Bisbee daily review., 1916-10-29

Owls Nest and an underground agent for Jules Legar himself.
 Now One-Lamp Louis gave no prom ise of either active or passive inter ference with these duly appointed nor. tuary exercises until the city itself had been left we'll behind. Then, awakening to the fact that they were traversing a desirably sequestered stretch of road, he watched intently for certain prearranged signals from his one-armed accomplice. Immediate ly after the discovery of those looked for signs the spirited team driven by One-Lamp Louie showed unexpected yet unmistakable evidences of restive- ness.
 But there was a limit to what that team of spirited blacks would endure. And they suddenly, to all intents and 1 purposes, determined to follow their own line of travel at their own rate of speed, for as the driver sat on the box apparently saving on the reins, that exasperated team plunged sud denly forward, swerved across the road. and went galloping down a tree screened bypath which was little more than cart trail winding in and out through slopes of greensward and shrubbery.
 Half a mile deeper in that shrub bery this runaway team would surely have reached the spot where a black limousine stood hidden away in the shadow of laurelcopse, had not still another and an equally unheralded fac tor entered into the situation. This factor took the form of high-power roadster in which was seated a man wearing a yellow mask. His irrup- tion into that orderly little procession. indeed, proved as abrupt as One-Lamp Louie's eruption from it. And he seemed plainly suspicious of both Louies motives and movements, for he lost no time in swinging from the highway and plunging recklessly after the runaway carriage.
 AS his car approached the runaway cab that mysterious stranger, known as the Laughing Mask, stepped to the running-board of his roadster. leaning far out as the two swerving vehicles drew together. One-Lamp Louie, what ever he may have thought of that ap- proach, had little means of evading it. To swing off what narrow road re- mained before him seemed frankly suicidal. To lash his team to greater oIr lx- of To take his hands from the reins, even, along that uncertain road, was equally foolhardy. So the strange race went on, the swaying and bounding cab with a whitehead girl tossed about under its hood, the leaping and lurching roadster. every second draw ing closer down on it's quarry yet every second threatening to turn tur- tie over one of the grassy embank ments- above which it shuddered and slowed.
 It was the Laughing Mask, leaning far out from his running-board, who threw open the cab-door and called sharply to the startled girl.
 Quick" he commanded.
 For one moment she hesitated. Then she reached out for the unsteady hand groping for her
 The next moment she found herself sitting back. little breathless, in the leather-upholstered seat of the road ster and the man in he Laughing Mask smiling down at her.
 
 The Black Watch.
 A number of things had happened and were happening to disconcert, if not to discourage. the redoubtable Le- gar That astute young adventures, Betsy Le Marsh, alias Williamsburg Elsie, who. with the aid of divers forged recommendations. had installed herself in the Golden household, re- peatedly and stubbornly reported that David Manley was dead.
 Williamsburg Elsie also expressed 2 strong desire to migrate from the house in which she found herself so inquisitive a maid, since that house. she declared, was too full of queer things" for her comfort.
 When, at Legar's suggestion, she had tried to pump a needleful O dope" into her altogether unsuspecting mistress, a dead mans face had sud denly appeared between her and the bedroom door. And on two different occasions. after midnight, when she had ventured down to the housekeep- CTS telephone to send in secret mes sage to Legar himself, she had found herself confronted by ghost in white.
 Nor was Betsy Le Marsh the only malcontent Even Red Egan himself. one Of the best "cold-steel" men in all the group that clustered about the Owls Nest, Ihad of late shown unmis- takable signs of mental disturbance. 4 dead mans ghost, he declared. had looked in through one of the head. quarters windows. Red EAn, it is true. had promptly emptied his six shooter at that phantasmal intruder, but with nothing more to show for it than shattered window-sash and six panes O. broken glass.
 When the master-criminal. to put an erd to all such absurdities. had by tho force of many dire threats and