Bisbee daily review., 1916-12-24

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 still form as indiferently as though it had been fallen tree-trunk. Then. as he was about to enter the shanty. he paused for moment on the thresh- old and flung a quick look over his shoulder. What he saw brought a Snarling execratiOn to his lips. for tearing down the precipitous hill- side toward the quarry came an auto mobile driven at a death-courting pace. On the running-board of that madly lurching car precariously clung a man wearing a yellow mask. As in a swirling cloud of dust the car struck the foot of the hill that masked fig ure leaped wide to the side of the road and. miraculously retaining his footing, dashed into the quarry, shout in frantic warnings as he came. Then it was that Legar realized his prey would escape him unless he act ed without the loss of a second. He swung about and darted through the door of the shanty toward the pump like electrical contrivance from which creeping wire tendrilS extended to the ! mined cliff. But before his lean fingers cOuld jam dOwr the h~ndle and make the connection which would produce the jumping blue spark of deadly power Margery Golden and the astounded detectives had leaped from their place of cOncealment and | hastily advanced tO meet the masked fugitive for whom they had been lying in wait.
 'Legarw he panted brokenly. ''Legar is here-he'S firing a blast half the cliff will ail-hurry-hurry- | in Gods name-hurry
 His words and manner carried in- | stant and fearSome conviction. and that startled group about him. madly | plunging for safety. barely reached | the highway when a deafening. rever- berating roar split the air and rocked the very ground under their feet. For a moment the little group stood | in spellbound silence, gripped by the suddenneSs of that mighty cOnvul- sion. and shaken by their own near l approach to death. Then as the fine dust clouds accompanying the chaotic upheaval gradually settled it came to the scattered sense of the ungrateful police captain that the much-wanted Laughing Mask was standing close be side him. With a quick movement he clutched the wrist of that elusive fugi- tive in his strong stuhby fingers.
 eve got you this time." he yelled out in triumphant tones.
 But instead of replying to this somewhat premature statement the masked prisoner made a quick and dexterous tripping movement with his foot. at the same time giving his red-faced captor a violent shove that sent him ludicrously sprawling on his hack. Then he darted into the quarry. { threading his way amid the great piles of rock. with the police captain. who had now recovered his equilibrium. and the two detectives in full cry at his heels.
 Margery Golden breathleSsly await cd the outcome of that chase, for she realized that if this man. who had
 just saved her from a terrible death. was captured she would he respOn- sihle in large measure. The running figures were lost to sight. but pres ently the Laughing Mask broke from the cover of great rectangular rock and. dashing past her to the opposite side of the road. threw himself face downward among the sheltering bushes. The next moment his pursuers emerged from behind Tne rock and came pounding toward Margery Golden.
 (Which way did he go?" the gasp ing police officer demanded of the girl who hold the fate of the Laughing flask in her hands. After an almost imperceptihle hesitation. she pointed silently toward the bend of the road. Hardly had the detectives. trailing this fake scent at top speed. disap- peared around the turn than there slipped out of the bushes masked figure bearing evident traces of ex- hauStiou. Slowly he approached the girl. into whose eyes crcpt look of stern rcproach. Taking her hand he raised it tcnderly tO his lips.
 Wont you try to believe in mel just little while longer?" he askedI B low, pleading tone.
 Then without waiting for her an-i ewer hc relinquished that soft. whitei hai.d and ran up the road in the op-} positc direction from that taken bys Sis purSuerS.
 CTO BE CONTINUED)