The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1916-08-03
the free range. In his hands. toying
with It in his lap, he held the wonder.

? The green stone, with that curious
property that some Jewels possess,
gave off the light absorbed during day
time. Now 1t was winking and twin.
king with on evil light as the padre
cupped 1t in his brown palms.
'I know 1t is here" he said slowly,
"and yet cannot see it. / shall never
sec 1t, yet will the old shrine be the
richer for my wanderings. / know 1t
is green, and can feel it's long, pear
| shaped tongue that tho sea gave It,"
He shook it; the pearl tongue gave
| out one clear note.
"Will you not come with us, padre?"
Dorothy spoke very gently. as one
speaks to child.
Whittier. then?"
ITO our own land, where there Is
| no war, no trouble. no murder, no op-
preston"
"Yes; 1t is to that land travel when
| the good God gives surcease from
| labor. Till then"
A whiplilke crack from the darkness
Jared across the silences Of the night
"a long, whiplike crack, followed by
a loud, clear note, accompanied by
sharp explosion. The old man fell
prone upon his back, amid hundred
twinkling fragments OF the Bell
| Wilkes dashed out Of the shed.
"A Mauser!" he snapped. Some
greaser trying for last shot smashed
the Bell and killed the old man! Come
on!" Let's get out Of here quick!"
Start the motor!" called Kynaston.
I'll be with you in a fifty"
He stopped to gather up the frag.
ments Of the Bell-the precious frag.
ments which would substantiate his
story at the coming investigation and
which would clear him Of the charge
OF having stolen the relic.
A moment later, as he ran around
to the front of the house again, the
machine was ready, purring, painting,
and iarring under It's engine.
Throw In your clutch!" cried
Wilkes. Were all here and we're all
ready"
kynaston leaped to his place, showed
down the pedal threw his clutch into
the low and pulled 1t back to second
The machine took the curve below the
house. shooting forward like a projec
tile on the trail that showed steel
brown in the dusk.
TITS touch and CO." muttered the old
man. Nolan, keep the ladies down
His gray beard blew back over his
shoulder; In the wind his eyes mar
rowed to pin-points.
Throw her wide open, son!" he
commanded.
Kynaston's foot pressed the gasoline
[ control and the car shot forward faster
, and faster. Past tho first line Of scat
;. tered fires they went, greeted by yell,
and an occasional shot. Past the line,
n where the troops were forming, towart
q the house whittier Kynaston had beer
d taken, a prisoner; the house in whicl
q Upton had been murdered.
Keep her goin and throw her a.
:, wide open as you can!" said Wilkes.
n II can hardly hold her as 1t isl
painted Kynaston. "She's pulling lik
. runaway locomotive on a dow
q grade"
g 1t was true. They had left the trail
g and were heading northwest across
the Unfenced mesa, certain Of five
l. mile fat with nothing worse than
p prairie-dog mound bunch Of grease
wood, sage-bush between them an
| the much-desired line. Behind then
l they heard the hammer Of pursuin,
hoofbeats; apparently every mounte
\ man left in camp was after them
| A storm Of shots swept over an,
| about them, one impinging on the irol
that old Upton had 80 wisely place.
4 above the engine. Wilkes reache
i back without looking and forced Dorc
thy, who was about to rise, again t
her knees.
| Keep down." he growled in kindl
voice. I'VE can't take q chance now
i we're too near the line"
I Rock and bush and stunted tre
stood out in silhouette as IL drawn Il
India ink against silver background
u Behind them they heard yells an
shouts and shots.
And then, coming toward them on
! run, they saw number Of mounte
men. For O moment Kynaston believe
they were caught, but 1t was for mc
ment only. A shout from q doze
lusty troopers told him 1t was Amer
can cavalrymen in Mexico--across tn
limo at last.
The pursuing Mexicans turned an
- fed into the darkening night. But tn
o car continued on, though at lesser
~ ing pace, and in few minutes the
4 shot past q great stone monument
- whitewashed. four.square, that marke
= = the limits Of anarchy and murder.
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