The Lamar register., 1915-04-28

me briskly on the shoulder and
CHEEKY voice spoke the words:
The very mani
recognized Revell. had not seen
him for years but | recalled him as
former partner OF my father.
Il am in on great new trend
he advised me THE balloon has had
its day-now comes the airship. Heard
of the big international meet at the
aero grounds here? Well, I've got the
latest in the biplane line and I'm an
entrant for the great $4,000 prize.
Your name, Bertram. is worth some
thing. for your father is not forgot
ten Come up to my hangar and I'll
open your eyes to fine business
proposition"
drifted into aviation with this
fascinating optimistic airman gradual
ly. could not resist his hopefulness
and eloquence.
Revell had a superb biplane, the
latest model in its line. Then there
was a small monoplane for practice
stunts. He Initiated me into its pos
sibilities. In q week | was fair
birdman
doubted our ability to compete
successfully with experts from all
over the world. and, indeed, In the
end all we won was fifth place and
twenty per cent interest In a $4,000
minor prize pool However at dusk
one evening that happened which led
10 my abandonment of the perilous
field of aviation
Revell had arranged for night
flight, he In the big machine and my
self with the little monoplane.
had got into the piloi seat AMI started
up, expecting him from the hangar
at once Just as the tail Of my ma
chine left the ground a man. strang'
er dashed up to the spot He was
in a frantic state Of excitement.
He ended sharp run in a daring
spring that carried him clear over the
wings and into the pit Just back OF
the pilot post The delicate mocha
nism OF the monoplane shiyered at the
unusual shock. was about to shut
on the control when he leaned to-
wards me, pressed the cold muzzle
OF a revolver to my temple and Kissed
out:
Keep on going or ! will kill youl"
| was conscious OF shouts below. a
blurred sense OF Revell rushing out
OF the hangar. OF uniformed men
rushing to the spot. Then, fairly
alarmed, let the monoplane shoot up
into space.
Then there happened a series OF
starts and thrills. A steady level at
tanned. my grim passenger never low
cred his weapon He ordered me to
proceed due north. Less than hye
miles accomplished, he let out a wild
yell OF dismay and rage
Suddenly a great white glare shot
up down, narrowed in a steady circle
to n direct focus. and as in a spot
light picture we were nailed by the
powerful headlight OF the big biplane.
the loyal. intelligent Revell at the
pilot post in hot pursuit.
Drop dropl" painted my passenger.
They're after me. Drop. l tell you'll"
In that forest OF trees?" objected.
glancing below. ''Impossiblel"
Get lower, or | will shoot" yelled
my companion. and | volplaned till
we were skidding twenty feet above
the thick grove OF trees.
My blood ran cold as the man
jumped. saw his outspread form
strike the top OF towering titan OF
the forest. He crashed through the
branches. The headlight followed his
downward plunge. Then 1t focused
the monoplane. At a clearing | de-
scended The big biplane landed be-
side me.
"Hurt?" inquired Revell. spring
ing out OF his machine. No? Good!
Hurry. we must find that man-it's
important"
We came across him under the tree,
crushed. mutilated, stone dead. AS
we carried him to the biplane long
metal box fell out of his inner coat
pocket. We placed him in the big
machine and were soon back at the
exhibition grounds. Half a dozen
policemen and an excited busting old
man who looked like a millionaire ex.
citedly awaited us.
He was what he suggested, it
seemed, and the dead fugitive had
robbed him OF papers of inestimable
value to him. AS | handed him the
metal box he cried out with vivid de-
light He glanced eagerly over the
papers II contained.
faf he lie