Bisbee daily review., 1916-03-05

"Give me that blue print" he shout ed with an oath.
 Keep away from me" Helen pant ed. You're a wretch. I'll never give it to you. I'll die first. Don't you dare come down here. I'll drag you over the cliff if l have to go over my self"
 Nothing daunted, he came on. There was but one chance left to get away and, unhesitating, she took it. ! Turning, just he thought he had her in his pos er, she sprang from where she stood on the edge of the precipice far out over the ocean be- low. He stood spelibound- She struck with great splash. He saw her come up, strike out and sink again, as if helpless. But he knew her unquench- able determination, her resource and her daring, and was shrewd enough 10 watch the surface of the bay close ly. Sure enough, in a little while he could see her. after swimming 8 dis tance under water. regain the surface and with long, powerful strokes swim away.
 At no great distance from where she had plunged into the bay a speed launch lay at anchor. Helen recog- nized the boat; it had. in truth. once been her own, and she had named it The Spiderwater. It belonged now to the owners of her fathers estate, but she believed she might borrow it once more- Seagrue, impotent with rage, and following her down the shore, saw her reach the launch and climb resolutely up over the gunwale into the cockpit.
 Shaking herself like a duck. and without losing a minute, Helen spread the wet blue print out or the deck, broke the motor lock on the ignition switch, and turned the engine over. She knew the motor well; it was a powerful Loew Victor, and after her second effort it hummed like a dyna- mo. While it was warming up she cut the nooring line. Seagrue easily { suspected she meant to get to Rhine lander at Cceanside He looked at his watch. If he could catch the Linn tied he could still reach the city ahead of her. Exasperated, and out of breath, he hastened back to camp, routed out his chauffeur and took his racing car for the station. Hardly a minute was left to him. and his hope of reaching e point where he could flag the through train vanished when he heard its whistle and saw the gleam of it's headlight coming down the Signal grade.
 But he would not give up. Urging his man to speed. he gained the high way paralleling the railroad track. and as the Limited shot by, Seagrue. with all the power that could be got out of his motor, actually held for a time abreast of it. He yelled and shouted as one sleeper after another drew slowly past-both the train and the motor car were running very fast but he could attfact no attention. Helpless with rage. he saw the last OdA VuAliA6 10Qe-4ly pGSts anu A0AA- ous at being baked, he stood up on the seat and as the car drew past him, he jumped over the rail and landed on the observation platform.
 Helen was pushing the launch to- ward Oceanside. The ocean below the bay laps almost the edge of the rail- road track, but her heart sank as she looked back and saw the night train tearing up the track and rapidly over hauling her. Instinct told her that Seagrue would somehow board that train in an effort to get to the city first. As the engine drew nearer, she picked up pair of glasses and level ing them on the cab, discovered George Storm on the right side. She waved signal flag at him. but his eyes were glued on the track ahead. Then, as if by an inspiration, she seized the cord of the air whistle at her hand and in the Morse code sig naled for help. Storm turned his head and looked back questioningly along his train; then up at his own whistle The whistling continued. and his attention was finally drawn to the launch. now dropping behind the train. Helen caught up her signal flag again. In a flash he recognized her, and call ing his fireman over they listened to her appeal
 Give me paper, pencil" shouted Storm, as he shut of the throttle and listened to the long and short toots that re-echoed in jerky succession from the surface of the sea against the towering cliffs and through the flying cab. On leaf. torn from pad, Storm scratched out the signals:
 Have survey. Seagrue on your train. Delay so can reach Oceanside first. HELEN"
 The engine whistle shrieked his an- swer to her eager ears.
 Something wrong with engine all ready"
 The firoman. learning the truth from Storm, tried to persuade him. what ever happened. not to delay the train. It would cost storm, he urged, his job.
 Whats the job to me-" demanded Storm, applying the air and bringing m, ho In, x.~fth a sc1t Co c,x-sro h1