Payette enterprise. (Payette, Canyon Co., Idaho) 1909-1935, 1916-08-03
An this Legar might have done. and

might have done without great diff
Guilty, had not trace of his older OF
session Of hate impinged on his clear
ly outlined course of action.
He was once more himself, by thi
time, walking with LIMP that wa
scarcely discernible. But as he stolt
down from the higher ground anC
made his way back towards the West
ingham chimney flares he becam,
once more conscious of the whittier
glare along the roadside he was sc
cautiously skirting. This, he remem
bered, as he stole nearer, came from
the headlights of stalled limousine
Then he made d second and a more
startling discovery. He knew, even
before he caught sight of Train work
ing over his helpless car, that it be-
longed to Enoch Golden. But what
actually drew him closer to the spot
was glimpse of Margery Golden her
self, in gray fur motor coat, as she
stepped from the body of the car and
came full into the glare of the head
lights, closer beside her STOPPING
chauffeur.
Are we stalled?" he could hear the
girl ask
We'll be off again in a minute or
two, Miss Margery," was Trains pre-
occupied reply.
"But can't stand here helpless"
protested the girl. IT can't wait. ]
must know what has happened to Da-
vid Manley."
Whatever it was, it's over and
done by this time"
"But he may be dead. He may be
lying crushed under those fallen pill
lars. must go on. Tell father
couldn't wait, that I've gone ahead
on foot!"
Legar, crouching back in the shaw
ows, heard these hurried words and
as hurriedy acted on them. Sinking
back through the bushes, he swung
about and followed the girl through
the darkness.
Yet 1t was not until the girl had
passed well out of hailing distance
of the headlighted car that Legar
circled even more hurriedly forward
and swung In again to intercept her. |
She was trudging, little breath
lessly, up a sandy slope, with her
straining eyes still fixed on the NOV
ing lanterns about the ruined mauso-
leum.
Then, swinging apparently out of
the empty air about her, circle of
steel, suddenly encompassing her arm,
brought her to an abrupt stop.
With one quick movement Legar
.ore the motor veil from her head,
visited it into coil, and flung it
about her neck And all the while the
ron Claw, graphing at her arm, held
Ter as steel trap might
She was already dizzy with pain
When she heard the sharp crack Of a
eyolver shot close over her shoulder.
This was followed by a quick shout
md a muttered oath. She felt herself
orcibly flung from Legar's arms into
he arms of another man painting
reathlessly up the sandy slope. She
ould see this man, even as he held
er from falling, stop to level his gun
t the fleeing figure of Legar. She
ould see him shoot again, and still
gain, at the same moment that Train
nd the plunging automobile came .
and painting up to the scene,
ne electric lamps throwing out their
ravering, long columns of white light
g they came. Then the stranger, ar ,
ested by certain gasping and CUR I
ling sounds from the throat of the ,
girl In his arms, stopped l
own and tore the constructing veil {
way from the slender, white column 7
her neck. And Margery, opening
er eyes, saw that 1t was the Laugh T
lg Mask bending above her. Z
1T was Legar!" she gasped as I
rain, followed by her father, came a
anting up to where they stood. d
"And there he goes now," cried the 8
aughing Mask, pointing down the L
ng lane Of light columning out from b
10 cars lamps. Across that narrow 8
yer OF light they could catch a a
impse of tall figure skulking on d
to the darkness, a
Follow that man with your car" G
e Laughing Mask suddenly cried out g
the chauffeur. II
mo car could travel through coun, Il
= like that!" protested Train. @
Then keer your lights on tho main c,
ad to the west here, so ~ to pick OF
m up II he tried to break through W
that side. I'll swing around by the hi
lndry yards and head him of In the W
ST." OF
And the next moment the man in In
8 yellow mask had disappeared In sc
} darkness. Golden and his daugh. to
stood staring after him. vi
Two minutes later the blackness to
It had swallowed him up was
bbed by series of flame flashes, WI
lowed by the repeated bark OF q no
oliver. From the gloom still nearer tic
shadowy piles of the Westingham de
ndry came an answering series Of ire
IT'S. ca
That means he's making for the hls