Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-12-17
The Flyers
Trophy
By HAROLD SINCLAIR

g. 1921 western Newspaper Unioa-)
I'm afraid that pretty sister Of
yours viii never see my much vaunt-
Ell trophy" said Elwyn Moore. air
man.
She's. got TO- l promised her
!, wrote her all about it. and you. Sc
brace up. old man. Take your pick.
The long Srick-south The short
slIck-east. Choose"
IL was an impressive scene and an
unusual one. Upon a broad plateau
Ia the heart Of the North Carolina
mountains rested the moBoplane Vic
tor. The two expert birdmen had
just carried of the honors in an aero
meet at Savannah They designed q
trip 10 the home OF Nelson Barton
in Delaware where his father and his
sister awaited them. Now, In a flight
over desoate Well nigh uninhabited
country the Juice" had given out and
the Vlctor was stalled" Gasoline
must b. found or the machine aban,
doned.
Barton hid all but the ends OF two
twigs in his hand Moore drew the
long one-south Barton started east
with the laughing boast that he would
be back first with the needful fuel for
I the engine.
Il was nightfall when Barton toiled
slowly down q winding yaIley-lost
This IS getting pretty desperate.
decided Barton. "Ah. at iast-a light"
Suddenly loud shouts and then shots
In the distance attracted his attention
Following the same great lurid glow
sprang up across the eastern horizon.
"A fire - exclaimed Barton. and he
started toward H. A terrific hubbut
+ increased as he advanced.
A woman. clasping a little babe close
TO her breast. and holding her by the
hand dragged little girl sobbing pitt.
+ fully with fright and WEAKNESS.
my good woman" spoke Barton,
what Is the troubled"
"Oh. sir we are lost, The DOllivars
are making a raid. They have burned
our houses
Barton got the three refugees int
Z q NhASE AtaA H6A6 q put Va q u0EsC0
rough men armed and carrying torch
IS pass them By. Then there were
more shots and shouts and a new
lurid glare crossed the sky.
III IS our home" mourned the won
an. "Oh. sir, help US.
+ 'My husband and his band are in g
refuge camp twenty miles south OF
here" explained the woman.
The woman. carrying the babe anC
leading the way, Barton with the little
/ girl in his arms, they started on
/ fOrlorn tramp.
I'VE are almost there" announced
! the woman nearly four hours later as
/ they started down a tortuous gap In
the mountains. There is the glow OF
+ their camp fire. Oh, am so glad, Sc
thankful to you" And then with the
+ words she sank to the grass and
swOoned dead away.
Twenty steps brought the aviator in
+ full view Of the outlaw camp. A vivid
picture halted. appalled, him. group
OF men were gathered near a camp
fire, and over branch Of a great tree
I close at hand ran a rope. One end
encircled the neck Of a man with
arms and feet tightly bound
why Why, Why" shouted out
Nelson Barton in three tones of rising
horror. lit is my friend, my partner
Eiwyn Moore. Stop. Stop!" he
/ screamed rushing forward and wav.
ing his arms wildly.
Half a dozen rifles covered him.
whats thisf' fercely challenged
the outlaw chief.
/ This IS my friend" proceeded Bar.
ton, pointing to Moore.
"Oh. maybe you're another detec
I tive. ehF' demanded the outlaw.
Detective? Why, we are airmen."
Suddenly the outlaw turned. The
little girl had followed Barton.
MARY. little Mary!" gasped the
outlaw How did you come here?"
Il brought her." said Barton quick.
ly; your wife and baby, too They
are back near the spring The Dolli'
vars have raided your homes and"
A cry OF rage went up from the
rough crowd. The strangers were fOl
a moment forgotten.
The outlaw chieftsin came back &c
the camp fire with tears In his eyes
and gentle as lamb Instantly
+ Moore was released. He overwhelmed
Barton with thanks. He learned the
real mission Of the aviators in that
forbidden district.
-Four Of you" he shouted to his
men. get to Shelbyville as fast as you
can. and bring back fifty gallons OF
gasoline"
ASH him To give me my trophy
whispered Moore to his friend
Your trophy
Yes. It's been q target fastened to
that tree yonder.'
The trophy, plus one deep bullet
dent. was returned to It's owner With
apologies