Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-03-10

n00 uttered WOIUs !.
held all Of them unprotestingly u its
grip. Even Frederic kept his peace,
though from time to time his glance
roved about, seeking Jane. and Al
ways in his eyes vas q strange louk'
not of defeat, nor Of shame. but ratn,
er Of exultant triumph. Jane still
dared not trust herself to look IN ms
direction, but Fleck and Carter. TOO,
observed curtously the expression ~
his eyes. Was he. they wondered. re-
joicing over Deans untimely END!
Did Ne, with true Prussian arrogance,
in spite Of the failure Of his plot, still!
dare to hope that with Dean out OF
the. way, he might escape punishment
and yet win Jane Strong? Even as
they picked him up, the last or tne
prisoners, and put him in the rear
seat Of the chiefs car, his eyes sui
sought for Jane.
It was long after midnight before
the strange cavalcade left noun
tain shack. F1eck's care led the
way. with the chief himself at the
wheel. and Jane beside him: Crowd.
ed on the rear seat were Frederic n
two other prisoners. and standing IN
the tonneau. facing them with his re-
volver drawn in case they should
make an attempt to escape in spite of
their shackles, was Fleck's chauHeur.
Carter was at the wheel OF the sec
ond car with. five prisoners and a man
on guard. and the arrangement IN the
third care was the same. Six men
and a girl to transport thirteen pris-
oners! Inwardly Fleck was con-
graduating himself on his fore
thought in having provided shackles
enough to go around. for otherwise ne
surely would have had a perilous job
on his hands.
AS they rode down the mountain
lane, Jane rejoiced at the darkness
that hid her face. both from Fleck
and from Frederic on the seat be-
hind. Now that there was no activi-
ty to distract her maddentng thoughts
her brain. She loved this man. and
she was leading him to disgrace and
death. She hated and despised him.
He was a treacherous, dangerous
enemy of her country whom she had
helped to trap, and she was glad,
glad. Hlad. No. no! She wasn't glad.
She loved him. He had given her
that sealed packet and had charged
her to keep it for him. He couldn't
be all bad. Why must she love MIN?
Her mind told her he was a criminal,
an enemy. a spy. a murderer. yet her
wilful heart insisted that she loved
him. How strange life was! She
and Frederic loved each other. Why
could they not marry and be happy?
Why vas War? Why must nations
fight? Why must people hate each
other? Was the whole world mad?
Was she going mad herself?
Slowly and carefully. Fleck, with
his lights on full, had steered the au-
through the woods. He had just
turned the car safely into the main
road. and stopped to look back to Sc.
how closely the other cars were fol-
lowing. Suddenly from the wayside a
dozen men in uniform sprang up, the
CLINT OF their guns made visible b,
the automobile lights.
Halt" cried a voice Of authority.
The n glimpse he had caught O.
the. uniform had conveyed to F1eck
the welcome fact that the party sur
rounding him were Americans
cavalry troopers.
Chief Fleck." he announced, by
way Of Identification: who are
your"
A tall figure in officers clothes
peered into F7eck's face.
Thank God. Chief" he said, "that
it's you" .~
Colonel Brook-white," cried F1eck
IN amazement. recognizing the voice
as that Of one of the officers in charge
OF the British Governments Intelli-
gence Service in America. What are
you doing here?"
Trying. to round up some bally
German spiea,' explained Brook.
I've beaten you to it,. cried F7eck
with a note Of triumph in his tone.
I've got them all here in shackles."
Good" said Brook-White delight
edly. Il was fearful I'd be too late
There was delay in getting a message
to me. AS soon as l had it, I tried
to reach you and couldn't. I dared
not wait gut dashed up here in my
car. I knew there were some Ameri-
can troopers camped near here, and ]
persuaded the commander to detail
some OF his men to help me. Did you
really capture the Hon chap, old OF.
to 2"
Hes better than Captured" said
Fleck. Hes lying dead back there
GOOD" cried Brook-white. "He
was internally dangerous according tc
my advices-but Captain Seymour
where is he? 6 Wasn't he workine
with you?"
Captain SEYMOUR" cried FlecA
J. HSVcE HcdfO OF
him. Who's Captain SEYMOUR"
Hes one of my chaps" explained
Brook-White. Wasn't it he who
steered you up here?"
II should say not" said Fleck EN-.
phatically.
Good Lord" cried the British col.
onel excitedly. You don't suppose
those bloody Boches got him at thu
all he's been through? J
hope he's safe"
Don't worry, Colonel Brook
White" came the calm voice Of Fred
eric Hon from the rear seat. "Chie,
Fieck has me here safe in shackle.
with the other prisoners,
God" cried Fleck. in astonishe6
perplexity. SIS Frederic Hoff, a Brit
isher-one of your men?"
Rather" said Brook-White. "Chie,
Flick. may I present Captain 81,
Frederic Seymour, of the Royal Kent,
ish Dragons"
But F1eck was too busy just then Il
heed the introduction, or to pay at
tention to the muttered "Donnerwct.
ters' OF Indignation That burst from
the lips of his other prisoners.
Jane Strong had tainted dead avn,
against his shoulder.
Continued in tomorrow
Evenings Herald.
"H0IlSEKEEpEP ,v,,+