The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-01-28

listening. We listened also. There
certainly was a most peculiar noise
inside that tank.
Was it muffied scream?
Kennedy reached down and picked
up rock, hitting the tank with re-
sounding blow. AS the echo died
down, he listened again.
Yes, there was a sound-a scream.
PERHAPS woman's voice, faint, but
unmistakable.
I looked at his face inquiringly.
Without word / read in it the con-
firmation of the thought that had
flashed into my mind.
Elaine Dodge was inside!
.
First had come the limousine, with
its three bandits, to the spot fixed on
as a rendezvous. Later had come the
taxicab. AS it hove into sight, the
three well-dressed crooks had drawn
revolvers, thinking perhaps the plan
for getting rid of Kennedy might pos
sibly have miscarried. But the taxi
cab driver and the rough-faced fellow
had treasured them with the sign Of
the Clutching Hand, and the revolvers
| were lowered.
AS they parleyed hastily, the
roughneck and the fake chauffeur
lifted Elaine out of the taxi. She was
bound and gagged.
well, now we've got her, what shall
we do with herr" asked one.
tits got to be quick. There's an
other cab" put in the driver.
"The deuce with that"
"The deuce with nothing" he re-
turned. "That fellow Kennedy's a
clever one. He may come to. If he
does, he won't miss us. Quick, now!"
"See," cried the third. "See that old
boiler down there at the edge of the
water? Why not put her hi there?
No one1l ever think to look in such
a place."
With hasty expression of approval,
the roughneck picked Elaine up bodily,
still struggling vainly, and together
they carried her, bound and gagged,
to the tank. The opening, which was
toward the water, was small, but they
managed, roughly, to thrust her in.
A moment later and they had rolled
up huge bowlder against the small
entrance, bracing it so that it would
be impossible for her to get out from
the inside. Then they drove off hast
lily.
Frantically Elaine managed to
loosen the gag. She screamed. Her
voice seemed to be bound around by
the iron walls as she was herself. She
shuddered. The water was rising
had reached her chest, and was still
rising, slowly, inexorably.
What was that? Silence? Or was
someone outside?
Cool1y, in spite of the emergency,
Kennedy took in the perilous situa-
ton.
The lower end of the boiler, which
was on slant on the rapidly shelving
beach, was now completely under wa
ter and impossible to get at. Besides,
the opening was small, too small.
Kennedy gazed about frantically
and his eye caught the sign on the
factory:
:: OXYACETYLENE WELDING co.
~......
"Come, Walter" he cried, running
up the shore.
A moment later breathless, we
reached the doorway. 1t was, OF
course, locked. Kennedy whipped out
his revolver and several well-directed
shots through the keyhole smashed
the lock. We put our shoulders to 1t
and swung the door open, entering
the factory
Beside work Bench stood two long
cylinders, studded with bolts.
That's what I'm looking for" ex-
claimed Craig. "Here, Walter, take
one. I'll take the other-and the
tubes-and-"
We ran, for there was no time to
| lose. AS nearly as l could estimate 1T,
the water must now be slowly closing
| over Elaine.
"What is it," 1 asked, as he Joined
I'D the tubes from the tanks to the
| peculiar hooklike apparatus he car
ried.
can oxyacetylene blowpipe," he NUT
| tered back feverishly. used for weld
| ing and cutting, too he added.
With a light he touched the nozzle.
| instantly a kissing, binding flame
needle made the steel under 1T incan-
descent The terrific heat from one
nozzle made the steel glow. The
stream of oxygen from the second
completely consumed the hot metal.
Kennedy was actually cutting out
huge hole in the still exposed surface
of the tank-all around, except for
few inches, to prevent the heavy
| piece from falling inward.
AS Kennedy carefully bent outward
the section of the tank which he had
cut, he quickly reached down and