Judsonia weekly advance., 1917-06-06

trance of the warden, who had come in response to the guards summons
 My relief is half an hour late" said the guard, "and I'm not liking the idea of staying here overtime"
 After considering the matter for a moment the warden decided.
 You can go," he said to the guard "and I'll look in once i'll a while until the relief comes." So saying, the two officials departed locking the door be- hind them
 
 There was hurried meeting of the Apaches in the House of Mystery when Pats men returned from their trip to the federal prison. The report of the scouts was eagerly listened to.
 'She is confined in the wing that faces onto the side street. Three win dOws open into the corridor, and our electric saw will go through the bars in ten minutes. We can have her out of there. if luck breaks for us. before midnight said one of the Apaches, who had followed Pat to the jail.
 The men entered into nasty confer ence, and soon organized a plan for their queens release.
 The electric wagon that had been purchased by the Apaches when they had engaged in a raid on a trolley company, during the disturbances at tendant upon q recent labor strike, was put in readiness for the work.
 
 With everything prepared and in readiness, the Apaches waited for darkness, and then ran their wagon, through infrequented streets, down to the jail and began their work.
 Running the wagon c.ose under the wall of the prison, the poorly lighted and practically deserted street gave an opportunity for the Apaches 10 use to excellent advantage the few mo- ments required to saw the bars pro- tecting the windows of the corridor in which Pat was now excitedly waiting for her rescuers. When the Apaches began saving the bars of the window, far above her head, Pat knew what it meant.
 Having worked their way through the bars, the Apaches lowered rope, which Pat tied under her arms. In twinkling the girl was hauled up to the window and was dragged through. When Pat was hurrying to the ground an incident occurred that near ly upset the Apaches' calculations. A patrol wagon, going out of the prison yard in answer to a call dashed around the corner and nearly collided with the rescue wagon.
 There was started in a twinkling mad scramble and wild fight between the Apaches and the police The up- roar was bound to attract attention, and Pat knew that she must make her "get away" in hurry or stand the chance of being again in the tolls. She grabbed a revolver from one of her men and started to run. The police were too much occupied in measuring blows with their oppon- entS for any one of them to break away from the fight and take after the escaping girl. In the few seconds that passed while Pat ran to the street
 
 do-if luck should be with her.
 Just as she reached the juncture of the busy street that ran past the main building of the prison, a passing taxi cab fitted into her purpose. Railing the chauffeur, she had jumped onto the running-board before he had time to more than slow down.
 "Go ahead, and be quick-go any where" and the girl accentuated her command by reaching out, with her free hand and holding the revolver against the taxi drivers side. By the time he had gotten a little distance away from the prison, Pat had worked open the door of the cab and was safe ly within.
 Then she leaned out of the front window and directed the chauffeur, keeping the cold steel pressed against the back of his neck.
 Keep going and you'll be all right. This thing won't go off. if you do as I tell you" Then she gave him direc- tions, to take the least-frequented streets. on trip that she told him would not end until he had reached West Farms
 Before Pats release from prison was effected. secret service operatives had begun preparations for their raid on the Frenchman's hut. Officers detailed to watch the anarchists had been in the vicinity of their retreat all day, keeping an eye on the movements of the suspects.
 When darkness fell, the move to close in on the Frenchman's hut and ifs deSnerata tenants haunn Onora.