The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1916-07-08

Ms aobOSihlco an al Hhpibuo VI eHe
Owls Nest and an underground agent
for Jules Legar himself.
Now One-Lamp Louis gave no prom
Use OF either active or passive inter
ference with these duly appointed NOR
tuary exercises until the city itself
awakening to the fact that they were
treyersins = desirably sequestsred
stretch OF road. he watched intently
for certain prearranged signals from
his one-armed accomplish. Immediate
ly after the discovery OF those looked
for signs the spirited team driven by
One-Lamp Louie showed unexpected
yet unmlstakable evidences OF FESTIVE
ness.
But there was a limit TO what that
team OF spirited blacks would endure
And they suddenly to all intents and
purposes. determined to follow their
own line OF travel at their own rate
OF speed, for, as the driver sat on the
box apparently saving on the reins.
that exasperated team plunged sud
denly forward. sweryed across the
road, and went galloplng down tree
screened bypath which was little more
than a cart trail winding in and out
through slopes OF greensward and
shrubbery.
Half a mile deeper In that shrub
berry this runaway team would surely
have reached the spot where a black
limousine stood hidden away in the
shadow OF laurelcopse, had not stih
another and an equally unheralded fac
tor entered into the situation. This
factor took the form OF a high.power
roadster in which was seated a man
wearing a yellow mask. His irrup-
indeed. proved as abrupt as One-Lamp
Loule's eruption from II. And he
seemed plainly suspicious OF both
Louie's motives and movements, for
he lost no time in swinging from the
highway and plunging recklessly after
the runaway carriage.
AS his car approached the runaway
cab that mysterious stranger, known
as the Laughing Mask, stepped to the
running board OF his roadster. leaning
far out as the two swerving vehicles
drew together. One-Lamp Louie. what
ever he may have thought of that APP
proach. had little means OF evading
IL. To swing off what narrow road re-
NAMED before him seemed frankly
suicidal. To lash his team to greater
effort was already out OF the question.
To take his hands from the reins,
even, along that uncertain road, was
equally foolhardy. So the strange race
went on. the swaying and bounding
cab with n white.faced girl tossed
about under its hood, the leaping and
lurching roadster every second draw
ing closer down on its quarry yet
every second threatening to turn tur-
tie over one OF the grassy embank-
ments above which Il shuddered and
slowed.
IL was the Laughing Mask, leaning
far out from his running-board, who
threw open the cab-door and called
sharply to the startled girl
Quick" he commanded
For one moment she hesitated.
Then she reached out for the unsteady
hand cropping for her.
The next moment she found herself
sitting back. little GREATNESS. in the
leather-upholstered seat OF the road
ster and the man In the Laughing
Mask smiling down at her
The Black Watch.
A number OF things had happened
and were happening TO disconcer,, II
not 70 discourage. the redoubtable Le-
gar That astute young adventures.
Betsy lie Marsh, alias Williamsburg
Elsie. who. with the aid OF divers