Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1916-08-10

Bell.
The green stone, with that curious
property that some Jewels possess
gave off the light absorbed during day
time. Now it was winking and twin.
king with an evil light as the padre
cupped it in his brown palms.
Il know it is here" he said slowly,
"and yet / cannot see it. / shall never
see it, yet will the old shrine be the
richer for my wanderings. know it
is green, and can feel it's long, pear
shaped tongue that the sea gave it.
He shook it; the pearl tongue gave
out one clear note.
| "Will you not come with us, padre p
Dorothy spoke very gently, as one
| speaks to child.
Whittier, them"
ITO our own land, where there is
no war, no trouble, no murder, no OPP
preston"
Yes; it is to that land travel when
the good God gives surcease from
labor. Till then"
| A whiplike crack from the darkness
| Jared across the silences of the night
"a long, whiplike crack, followed by
a loud, clear note, accompanied by a
sharp explosion. The old man fell
prone upon his back, amid hundred
twinkling fragments of the Bell
Wilkes dashed out of the she'd
"a Mausern he snapped. Some
greaser trying for last shot smashed
| the Bell and killed the old man, Come
on! Let's get out Of here quick."
Start the motor!'' called Kynaston
I'll be with you in fifty"
He stopped to gather up the frag
| ments of the Bell-the precious frag
ments which would substantiate his
story at the coming investigation and
which would clear him of the charge
of having stolen the relic.
A moment later, as he ran around
to the front of the house again, the
machine was ready, purring, painting,
and Earring under its engine.
Throw in your clutch!" cried
Wilkes. We're all here and we're all
ready"
Kynaston leaped to his place, showed
down the pedal, threw his clutch into
the low and pulled it back to second
The machine took the curve below the
house, shooting forward like projec-
tile on the trail that showed steel
brown in the dusk.
TITS touch and 60" muttered the old
man. Nolan, keep the ladies down."
His gray beard blew back over his
shoulder; in the wind his eyes mar
rowed to pin-points.
Throw her wide open, son!" he
commanded.
Kynaston's foot pressed the gasoline
control and the car shot forward faster
and faster. Past the first line of scat
tered fires they went. greeted by yells
and an occasional shot. Fast the lines
where the troops were forming, toward
the house whittier Kynaston had been
taken, a prisoner; the house in which
Upton had been murdered.
Keep her goin' and throw her as
wide open as you can!" said Wilkes.
II can hardly hold her as 1t isl"
painted Kynaston. "She's pulling like
a runaway locomotive on a down
grade"
1t was true. They had left the trail
and were heading northwest across
the unfenced mesa, certain Of five
mile fiat with nothing worse than a
prairie-dog mound, bunch of grease
wood, sage-bush between them and
the much-desired line. Behind them
they heard the hammer CT pursuing
hoofbeats; apparently every mounted
man left in camp was after them.
A storm of shots swept over and
about them, one impinging on the iron
that old Upton had so wisely placed
above the engine. Wilkes reached
back without looking and forced Doro-
thy, who was about to rise, again to
her knees.
Keep DOWN." he growled in kindly
voice. I'VE can't take chance now;
we're too near the line"
Rock and bush and stunted tree
stood out in silhouette as if drawn in
India ink against silver background.
Behind them they heard yells and
SHOUTS and SnOtS.
And then, coming toward them on
run, they saw number of mounted
men. For moment Kynaston believed
they were caught, but it was for q mo-
ment only. A shout from dozen
lusty troopers told him it was Ameri-
can cavalrymen in Mexico-across the
line at last.
The pursuing Mexicans turned and
fed into the darkening night But the
car continued on, though at lessen
ing pace and in few minutes they
shot past a great stone monument,
whitewashed, four-square, that marked
the limits of anarchy and murder
"It's like American cavalry the
world over-on hand in the nick o.
time!" said Kynaston
They ran up the hill and over it and
halted on the farther slope below the
crest. 1t was then that Kynaston, get
ting down from the car, helped Doro-
thy first of all from the tonneau, and.
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