The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1916-05-19

after that was terribly afraid. could
feel myself going-talSing leave OF my
senses and knew must act If we
were not to follow that other. God!
what DEATH"
He paused, shuddered and drew the
back of his hand across his eyes be-
fore continuing; 80 | cut of the igni-
tion and volplaned. Here-my hand.
so-ol All right, eh?"
"Oh, I'm all right" Lanyard insisted
confidently.
But his confidence was belied by a
look OF daze, for the earth was billow'
ing and reeling round him as though
bewitched; and before he knew what
had happened he had sat down hard
and was staring foolishly up at the
aviator.
"Here!" said the latter courteously,
his wind-mask hiding the smile-"my
hand again, monsieur, And now for
mademoselle."
But when they approached the girl,
she surprised both by shivering, sit
ting up, and obviously pulling herself
together
"You feel better now, mademoi-
seller" the aviator inquired, hasten
ing to free her from her fastenings.
I'm better-yes thank you" she
admitted in a small, broken voice
but not yet quite myself"
She gave a hand to the aviator, the
other to Lanyard. and as they helped
her to the ground Lanyard, warned by
his experience, stood by with ready
arm
She needed that support, and for a
few minutes didn't seem even con
scious Of it. Then, gently disengaging
herself she moved a foot or two away.
where are we-do you know"
"On the South Downs somewhere" ?"
Lanyard suggested, consulting Vauque.
lii.
THAT is probable" this last af-
iirmed-"at all egents, reckoning by
the course held. Somewhere well in
from the coast, 81 venture, for | do
not hear the sea-"
Near Lewes, perhaps?"
'I have no reason to doubt It"
An odd, constrained pause ensued
The girl looked from the aviator to
Lanyard, then at neither-turned a
rifle away from both and, trembling
with fatigue and enforcing self-control
by clenching her hands. stared aim
les5ly off into the mist.
Painfully Lanyard set himself to
consider their position.
The Parrot had come to rest in
what seemed to be a wide, shallow,
saucerlike depression whose irregu-
lar bounds were cloaked in fog In
this space no living thing stirred save
those three; apd as far as he could
determine, the waste was crossed by
not so much as a sheep track. In a
word, they were lost. There might be
a road running past the saucer ten
yards from its brim in any quarter
There might not. Possibly there was a
town or village Immediately adjacent
Quite as possibly the downs billowed
away for miles on either hand, dtso.
late, unirhabited. From where they
were there was no means of telling
"Well-what do we do now?" .he
girl demanded suddenly in a nervous
voice.
oh Wen find a way out of this
somehow" Vauquelin asserted conf
IDENTIFY. England isn't big enough for
anybody to remain lost in it-not for
long, at all events. Only, I'm sorry
we're not more sure of our where
abouts on Miss Shannons account"
We'll manage somehow" Lanyard
affirmed stoutly.
The aviator smiled curiously. ITO
begin with" he advanced, 81 dare say
we might as well get rid of these awl1-
ward costumes of ours. They'll ham,
per walking-rather."
In spite Of his fatigue, Lanyard was
so struck by the circumstances that he
couldn't help remarking it as he tore
off his wind-veil
Your English is wonderfully good,
Captain Vauquelin," he observed.
The other laughed shortly.
why not?" said he. removing his
mask
Lanyard looked up into his face.
stared, gasped, and fell back a pace.
"Wertheimer!" he exclaimed.