Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1916-05-04

after that I was terribly afraid could
feel myself going-taking leave Of my
senses-and ! knew ! must act If we
were not to follow that other. God!
what a DEATH"
He paused, ~shuddered. and drew the
back Of his hand across his eyes be-
fore continuing: $50 / cut of the igni-
ton and volplaned. Here-my hand.
500! All right. eh?"
"oh, I'm all right" Lanyard insisted
confidently.
But his confidence was belied by a
look of daze, for the earth was billow-
ing and Keeling round him as though
bewitched; and before he knew what
had happened he had sat down hard
and was staring foolishly up at the
aviator.
"Here!" said the latter courteously,
his wind-mask hiding the smile-"my
hand again, monsieur. And now for
mademoiselle."
But when they approached the girl,
she surprised both by shivering, sit
ting up. and obviously pulling herself
together.
you feel better now, mademoi-
seller" the aviator inquired, hasten
ing to free her from her ~fastenings.
I'm better-yes, thank you," she
admitted in a small, broken voice
but not yet quite myself"
She gave a hand. to the aviator, the
other to Lanyard, and as they helped
her to the ground Lanyard, warned by
his experience, stood by with a ready
arm.
She needed that support, and for a
few minutes didn't seem even con-
scious of it. Then, gently d~isengaging
herself, she moved a foot OF two away.
Where are we-do you know2"
ION the South Downs somewhere"
Lanyard suggested, consulting Vauque-
lin.
That is probable" this last af-
frmed-"at all events, reckoning by
the course l held. Somewhere well in
from the coast, at a venture, for / do
not hear the sea-"
Near Lewes, perhaps?"
81 have no reason to doubt it."
An odd, constrained pause ensued.
The girl looked from the aviator to
Lanyard, then at neither-turned a
trife away from both and, trembling
with fatigue and enforcing self-control
by clenching her hands, stared aim
lessly off into the mist.
Painfully Lanyard set himself to
consider their position.
The Parrot had come to rest in
what seemed to be a wide, shallow,
saucerlike depression, whose irregu-
lar bounds were cloaked in fog. In
this space no living thing stirred save
those three; and as far as he could
determine, the waste was crossed by
not so much as a sheep track. In a
word, they were lost. There might be
a road running past the saucer ten
yards from its brim in any quarter.
There might not. Possibly there was a
town or village Immediately adjacent.
Quite as possibly the downs billowed
away for miles on either hand, desc
late, uniEhabited. From where they
were there was no means Of telling.
"Well-what do we do now?" the
girl demanded suddenly in a nervous
voice.
ooh. we'll find a way out Of this
somehow" Vauquelin asserted conf.
IDENTIFY. England isn't big enough for
anybody to remain lost in it-not for
long, at all events. Only, I'm sorry
we're not more sure of our where.
abouts on Miss Shannon's account"
Well manage somehow" Lanyard
affirmed stoutly.
The aviator smiled %curiously. "To
begin with" he advanced, Il dare say
we might as well get rid of these awk.
ward costumes Of ours They'll ham
per walking-rather."
In spite of his fatigue, Lanyard was
so struck by the circumstances that he
couldn't help remarking it as he tore
off his wind-veil.
"Your English is wonderfully good
Captain Vauquelin," he observed.
The other laughed shortly.
why not?" said he, removing hi
mask.
Lanyard looked up into his face
J stared, gasped, and fell back a pace
/, "Wertheimer!" he exclaimed.