Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1915-04-17

along it
The minutes passed as the police
man and ! watched our prisoner in the
cellar by the tube. | looked anxiously
at my watch.
4 "Craig!" | shouted at last, unable
to control my fears for him.
No answer
BY this time Craig had come to a
small, open chamber, into which the
viaduct widened On the wall he found
another series Of iron rungs, up which
he climbed The gas was terrible.
AS he neared the top of the ladder
he came to a shelf-like aperture in the
sewer chamber. and gazed about. 1t
was horribly dark. He reached out
and felt a piece of cloth. Anxiously he
pulled on IT, Then he reached further
into the darkness.
There was Elaine, unconscious, ap-
parently dead
In desperation Craig carried her
down the ladder.
helplsssly around
BY George, I'm going down after
him." 7 cried in desperation.
Don't DO it," advised the police
man. You'll never get out
One Whit of the horrible gas told me
that he was right.
Listen" said the policeman
There was. indeed, 4 faint noise from
the black depths below Us. a rope
alongside the rough ladder bean to
move. as though some one was p.llinS
It taut. He gazed down.
Craig! Craig!' called. rs that
you?"
No answer. tut the rCro sti'l
moved Perha-S the helmet made IL
impossible fer him 70 hear.
lie I'D struggled back in the swirl
ing current almost evhausted by his
helpless burden. Holding Elaine's
head above the surface &C the water
and pulling on the rcIc TO attract my
attention, he could ncithcr ho1r ror
shout Re had taken a turn of the rope
about Elaine. I tried pulling or it.
There was something heavy on the
1
At last / could make cut Kennedy
dimly mounting the ladder. The
weight was the unconscious body of
Elaine which he stea6ied as he mount
ed the ladder. tugged harder and he
slowly came up.
Together. at last. the policeman and
I reached down and pulled them out.
We placed Elaine on the cellar floor,
as comfortably as was possible. and
the policeman began his first aid mo-
lions for resuscitation.
"No-no!" cried Kennedy. Not
here-take her up where the air is
fresher"
With his revolver still drawn to
overawe the prisoner, the policeman
forced him to aid US in carrying her
up the rickety flight of cellar steps.
Kennedy followed quickly, unscrewing
l the oxygen helmet as he went.
In the deserted living room we de-
posted our senseless burden, while
! Kennedy, the helmet off now, bent
| over her.
"Quick--quick," he cried to the Off
Ger. "An ambulance"
But the prisoner" the policeman
indicated
''Hurry-hurry; I'll take care of
him." urged Craig. selling the police
mans pistol and thrusting it into his
pocket. Walter, help me-"
He was trying the ordinary methods
of resuscitation. Meanwhile the Off
Ger had hurried out. seeking the near
est telephone, while we worked madly
to bring Elaine back.
Again and again Kennedy bent and
outstretched her arms, trying to in
duce respiration again. So busy was
that fer the moment l forgot our
prisoner.
But Dan had seen his chance.
Noiselessly he picked up the old chair
In the room and with it raised was ap-
preaching Kennedy to knock him out
Before | knew 1t myself Kennedy
had heard him. With a half instinc-
tive motion he drew the revolver from
his pocket and, almost before ! could
see 1t, had shot the man. Without a
word he returned the gun to his peck
ct and again bent over Elaine. without
so much as look at the crook, who
sank to the floor. dropping the chair
from his nerveless hands.
Already the policeman had got an
ambulance. which was now tearing
along to US.
Frantically Kennedy was working.
A moment he paused and looked at
me-hopeless.
Just then. outside. we could hess
the ambulance. and a doctor and two