The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1912-1984, 1916-05-30


power, ignoring the shouts of onlook-
ers as she swept up through Coleman's
village, took the turn in a smother of
dust, and brought the steaming road
ster up sharp against cedar-hedge
GROWING the topmost ridge of the
river cliffs. She leaped bodily through
the hedge and ran to the outermost
lip of the Palisades. There, cupping
her hands to her lips, she called out a
single name again and again.
From a crevice in the broken rock
face below her q figure wearing yell
low mask looked cautiously out and
waved up to her with an equally eau
tious signal. The next moment she
was clambering nimbly yet carefully
down the ledge of broken rock.
A pair of stalwart young arms were
waiting to hold her up. But she quick
ly broke away from their clasp.
Quick, they are coming to capture
yoI!"
who are?"
THE police. They have found out
you are hiding here. And Legar also
has found OUT"
The man in the mask darted back to
small table on which stood shaded
lamp. He bent quickly over and blew
out the flame. This left the back of
the cave in darkness. Then he ran
back to where the girl still waited.
do you trust me?" he asked.
Il trust you in everything" was her
reply.
Then listen! The water at the foot
of this cliff is deep. 1t is drop Of a
hundred feet. But it may be our only
chance. Are you willing to take that
leap with me?'
Il trust you-in everything" she
told him, as she drew herself up. He
held her there for moment, and then
slipped to the back Of the cave. When
he reappeared he carried a rough pine
table in his arms. This he placed
on end close to the entrance of the
cave.
The next moment a shadow dark
ened the mouth of the cave. Silhouet-
ted clear against the outer light they
could see the stopping figure of the
Iron Claw.
AS he stood there, peering cautious
ly about the ledge of the bookshelf,
he was stealthily Joined by his fol-
lowers.
They're coming" the Laughing
Mask whispered to Margery Golden,
as he drew her closer in beside the
rocky wall of the tunnel. Then, using
the appended table as a screen, he
advanced with her towards the cave
mouth, slowly, silent, foot by foot.
They were within six feet of the
opening when Legar turned about to
give word or two of command to his
followers. Two figures, those of a
masked man holding q slender girl
firmly by the hand, came running out
of the cave.
So suddenly did they come that they
scattered Legar's men as they ad-
vanced. And before those astounded
men could recover either their foot
ing or their wits, the man in the mask,
holding the girl close to his side, had
crossed to the clift-edge and had taken
a flying leap out into space.
An involuntary gasp Of consterna-
ton burst from that startled group of
gangsters as they stood watching the
clasped figures hurtle through the
air, strike the surface of the water
clean, and 90 down into it's blue
depths. Then, after what seemed an
interminable wait, second shout,
as involuntary, apparently, as the first,
burst from the watchers as they be-
held the two figures reappear, swim
ming strongly side by side along the
undulating surface of the water. But
that shout was not prolonged one.
1t merged suddenly into calls and cries
of a somewhat different character, for
with that repeated shout Legar and
his men had betrayed their position to
russet-faced police captain and six
stalwart men at his heels.
The next moment there was a
charge in force down the broken face
of the cliff. And as the minions of
the law descended on the cave-mouth
the evil-eyed group gathered there
erupted into sudden life. There was a
wild scramble up the rock-ledges,
quick encounters and combats, blows
and counter-blows, the impact of ash
night-sticks on resounding skulls, the
aanitnlating cry of half-stnnned cap
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