The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-03-12

of Waziri lay, and though she knew
that only ruin and desolation marked
the spot where once her happy home
had stood, she hoped that by coming
to the broad plain she might eventual
ly reach one of the numerous WaZiri
villages that were scattered over the
surrounding country, or chance upon
rowing band of these indefatigable
huntsmen.
The day was half spent when there
broke Unexpectedly upon her startled
ears the sound of a rifle shot not far
ahead of her. AS she paused to listen.
this first shot was followed by another
and another. What could it mean?
AS the firing became less rapid she
caught the sound of mems voices,
though she could distinguish no words,
and she heard two men calling TO each
bother in loud tones. Then there was
long silence which was finally broken
by the stealthy padding of footballs on
the trail ahead of her, and in another
moment a man appe"red in view back
ing toward her, rifle in his hands,
and his eyes directed in careful watch
fulness along the way that he had
come.
Almost instantly Jane Clayton rec
Ognized the man as NJ. Jules Frecoult,
who so recently had been a guest in
her home. She was upon the point of
calling to him in glad relief when she
saw MIN leap quickly to one side and
hide himself in the thick verdure at
the trails side. 1t was evident that he
was being followed by an enemy, and
50 Jane Clayton kept silence, lest she
distract Frecoult's attention, or guide
his foe to his hiding place.
Scarcely had Trecoult hidden him
self than the figure of a white-robed
Arab crept silently along the trail in
pursuit. From her hiding place, Jane
Clayton could see both men plainly.
She recognized Achmet Eek as the
leader of the ruffians who had raided
her home and made her a prisoner.
and as she saw Frecouit, the supposed
friend and ally, raise his gun and take
careful aim at the Arab, her heart
stood still and every power of her soul
was directed upon a fervent prayer for
the accuracy of his aim.
Achmet Eek paused in the middle of
the trail, His keen eyes scanned every
bush and tree within the radius of his
vision. His tall figure presented per-
feet target to the perfidious assassin.
There was a sharp report, and little
puff of smoke arose from the bush
that hid the Belgian as Achmet Eek
stumbled forward and pitched, face
down, upon the trail.
As Werper stepped back into the
trail he was startled by the sound of
glad cry from above him, and as he
wheeled about to discover the author
Of this unexpected interruption, he
saw Jane Clayton drop lightly from a
nearby tree and run forward with out
stretched hands to congratulate him
upon his victory.
If the belgian had entertained any
doubts as to the woman's knowledge
of his part in the perfidious attack
upon her home and herself, it was
quickly dissipated by the genuine
friendship of her greeting. She told
him quickly of all that had befallen
her since he had departed from her
home, and as she spoke of the death
Of her husband her eyes We're yelled
by the tears which she could not re-
press.
81 am shocked" said Werper, in
well-simulated sympathy; but l am
not surprised. That devil there" and
he pointed toward the body of Achmet
Tex, has terrorized the entire coun-
try. Your Waziri are either exter-
minated or have been driven out of
their country, far to the south. Our
only nope lies in travelling northward
as rapidly as we may of coming to the
camp of the raiders before the knowl-
edge of Achmet Zek's death reaches
those who We're left there, and of OBJ
tanning through some ruse, an escort
toward the north. II is our only hope,
Lady Greystoke, and you must place
your entire faith in me if am to sue