Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-10-31

things beneath them, amid the un-
Expected din of the wings and the
cnginc, in the immensely of the
Esky, in the infinity of the horizon,
his eyes sought nothing but that,
and his ears admitted no other
sound than the hum of the invis-
lible car. His were the mighty and
brutal sensations of the hunter
chasing his game. He was the
bird Of prey whom the distraught
[quarry has no chance of escaping.
Nogent-le- Rotrou, LIE Ferte-
Bernard, LIE Mans. Il.
The two companions did not ex-
change a single word. Before
him Perenna saw Davanne's
broad back and powerful neck
and shoulders. But, by bending
his head a little, he saw the
boundless space beneath him and
nothing interested him but the
white ribbon of road that ran
from town to town and from vii
lage to village, at times quite
straight, as though a hand had
stretched it, and at others lazily
winding, broken by a river OF a
church.
On this ribbon, at some place
always closer and closer, were
Florence and her abductor!
He never doubted it! The yell
low taxi was continuing it's pa
tient and plucky little effort. Mile
after mile, through plains and viii
lagos, fields and forests, it was
making Anglers, with Les Points
de-Drive after, and, right at the
END of the ribbon, the unattain-
able goal: Nantes, Saint azaire,
the steamer ready to start, and
Victory for the scoundrel. ..|
He laughed at the idea. As. if
there could be a question of any
victory, the victory of the falcon
over its prey, the victory of the
flying bird over the game that
runs afoot! Not for a second did
he entertain the thought that the
enemy might have skunk away by
taking another road.
There are some certainties that
Iare equivalent to facts. And this
one was SO great that it seemed
Ito him that his adversaries were
obliged to comply with it. The car
was travelling along the road to
Nantes. 1t would cover an aver
Iage Of 20 miles an hour. And
as he himself was travelling at the
|rate of go miles, the encounter
would take place at the spot
named, Les Ponts-de-D Drive, and
1.-THE hour named, IL o'clock.
A cluster of houses, a huge
lcastle, towers, .steeples: Anglers.
Don Luis asked Davanne the
time. It was 10 minutes to IL.
Already Anglers was a vanished
vision. Once more the open coun-
TRY, broken up with many colored
fields. Through it all, q road.
And, on that road, q yellow
motor.
The yellow motor The brute's
Inotork The motor with Florence
lLevasseuf!
DON Luis's joy contained no
k~s1Tpxise. He knew 90 well that
lthis was bound 70 happen.
Devanne turned round and
Earia6.
"TAat.1 the enc, isn't iti''
Yes &c straight for thea"
The aiEship dipped through
fspses md caught up the car al
tmoa ct once. Then Davanne
tlpWs6 his engine and kept at six
fhnndfsd feet shove the car and 4
little way behind.
From here, they. made ont all
the asteias. The driver was-seated
on the left. He wore 4 gray cap
with . black peak. Il was one Of
the deep yellow taxis Of the Com
Ipagpiss des Csmgtes. Il was the
they were pursuing.
4AhAsHfor9ace was inlide with her
lAban9Aorypas Il We rsss-
81 lasta' Thought Dr. Ilnk.
'EsIsh8vs sbsml .s.s an. ii
They flew for some time. Keen