Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-10-17
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Again the crimson ray of blood
appeared in the tragic history of
the Flaming Jewel. hat priceless
gem first stolen from the royal
casket of the
COUNTESS OF ESTHONIA by the
great international thief.
QUINTANA, and then stolen from
Q~uintana by
NIKE CLINCH. Clinch brought the
Flaming Jewel to his camp in the
Adirondacks, where he boarded it
for the education of his beautiful
step-daughter.
EVE STRAYER. Q%uintana appear
ed to recover the jewel. Also
bent on recovering the Jewel is
JAMES DARRAGH. going under
the name of
HAL SMITH. who intended to re-
store it to the countess.
Eve escapes from the savage
clutches of Q%uintana with a packet
which she thought contained the
jewel, but which contained only two
bars of chocolate. This packet is
stolen from her by two of Clinch's
men who went over TO Quintana.
One of them,
EARL LEVERETT, murders the
other,
JAKE KLOoN, for the false packet.
Hardly had Leverett concealed
the body in the woods when a
hand was placed on his shoulder.
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CHAPTER II
A coward dies many times before
Old Man Death really gets him.
The swimming minutes passed;
his mind ceased to live for a space.
Then, as through the swirling wa
tiers of the last dark whirlpool, a
dulled roar of returning conscious
ness filled his being.
Somebody was shaking him,
shouting at him. Suddenly instinct
resumed its function, and he strug-
gled madly to get away from the
edge of the sink-hole-fought his
way, blindly, through tangled I'M
dergrowth toward the hard ridge.
No human power could have block
ed the frantic creature thrashing
toward solid ground.
But there Q%uintana held him in
his wiry grip.
Fool! Mule! Grace fellow! What
you do. Ell? For why you make
jumps like rabbits! Eth? You expec'
Quintana? Yes? Alors!"
Leverett, in a state of collapse,
sagged back against an oak tree.
Q~uintana's nervous grasp fell from
his arms and they swung, dangling.
What you do by that pond-hole?
Eth? / come and touch you, and,
my Godi-one would think 1 have
stab you. Such an asst"
The sickly greenish hue changed
in Leverett's face as the warmer
tide stirred from its stagnatism. He
lifted his head and tried to look at
where Jake Kloon?" demanded
the latter.
At that the weasel wits of the
trap-robber awoke to the instant
crisis. Blood and pulse began to
jump. He passed one dirty hand
over his mouth to mask any witch
Ing.
where my packet, Ell? ;" inquired
Quintana.
"Jake's got It." Leverett's voice
was growing stronger. His small
switched for an instant toward
his rife, where it stood against a
behind Quintana.
Where is he, then, this Jake 2"
repeated Q~uintana impatiently.
HE got begged"
I Begged? What is that, them"
Z He got into a sink-hole."
? what"
sThat's all / know" said Leverett
sullen1y. Him and me was travelin'
nell-bent to meet up with you I
Jake, he was for a short cut to {
Drowned Valley-but no. seq ], ]
gimme a good hard ridge an a long !
1etoor when there's sink-holes into
the woods" {
What is It the talk you talk to l
asked Quintana. whose per- {
picked features began to darken. ]
Where is it, my packet?"
I'm tellin' you, amt I?' retorted s
other, raising a voice now shriII /
with the strain of this new crisis
rushing so Unexpectedly upon him.: s
II heard Jake give a holler. What
the helPs the trouble?' I yelIs. Then
he lets out q heller, Save me!' he {
screeehes. I'm into a sink-hole! The
Guicksand's got me- SEE he. So I
drop my rifle, 1 did-there she
against that birch sapling!-
Rnd I run down into them there
pitcher-plants. !
"'Whar be yer I yells. Then I
listens, and don't hear nothin' only