The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1917-06-02

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suit issue from the gulley-between
twenty or thirty horsemen whom she
had no difficulty in identifying with
the Charming ~cow-punchers who had
ridden out the night before. They
were firing from the saddle, using
revolvers-weapons which they pre-
ferred to the automatic pistols.
AS they came into sight, two of the
c~ow-punchers broke from the woods,
and the road as well, striking off
across country toward the bridge at
the border, squirting their mounts to
utmost speed.
Patria knew what that maneuver
indicated. The road cut a wide curve
through the country; by this short cut
the two riders would reach the bridge
considerably in advance of the motor
car-providing nothing happened to
hinder them. On the other side of the
bridge there was a hidden switch
board, its wires communicating with
mines secretly planted in the road
one of the first preparations made by
Patria's order against an attack in
force advancing along the road.
The two vanished from view, while
the pursuit pounded on after the car
load of fugitives. Three cow-punchers,
better mounted than their fellows or
better riders, cOntrived to race their
steeds alongside the car, and threw
the tonneau, needless of the rain of
bullets that greeted them.
Their fate remained sealed to Pa
trials knowledge; for at that moment
her biplane lurched and dipped peril
ously.
She caught another glimpse of the
chase a few minutes later, but dared
not give it any heed. She knew only
that it was drawing near the bridge.
At the time all her wits were wanted
to cope with the task of landing on
strange ground; the failing motor was
enforcing a pause for repairs.
Patrfa's skill proved equal to the oc-
casion, however; the biplane settled
down gently near the edge of a wide
area of clear ~ground-none too smooth
for comfort, but still naked of trees.
AS o as it had come to a full
pause the girl hoped down from the
seat and began an examination of the
engine; but it took some time to To-
cate the seat of the trouble, and long
er still to repair it.
At length, however, she was ready
to resume her flight.
AS she closed the tool box and start
ed round the plane toward the front
of the machine, a pistol shot sounded
behind her, and a bullet perforated
the lower plane within a foot of her
side.
Before she could turn she was
hailed in a voice strongly colored with
the accent of a Japanese-and badly
broken by painting.
"Halt-as you stand, please! Put
up your hands! Right"
She heard hasty footsteps behind
her. Then a Japanese gentleman of
rather more than middle age came into
view covering her with his pistol.
Pausing he deity whipped her auto
matte from it's holster attached to her
belt, and grinned unpleasantly.
"Thank you very much" he gasped
politely in spite of his winded condi-
tion-for it was evident that he had
u a considerable distance at a very
fast pace. "Now be good enough to
take your seat. I will sit beside you.
You will fly as I direct and land
where l say-please understand-or 1
cho11 hn roI1Ioto nt1u ohlirad 70 shoot
you"
FROM THE BLUE.
Without demur Patria turned and
climbed to the pilots seat. With sur
prising agility, considering his appar-
ent age, the japanese followed to the
place allotted to the observer.
"You will start Immediately he
pursued with a significant gesture Of
the pistol in his hand, land aim for
those mountains in the south. When
we are high enough l will further di-
rect the course"
Patria switched on the self-starter.
The propeller began to revolve noisily.
The drone of the motor sounded clear
and sweet and true. The biplane
bumped forward over the uneven
ground, lifted, and began to climb.
Behind it half a dozen exasperated
cow-punchers broke from the woods,
refined in to fire, then recognizing the
pilot of the airplane, refrained-but
cursed fervently.
OF this Patria knew nothing. Her
attention was concentrated on the
business of being a good pilot for a
passenger armed and desperately
ready to shoot.
He sat watching her with a mali
cious grin while she made her craft
climb to the thousand-foot level. The
noise of the motor prohibited conversa-
ton, but his gestures we're under
standable enough to perceptions quick
ened by the fear Of death. At the
t~housand-foot level the Japanese babe
Patria to stop climbing and fly directly
into the south.