The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-05-02

He was, in sober fact, quite rigid
with fright and horror 1t were idle
to argue that only unlikely chance
would wing one of the bullets from
the Vallyr to vital point-there
was the torn canvas overhead, there
was that hole through Vauquelin' s
sleeve.
And then the Paragraph on the strut
beside Lanyard disappeared as if by
magic. He was aware of slight jar
the framework of the biplane quiv-
cred as from heavy blow; something
that resembled a handful of black
crumbs sprayed out into the air ahead
and Vanished-and where the instru-
ment had been nothing remained but
an iron clamp gripping the strut.
And even as any one of these bull
lets might have proved fatal, their first
successor might incapacitate the avia-
tor, if it did not Stay him outright
in either case inevitably the result
would be death following a fall from a
height, as recorded on the Paragraph
dial the instant before it's destruction,
And they were still climbing.
Now the pursuer was losing some of
the advantage Of his superior speed;
the Parrott was perceptibly higher;
the Valkyr must needs mount in a
more sweeping curve.
None the less, Lanyard, peering
down, saw still another tongue of
fame spit out at him, and two bullet
holes appeared in the port wings Of
the biplane, one in the lower, one in
the upper spread of canvas.
White-lipped and trembling, the ad-
venturer began to work at the fasten-
ings of his surtout. After a moment
he plucked off one of his gloves and
cast it impatient1y from him. Asprawl.
it sailed down the wind like a wound
ed sparrow. He caught Vauquelin's
eye upon him, quick with a curiosity
which changed to a sudden CLEAN of
comprehension when Lanyard, thrust
ing his hand under the leather coat.
CROPPED for his side pocket and pro
duced an automatic pistol which Du-
croy, learning that he was unarmed,
had pressed upon him
They were now perhaps a hundred
feet higher than the Valkyr, which
was soaring a quarter of mile off to
starboard. Under the guidance Of the
Frenchman the Parrot swooped round
in narrow circle until it hung almost
Immediately above the other-a ma
sr-;r
thing more than five minutes to effect
Meanwhile Lanyard rebuttoned his
surtout and, clutching the pistol, tried
hard not to think. But already his
imagination was sick with the thought
of what would ensue when the time
came for him to carry out his inten-
ton.
Vauquelin touched his arm with ur-
gent pressure; but Lanyard only shook
his head, gulped, and without looking,
surrendered the weapon to the aviator
Bearing heavily against the chest
band, he commanded the broad, white
spread of the Valkyr's back and wings.
Invisible beneath these hung the mo-
tor and the drivers seat.
An instant more and he was aware
that Vauquelin was bending forward
over the edge of the plane.
Aiming with what deliberation was
possible, the aviator emptied the clip
CT it's cartridges in less than a minute
The reports rang out against the
drum of the motor with an accent as
vicious as the cracking of a black
snake whip
Momentarily, Lanyard doubted if
single bullet had taken effect. He
could not, with his swimming vision,
detect any sign Of damage il the can
vas Of the Valkyr.
He saw the empty automatic slip
from Vauquelin's numb and nerveless
fingers, and vanish.
frightful fascination kept his gaze
constant to the soaring Valkyr Be
yond it, down, deep down, mile of
emptiness, was that golden floor of
tumbled cloud, waiting.
He saw the monoplane halt abruptly
in its strong onward surge-as if it
had run, full tilt, head on against an
invisible obstacle - and for what
seemed round minute, it hung so,
veering and wabbling, nuzzling the
wind. Then, like a sounding whale,
it turned and dived headlong, propel-
Ter spinning like a top.
Down through an eighth of a mile
Of space it plunged plummetlike then,
perhaps caught in a flaw of wind, it
turned sidewise and began to revolve,
at first slowly, but with increasing
rapidity in its fatally swift descent
Toward the beginning of its revolu-
tons something was thrown off, some
thing small, dark and sprawling-like
that glove which Lanyard had discard
ed. But this object dropped with a
speed even greater than that of the
Valkyr; in a brace of seconds had. di-
minished to the proportions of a gnat;
in another was engulfed in that vast
sea of golden vapor.
The monoplane itself, scarcely less
precipitate, spun down through the
abyss and plunged to oblivion in the
fog-wrack.
And Lanyard was still hanging
against the chest-band, limp and spent
and trying not to give way to deadly
sickness when, of sudden and with
out any warning whatever, the stem
torian chant of the motor ceased and
WAS hIOtted out by that immense