The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1919-09-25

give you a chance to earn a little
coin. I'll be across the street. If
you get the right parties I'll give you
the high sign, and If you drop them
over the cliff there'l be a thousand
dollars In it for you. You know me-"
you're all right and a good Teller.
But what chance is there that these
birds will fly along this way?" The
Spider winked knowingly.
ever hear of such a thing as a
telegraph line, Bile"
Seems to me I onct read Of one,
Spider. Why?"
"Well, there's one Of them lines
running back to the town where they
was to board the train, and there's an
agent there that is supposed to answer
honest questions. That ought to be
enough for you. Now I'll beat II
across the way to that saloon and 1t
you land them in your cab, stop there
a moment for your slice Of the COIN"
Without saying more he walked In
the direction he had indicated.
AS the 4 o'clock train drew into the
depot, John and Ethel stepping from
their car, found themselves confronted
by q respectful hammered chauffeur
who pointed to his cab and begged
their patronage.
"Might as we'll take you as any
one, 1 suppose" said John, assisting
the girl into the conveyance. "Take
us to the Mackenzie" He seated him
self beside his companion.
Across the street in front Of the
saloon In which the Spider was hid
den, the driver stopped his machine
"Just a moment, lady and gent" he
called to them as he crossed the
sidewalk toward the door of the place,
"Tve got to leave a message here fol
a friend, then I'll be on the way
Not liking the actions Of the other
Davis, arising in his seat, found him
self able to see above the low swing
ing door of the saloon. Within the
interior he could make out the form
of their driver in earnest conversation
with a man whose back was toward
them and whom he could not recog-
nize. A moment later he saw the
stranger pass the chauffeur a large
wad of money, whereupOn the latter
at once returned to the machine and
began driving them away at a high
rate Of speed. Rendered somewhat
suspicious from. what he had seen
but not wishing to alarm Ethel, Davis
said nothing but kept his eyes closely
glued upon the man in front. Sud
denly John burst forth, tapping on
the window to attract the attention OF
the one who drove.
sHere, you! This is not the way
to the Mackenzie. Stop this machine"
The only reply of the one at the wheel
was to step harder upon the accel.
orator. John grasped the girl by the
arm.
II believe the man is mad. He's
heading us straight for the bluff. Get
out of here-quick ]" Opening the
door he stepped forth and stood upon
the running board, holding Ethel firm.
~ as he glanced ahead. Close beyond
was the almost sheer descent of the
bluff, and upon it the machine was
charging with the speed of a running
horse. With but a moment remain
ing Davis hesitated no longer. Rails
ing the girl in his arms he sprang.
By good luck they landed in a
hedge, arising a moment later unhurt,
The cab, now a short distance ahead
Of them, was swerving sharply into
the fence which guarded the bluff,
and even as they looked they saw the
driver leap from his seat and alight
safely upon the ground. The next
instant the cab had crashed through
the fence and gone over the edge, to
be smashed into kindling wood below.
Davis started toward the rascal who
had attempted to murder them, his
blood boiling with rage.
Staring at the approaching n as
though confronted by a ghost, the as