The twice-a-week Twin Falls times. (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1916-1918, 1917-10-09

rails toward the West with a speed
that was astounding. Outside it was
already dark, and the lights along the
rOadbed shot by so fast that they re-
sembled sparks flying up a hearth
chimney from blazing logs below. In
the smoking compartment at the end
of the car, John Gywn sat, perusing
some papers. The pOrueres parted
and Won Bleck entered. He drew
cigar from his pocket and asked Gwyn
for a match. The latter silently ac-
cOmmOdated him.
Pretty long and lonesome trip" the
Central Powers agent commented
Gwyn nodded. He was apparently in
no mood for striking up acquaintances.
But Won Bleck persisted
I'm going out to Frisco" lie said.
Maybe you're bound for there too.
My names Won Bleck it's nice to
know some one on the train"
My name is Gwyn," the young en-
gineer responded, glancing up from
his papers and fearing that he might
appear impOlite by avoiding CONVEX
satiOn. I'm not going to Frisco
though. I'm on my way to place call
ed Lost Mine, in the wilds of the Ser
ras. BastOw is my getting off point"
Late that night, when the sleeper
was black with darkness, except for
the fleeting rays of lights along the
track that shOne but for the briefest
fraction of a second as they passed
the ends of the car, a shadOwy figure,
clad only in a dressing gown, quietly
and cautiously emerged from one of
the berths. 1t moved rapidly along
/ until il was outside of Gwyn's com
partment; then bent over and peered
| in. a little pocket flash light sudden
/ ~ Illuminated the car and revealed
/ had any one been awake to see it, the
| dark features of Won Bleck. He Gov
cred the end of the light with his
| hand fO ha.
| tween the curtains. Gwyn was sleep.
ing sOundly. Won Bleck watched hin
for a moment to see that he was no
| aroused by the light, and then, salts
fied on that score, reached across his
body to a half-Opened suit case rest
ing in a rack near the window. Slow
! ly and carefully, so as not to awaken
! its sleeping owner, he lifted the sui
case from the rack and hurried bacl
to his own berth.
For quarter of an hour, Won Bleck
in the seclusiOn of his sleeping com
partment, studied the contents OF Mr.
GWyns bag. A small packet of let
ters, which had been tucked CAREFUL.
at the bottom, held his attention tn
longest. For the most part these wer
of a personal nature, and containe,
nothing of interest to him, but FINAL,
one caught his eye 1t was postmark
ed Lost Nine" and was addressed
in a flourishing Spanish hand. H
/ OPCAC0 IL
Dear Mr.. Gwyn: Am shipping you
last order tomorrow. You need hav
no fear of the supply becoming ex
! hausted for some time to come. Whe
am I to be honored by a visit frOI
your / trust before long.
Faithfully yours,
CARLOS YBARRA.
Won Bleck smiled with triumph a
< he read the letter. 1t was the sam
smile that had played about his liz
when he had met with his associate
? earlier that day. He folded the pape
2 noiselessly and replaced it in the en
velOpe. Then, as if realizing tn
t length of time which he had ker
5 Gwyn's suit case, he put the packet {
2 letters back into the bottom of the ba
i and stole cautiously down the aisle {
= Gwyn's berth. A glance assured hil
S that it's absence had not been notices
: The young engineer was still sleepin
i heavily. He had been thoroughly tire
= by the strenuous events of the prev
Gus day and his hasty departure
e required but a moment for Won Blec