The Lancaster news. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1905-current, 1916-06-16

prone upon his back, amid a hundred
twinkling fragments of the Bell
Wilkes dashed out Of the shed.
"A Mauser!" 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.
"1'll be with you in a jiffy"
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 jarring under it's 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 a projec-
tile on the trail that showed steel
brown in the dusk.
It's touch and co." 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. Past the lines
where the troops were forming, toward
the house whittier Kynaston had been
taken, 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 II 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 a five
mile fiat with nothing worse than
prairie-dog mound, bunch of grease
wood. sage-bush between them and
the much-desired line. Behind them
they heard the hammer of 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 30 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 q kindly
voice. I'VE can't take q chance now;
we're too near the line"
Rock and bush and stunted tree
stood out in silhouette as II drawn in
India Ink against silver background.
Behind them they heard yells and
shouts and shots.
And then. coming toward them on q
run, they saw a number of mounted
men. For moment Kynaston believed
they were caught, but 1t was for mo-
ment only. A shout from a 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 a lessen
ing pace, and in few minutes they
shot past great stone monument,
whitewashed, four-square, that marked
the limits of anarchy and murder.
TITS like American cavalry the
world over-on hand in the nick o.
time!" said Kynaston.
They ran up the hill and over II and
halted on tie 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
catching her in his arms, kissed her
openly before them all
AN that" said wilkes, to whose
arm Mrs. Fame was clinging, "is what
[ call the proper endin'. or course. Il
amt really the endinu"
Take the ladies back to my camp"
lnterjected Kynaston, "and then make
all the necessary arrangements for n
quick wedding"
And Dorothy did not contradict him