The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-05-02

AFTER that 1 was terribly afraid. could
feel myself going-taking leave of my
| senses-and | knew | must act If we
| were not to follow that other. God!
| what a death!"
| He paused, shuddered. and drew the
! back of his hand across his eyes be-
fore continuing: $50 cut off the igni.
ton and volplaned. Here--my hand
! 500! 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 Keeling 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
mademoiselle."
| But when they approached the girl
she surprised both by shivering, sit
| ting up, and obviously pulling herself
together
you feel better now, mademoi
selle?" the aviator inquired, hasten.
| ing to free her from her fastenings
I'm better-yes, thank you" she
| admitted in small, broken voice
but not yet quite myself"
She gave hand to the aviator, the
| n tn 7 rd
her to the ground Lanyard, warned by
| his experience, stood by with a 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-
| lin.
THAT is probable" this last af-
| firmed-"at all events, reckoning by
| the course l held. Somewhere we'll in
| from the coast, at venture, for | do
not hear the sea-"
Near Lewes, perhaps?"
Il have no reason to doubt it."
An odd, constrained pause ensued.
The girl looked from the aviator to
Lanyard, then at neither-turned a
trif1e away from both and, trembling
| with fatigue and enforcing self-control
by clenching her hands, stared aim
lessly 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; and 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 beloved
away for miles on either hand, desc.
late, unirhabited From where they
were there was no means of telling.
"Well-what do we do now?" the
girl demanded suddenly in nervous
voice
"Oh, We'll 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 Shannon's account"
Well manage somehow" Lanyard
affirmed stoutly.
The aviator smiled curiously. sTo
begin WITH he advanced, 81 dare say
we might as well get rid of these awk-
ward costumes of ours. They'll ham
per wall1ing-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