and iris were leaving the dock
in Boobies speedy little cruiser; Homo.
ria Blye and the Well known and lust.
~ famous private detective, Bill Wolf.
were putting out into the river in the
Eagle Eye Detective agency's steam
yawl. its stovepipe stack rolling black
smoke and cinderS and hot sparks
back over the already blackening pas
sengerS; Gilbert Blye and the heavy
lidded Edwards were just leaving the
Hilarity in the keen little racer: Gun
ninGham had been slow and below
decks when they put off, but he fol
low now in the cutter The racer and
the cutter Spceded straight for the
point around which June had diSap-
peared. Tommy Thomas waved scarf
after them and shouted absurd in
structions to them. but Mrs Willard
stood quietly by the rail. her eyes fixed
somberly on that distant point.
Slowly June raised from her crouch.
ing position. The cling Of the small
boat which she lad sighted seemed TO
be fainter rather than more distinct
1t was fading into the distance when
she looked. and from its red stern she
knew that II was not one Of the Hilar-
itys boats. Once more she breathed
sigh Of relief. but even as she did so
she heard a familiar Sound-the siren
whistle of the Hilarity's cutter! And
it was near.
Frantically now she scanned the
shore There was another inlet just
ahead of her. and in desperation she
Steered into it. 1t was n narrow but
distinct channel. winding about amid
tangle of shrubbery and marsh grass
and stunted trees, with here and there
Il larger tree rising from a mound of
solid earth. There were high banks
presently and then tiny island, in the
center of which WAS decrepit hut
June was about to step ashore when
she heard the low puTring of a motor
The cutter! From the sudden shut-in.
ness of the sound it had entered the
inlet. In terror June jumped back into
the boat. The hut seemed deserted
There was no smoke rising from the
chimney and no one to protect her if
she were found there alone She was
away in a fash. circling the island
From the other side she saw that the
channel led away into the marshes,
probably to another inlet and she had
started to dart down this lonely water.
way when suddenly she spied rope
trailing out into the water from under
some bushes matted with marsh weeds
The whir of the motor was rapidly adj
vancing. She could scarcely hope to
escape unseen. Her wits sharpened
by her peril. she steered with swift de-
ciSiOn toward the overhanging bushes.
They parted as her prov ran into
them, and. bending low, she found her.
self shot into entire concealment. The
whir of the approaching motor grew
loud Quick as Il flash June reached
for the telltale rope which had be-
trayed this hiding place and drew it
under cover Of the matted bushes.
Louder and louder grew the whir 1t
was just upon her With her heart
beating so that her ears were full of
the sound of it. June peered out through
her leafy screen. Grin Cunningham!
He circled the island in his swift little
cutter. his keen eyes searching every.
where He passed within ten feet Of
her She held her breath lest he might
hear 1t. and once MS his eyes turned
full In her direction and she thought he
had certainly detected her hiding place
she almost screamed.
He pissed on. however. and, running
his light little boat ashore, stepped out
and went up to the hut. the only pos
sible place OF concealment on the is.
land June had swift debate with
herself. Should she leave her conceal.
ment and. running her motor at its
quietest speed, slip away down that
other channel while Cunningham was
in the hut? That debate was settled in
an i~stant, for up the other channel
slipped the swift little speed boat car.
rying Edwards and Gilbert Blyei