The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1917-05-25
Fifteenth EPISODE
The Rescue.

As Patricia Montez was hurried
on her way to the federal prison, she
realized that her venturesome hazard In
an attempt to do public service had
led her into most unenviable position.
Whatever her defense might be, when
the time should come for her to face
the authorities, her unprecedented con-
duct would be hard to account for.
Now with one hand manacled to the
tOnneau of the automobile in which she
was being taken, captive, to answer
for her participation in the afraid on
New York, she realized that her
Apaches, active hosts In her interest
and under her command, might not be
able to extricate her from her predic-
ament. But the girl was too sure
hearted and self-possessed to become
panic-stricken.
AS she glanced nervously around
her, while her captors sped toward
their goal, Pat discovered an automo-
bile closely following the one In which
she was a prisoner. When she was
taken into the federal building and
brought before the examining officer,
she was greatly relieved to observe two
of her Apaches among the crowd OF
curious people who thronged the room
1--WE must hold you for definite word
from Washington" said the examining
officer when he had done questioning
Pat and the secret service men who
had brought her before him.
"Take her to the north wing and
conf1ne her in the federal corridor. II
will not be necessary to put her under
lock and key until we get more def
mite instructions from Washington,
continued the officer.
When Pat was led from the room
she glanced over her shoulder ant
caught look of reinsurance from hel
men, who had closely followed the
proceedings. She felt that she was not
helpless, by any means, and the prison
corridor held no terrors for her wher
she was placed in the long, high-ceil
inged apartment under lock and key
The corridor had four cells OF
the side nearest the main structure
The other side of the corridor wa!
marked by the outer wall of the build
ing. High above the girls head three
windows, stoutly barred, opened ont
the street that led across the end o
the Jail.
Only one of the cells opening ont
the corridor was occupied. When Pa
asked her guard to Identify his othe
prisoner, the keeper replied:
you're trying to make me think yo
don't know that he's one of the all
raiders" knowing smile accompany
ing his remark.
"Sure as you live, don't know him,
said Pat. But If you have no ob1e'
tons, I'll walk over and get acquainte
with him."
There can be no harm In that" al
swered the guard. And Pat proceede
to make herself agreeable to her fe
low prisoner.
After she had overcome his susp
cions, the man behind the bars wa
free with his information. He dii
closed that he was one of the aDarcl
lists who had been captured when tn
airship descended. His companion
had escaped.
While Pat and the anarchist wer
talking, a visitor was admitted to I'll
corridor. The newcomer was there
talk with the anarchist, and the tw
men were allowed to converse undi
turbed, through Pats adroitness
keeping the guard interested in he
self.
When the visitor had gone. Pat r
turned to the cell door, where the a
archist was waiting to give her su
prising bit of confidence. The prise
err said:
MY pal tells me that the cops ha'
located our headquarters In We
Farms, and are expected to raid ear
In the morning. But If they try
take the gang with a rush, they W
get an unexpected salute. We've &
Me old Frenchman's shack all wired I