The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1918-04-05

y urlVer acls from the spinal cord, ana
e. not from the brain. Therefore his
'e brain may be seething with a Thousand
70 frenzies, but he will shove out clutch
q and brake feet In an emergency, and
d hold them out.
], So 1t happened. The mans hands
q left the wheel, but he stopped his car.
/ Not too soon. Not before it had struck
the cliff, and then taken a sickening
q curve out toward the edge of the
8 precfpice. But stop 1T did, on the very
edge Of eternity, and the chauffeur
; held 1t there.
I "Set the hand brakel" Milky said.
: The lamps were near enough the edge
: to make him dizzy.
The chauffeur ceased struggling, and
|, set the hand brake. His head was stin
covered. But having done that, he
I commenced struggle more furious
, than forceful, for both Of them were
handicapped.
And now Milky was forced to an
unsoldierlike thing that he afterward
tried to forget. For the driver de-
veloped unexpected strength, refused
to submit, got the tunic off his head,
and, seeing himself attacked by one
man only, took courage and fell to.
He picked up wrench from the seat
beside him, and made furious pass
at Nikky's head. Milky ducked and,
after a struggle secured the weapon.
All this in the car, over the seat back.
1t was then that Milky raised the
wrench and stunned his man with it.
1t was hateful. The very dull thud
OF 1t was sickening. And there was a
bad minute or two when he thought
he had killed his opponent. The man
had sunk down In his seat, a sodden
lump of inanimate human flesh. And
Milky, whose business, in a way, was
killing, was Mortified.
The chauffeur wakened, ten minutes
later, to find himself securely tied with
his own towing rope, and lying ex-
tremely close to the edge of death
Beside him on the ground sat steady
eyed young man with a cut lip. The
young man had lighted a cigarette, and
was placing 1t carefully in the unin
jured side of his mouth
Just as soon as you are up to it,"
S"iu AihhJs we Sudii nave uIle
talk"
The chauffeur muttered something In
the peasant patois of Karnia.
Come, come" Milky observed
Speak up. No hiding behind strange
tongues. But first, ] have the letter.
That saves your worrying about 1t.
You can clear your mind for action"
Suddenly Milky dropped his moeking
tone. He was in earnest, grim and
deadly earnest.
Il have fancy, my friend" he said
ito take that letter of yours on to its
destination. But what that destination
is, you are tostell me-"
The man on the ground grinned
"You know better than
to ask that" he said. 81 will never
tell you"
Milky had thought things out fairly
well, for him, in that ten minutes. In
a businesslike fashion he turned the
PROSTATE prisoner on his side, so that
ne faced toward the chasm. A late
moon showed its depth, and the valley
IN which the air flowed swiftly. And
having thus faced him toward the next
world, Milky, throwing away his
cigarette because it hurt his lip, put
stone or two from the roadway behind
lis prisoner, ard anchored him there
Then he sat down and waited.
"Any news?" he asked, att the end
# ten minutes unbroken silence.
His prisoner said nothing He was
linking, doubtless. Weighing things
oo-perhaps life against betrayal,
amily against separation.
Milky examined the letter again. II
7as addressed to a border town In
'ivonia. But the town lay far behind
hem. The address, then, was false
ne. He whistled softly.
Half an hour.
Come, come" said Milky fierceIy
We are losing time" He looked
cree, too. His swollen lip did that
nd he was nervous. 1t occurred to
i'm that his prisoner, in desperation
light roll over the edge himself. which
ould be most uncomfortable.
But the precipice, and Nikky's fierce
p, and other things, had got in their
ork. The man on the ground stopped
uttering in his patois, and turned on
Ikky eyes full of hate.
Il will tell you" he said. "And you
LII free me. And after that
Certainly" Milky replied equally.
,ou will follow me to the ends OF
e earth-although that will not be
because don't intend to 70
finish me off," Then, stern,
!: snow, where does the letter 90;
have fancy for delivering it my.
IT,"
If tell you, what them"
This: If you tell me properly, and
goes well, will return and release
u. II do not return, naturally you
not be released. And, for fear
mediate treachery, shall gag
and leave you, not here, but back
short distance, In the wood we inst
ssed And, because you are bray4-
n, and this thing may be less seri.
than l think it is, I give you my
I'd OF honor that IL you advise me
'rectly, l shall return and liberats
L."