The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-04-20

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was ma with Mr.. Pollock that the las
sic should go, so pit it tae Mr.. Lang
don, that WI my horse in the sleigh.
we cude carry the lassie out the door
to the kitchen and drive off, leavin' the
guide wife to tell the 1thers."
Ibid you carry this plan out?'
"Aye. We f1llit the sleigh with
blankets, and pit my shotgun in the
front and we helpit the lassie oot-"
"Wi1l you tell US please" broke in
the Judge with some asperity, what
you expected to do with a shot-gun?'
And little twinkle sparkled for an
instant in MacPherson's eyes.
"Mr. Pollock was in an automobile
he said, "and shot is grand thing for
tires. Nae doot you can guess yourser
how much chance they have to es-
cape it."
A ripple Of laughter swept through
the room, instantly hushed at the
warning frown of the Judge, and Mac
Pherson, his huge brown hands grip
ped about the edge of the stand, turn
ed inquiringly towards Langdon.
"Will you tell US, Mr.. MACPHERSON
as briefly as possible, what occurred
while you were on your way to the
residence Of DR.. JamiSonV
eve had ma mair than got start1t
when the noise Of the horse brought
one of Pollock's friends to the corner
Of the house to look oop the back road
At sight of us he gave cry and ran
back, shoutin' to Mr.. Pollock.
We had a fair getaway, but ma horse
ia as guide as one Of those devil ma
chimes, and they were after US at once
So I tookit the reins and give them to
Mr.. Langdon and said, You drive, and
Dit the lassie doom. I've a way OF stop
PIN them as Is benin, but = need my
hands, At thot l tookit my gun and
stude up In the sleigh. l cude see the
fthers plainly, and l shoutit, Go back
unless We want to be hurtit! But they
only swore at me, and when l saw
they were gainin sent load of sho
towards them. 1t did na harm, bu
they stoppit short, tae see IT there wa
hurt. They'll ia COON after US again
the nicht,' I said; but it was no mai
than q few minutes before Mr.. Lang
don said, Il hear the mOtOrv And
said, There's anither barrel to tn
gun"
1t was q strange scene that he drew
for them in his deep, quiet voice.
scene so unreal that it was incredible
to most of those present that 1t coul'
all have happened not so very man.
miles from the courtroom where the.
now sat-a scene with the dark, snow.
road and the silent woods for It's set
ting, with the flying sleigh speeding al
most noiseless over the slippery road
Langdon, his face white and set witt
fatigue and anxiety holding the tug
cling reins in one hand while the othc
arm held close the half-cOnSc1ous Torn
Of Mary, her bandaged head gnasti
above the enwrapping blankets; Will
over them lowered the grim figure
the great Scotchman. his shotgun t
his shoulder, bis big body swayin
with the speed Of the flying sleigh.
81 waited till they came Oop to-
eiose.' he finished, deep note throb
bling in his voice, land then / did re
n tire WI the second shot. The aut'
nigh upset Wi the force Of the explo
sion, and they all jumpit DOT. And tina
was the last we saw Of them"
"Did you remain at DR.. Jamison'
house when you reached there?"
"Na For when l had seen the pu1
lassie taken away by the kind gud
wife of the doctor. and | knew sh
were safe. l keepit thinkin' Of ho7
fast the men had gone fra the hons
that nieht. and i says to Mr.. LAngdor