Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-04
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! eign spies sinking about Brook
! hollow; the seriousness with Which
| this young girl took herself and her
missions; her amateur attempts al
! murder: her solemn mention of the
| Turkish emb2sSy-all these excited
| his sense of tn" humorous. And
| again inCredulity CTCpt in; and pres
entity he found himself humming IT.
wins immortal Kaiser refrain:
"Hi-lee. Hi-loo.
Der Winds dey blow
JOoSt like die watch am Rhine.
IND vet ISIS mine belongs to nee,
Ind Vot is yours ISIS mine."
There came a knock at his door,
he rose and opened it, suppOsing Ii
TO be the porter; and was seized il
/ the powerful grasp of two men and
jcriIed into the dark corridor.
One of them had closed his
mouth with gloved hand, crushing
him with an iron grip around the
neck; the other caught his legs and
lifted him bodily: and, as they slung
him between them, his startled eyes
caught sight Of Use Dumont enter
ing his drawing-room.
1t was silent. fierce struggle
through the corridor to the front
platform of the vestibule train; il
took both men to hold, overpoWer and
completely master him; but they
tried to do this and, at the same time,
lift the trap that diSclOseS the car
steps. And could not manage it.
The instant Neeland realized what
they were trying to do. he OWNED
their shocking intention in regard to
himself, and the struggle became ter
rible there in the sWaying vestibule.
Twice he nearly got at the auto
matte pistol in his breast pocket, but
could not quite grasp it. They
slammed him and thrashed him
around between them, apparently de-
termined to open the trap, fling him
from the train, and let him take his
chances with the wheels.
Then, of a sudden, came a change
in the fortunes of war; they were
trying to drag him over the chain
sagging between the forward mail
car and the Pullman, when one of
them caught his foot on it and STUN
bled backward, releasing Neeland'S
right arm. In the same instant he
drove his fist into the face of his 9TH
err assailant so hard that the mans
head jerked backward as though his
neck were broken, and he fell fiat on
his back.
down for the single stop between AL
bany and New YOrk-Hudson. Nee
land got out his pistol and pointed
it Shakily at the man who had fallen
backward over the chain.
Jump" he painted. Jump quick"
The man needed no other warning;
he opened the trap, scrambled and
wriggled down the mail car steps,
and was off the train like a snake
from a sack.
The other man, bloody and CHASTITY
white, crept under the chain after his
companion. He was a Well-built,
good-looking man of forty, with blue
eyes and a golden beard all over
blood. He seemed sick from the ter
rife blow dealt him; but as the train
had almost stopped, Neeland pushed
him off with the fiat of his foot.
Drenched in persDiration, dishevel-
led. bruised, he slammed both traps
and ran back into the dark corridor.
and met Use Dumont coming out Of
his stateroom carrying the olive-wooG
box.
His appearance appeared to stupefE
her; he took the box from her with
out resistance, and pushing her back
into the stateroom. locked the door.
Then, still savagely excited, and