Payette enterprise. (Payette, Canyon Co., Idaho) 1909-1935, 1916-10-05


the fields toward Seven Oaks hill,
looming across the valley. A few mo-
ments later the stalwart police cap
tain and his two men came pounding
over the same course, but at q some
what slower and heavier gait.
Far down in those buried chambers
under the hill, for which those striving
figures were headed, a wolfish-faced
man desperately clawed at the pile of
rock and debris choking the tunnel.
Suddenly with an eellike movement
he wriggled through the narrow pas
sage he had effected and staggered
like drunken man toward the ladder,
his scar-ravaged face livid with dread
apprehension.
He made his way through the open
ing and stood confusedly blinking in
the bright flood of sunlight. The next
moment a running figure bore down
upon the outlaw from the other side
Of the rock. There was sudden i'm
pact of colliding bodies and Jules Lee
gar and the Laughing Mask stood in
dazed uncertainty, staring into each
others eyes.
By warily evading the menace of
that terrible claw of iron, the masked
mystery, with a sudden trick of JAP
anese origin, sent his heavier oppo-
nent topping over backward. Then,
before Legar could regain his balance,
the Laughing Mask slipped through
that still open passage into the bowl
der, the panel closing sharply as ne
stepped on the platform. The next in
slant Legar found himself face to face
with Captain Bracket and the two de-
tectives, who had been hot on the trail
Of the Laughing Mask.
Before Legar could draw his gun
those three heavy and resolute officers
avalanched themselves upon him, bury
ing him under their combined weight
as he crashed to the ground.
To Margery Golden, still lying on
that narrow rocky ledge, expecting
every moment an attack from out of
the dark, the passing time had seemed
like fearful eternity. She had heard
Black Tony creeping about below her
in an apparently futile search for his
flashlight.
Then came low cry of triumph and
a thin streak of light wavered upon
her. She saw the sinister, leering face
of the swarthy Italian as he came |
nearer. She shrank back |
against the rough wall as long, ia
pering knife, clutched in sinewy fin
gers, came reaching toward her. 1t |
seemed certain that nothing short of
a miracle could save her. But even
as the knife was raised to strike, the
miracle happened.
The apparently solid wall behind her
gave way and Margery felt
herself quickly pulled through an open
Ing by strong, tender arms. She was
vaguely conscious Of being borne up a
ladder and presently a gentle breeze
tanned her cheek. When the fresh air
had revived her and she became &C.
,ustomed to daylight she saw the
Laughing Mask bending over her.
II had feeling up to the very last
hat you would save me-" she MUIR
nured gratefully.
at was lucky knew about the old
shaft connecting all the
galleries in the mine," he modestly re-
,lied; ut will be quite safe for you to
20 home now, for l happen to know
hat Legar himself is captured and his
men have all met the final punishment
hey so richly deserved"
But Margery fixed a pleading look
lpon her masked savior.
Cant you see how am tortured by
his terrible uncertainty" she said In
duplicating tones '1f you really love ,
ne, you will tell me who you are"
For moment the Laughing Mask
esltated, then he slowly raised the
elbow visor which so long had pre-
erved the secret of his identity.
with wonder, Margery
TODD gazing upon the face of her
A little cry broke from
er lips, cry that might have signi-
ed either low or sorrow