The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-03-18


| It was just about big enough to get
through, but he managed to grope
| along it.
The minutes passed as the police
man and 1 watched our prisoner in the
cellar by the tube I looked anxiously
| at my watch.
"Craig!' I 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 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.
With our prisoner we could only look
helplessly around.
''By George, I'm going down after
him." I 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, faint noise from
| I1@1~ A
| alongside the rough ladder began to
move, as though some one was pulling
| it taut. He gazed down.
Craig! Craig!" called. els that
your"
No answer. But the rope still
moved Perhaps the helmet made 1t
| impossible for him to hear.
He had struggled back in the swirl
ing current almost exhausted by his
helpless burden. Holding Elaine's
| head above the surface of the water
| and pulling on the rope to attract my
attention, he could neither hear nor
shout He had taken turn of the rope
about Elaine. I tried pulling on it.
There was something heavy on the
other end, and I kept on pulling.
| At last 1 could make out Kennedy
dimly mounting the ladder The
weight was the unconscious body or
Elaine which he steadied as he mount
ed the ladder. I tugged harder and ne
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-
tons for resuscitation.
"No-no!" cried Kennedy. mot
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
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
I that for the moment I forgot ouI
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 l knew it myself Kennedy
i had heard him. With half instinc
tive motion he drew the revolver from
his pocket and, almost before 1 could
see it, had shot the man. Without a
word he returned the gun to his peck
ct and again bent over Elaine, without
SO much as a look at the crook, who
sank to the floor, dropping the chair
from his nerveless hands.
Already the policeman had got ar
ambulance, which was now tearing
; along to US.
Frantically Kennedy was working.
A moment he paused and looked al
me-hopeless.
Just then, outside, we could hear
the ambulance. and a doctor and two