The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1915-04-08
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The Great Photo-Play Serial of Love, Myster
By George Randolph Chester

/ just In time TO see June jump from
the roof and dart for her boat. II
was the woman who caught her.
"Let me go.' implored June. Il
won't tell"
Those last three words would seal
her fate In the mind of any murder
Gus thief. Big Ben had caught her
roughly by the arm, and now he
looked inquiringly at the others.
Drown her." advised Lean Jake,
who was more full OF fear than q
thief should be. She knows too
much"
All three OF them looked At the
4 water. IL spread far into the
marshes. and 1t held its secrets well
and long. without word Big Ben
swung June up In his arms and
started with her to the waters
edge, while she uttered shrek upon
shrek.
A shot and then another answe,
ed June's piercing shrieks. and down
the channel from the i1let swiftly
sped the little cutter. with Grin
Cunningham at the wheel. revolver
In hand.
Hands up" yelled strong voice
and another shot startled the air of
the marshes. Gilbert Blye. He
stood up In his racer, and over the
wheel bent heavy Edwards. his
eyes narrowed and his thick lips
firmly set.
Big Ben had dropped June at the
first shot and had reached for his
revolver. Lean Jake had dropped
fiat on the ground behind a bowlder.
but before Big Ben could return the
fire OF the oncominB boats from the
iIilarity he was confused by a shot
from another quarter and through
the reeds OF the marsh there push
ed narrow steel gray motorboat.
In which stood tall man with a
soft hat and a loosely .knotted era.
vat.
a stranger. And be was nearer
to The helpless June that her pur.
srers from the Hilarity. She ran
toward him like a deer. and as his
driver drew close inshore June
sprang into the boat.
Hurry" she cred Please
hurry
The man. evidently IN artist. from
the canvases and folding easel in his
I boat, followed her terrified glance as
she glanced back. her terror divid
ed between the murderers on the
island and the men In the boats
, The artist lowered Juno to a seat
beside him. end. with a word 10 the
driver, they dared away toward the
channel. A shot whizzed over their
heads IS they started, and saot after
sho; resounded from the upper
channel
The man with the white mustache
paid no attention to Big Ben as he
steerei his swift little cutter around
the island and struck into the low.
er channel after the artist and the
beautiful young girl who had escap.
cd from the attic. Nor did the man
with the black vandykc waste any
time upon the Gstonished thieves as
his boat. too. whirled around the
curve. Lean Jake raised up from
behind his bowlder as the boat shot
by, and the three-babe, Big Ben
and Jake--looked at each other In
bewildermcnt. Another boat came
swishing down past the island. II
was driven by a blazing-eyed little
chauffeur with tiny mustache. and
he was shouting at the top OF his
voice. Behind him sat stiffiy a wo.
man with high cheek bones and A
wilderness OF gums, and she. too.
was shouting:
VOLTA VOLTA, VOLTA"
Another boat In II were two
men and woman. the driver a
plump-faced little man with deem
concern upon his brow, the woman
hysterical and the other man with
his teeth and fists clinched.
For 10 minutes Babe and Big Ben
and Lean Jake stood there in dumb
stupefaction. waiting for another
boat.
ITO be Continued.)