The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1922-09-26
Continued

A glimpse of startled faces was all
they had. Jules touched the head
light switch and opened the exhaust.
Above the roaring OF the latter Ian
yard fancied he could hear faint
rafting sound. He looked back and
smiled grimly. Sharp, short flames of
orange and scarlet were stabbing the
darkness. Somebody had opened fire
with an automatic pistol ." Sheer
waste of ammunition!
The pace waxed terrific on q road,
like so many roads of France, ap'
parently interminable and straight.
And yet, long before the road turned,
Lanyard, staring astern as he Knelt
on the rear seat with arms crossed
on the folded top, saw the two white
eyes of the gray car swing into view
and start in pursuit Quick work, no
called It,
He crawIed forward and communi.
Gated his news.
Don't ease up unless you have
to-" he counseled; don't think we
dare give them an inch"
Back at his post of observation. he
NdLCntut AlUPlll6 tDa4Ai9N At'RVf "@tt@D
the car lunged and tore like mad
thing through the night. snoring up
grades, streaming down them. drum
ming across the levels. chattering
wildly through villages and hamlets.
His heart sank as minute succeeded
minute, mile followed mile. and ever
the lights Of the pursuing car, lost
TO sight from time to time. reappeared
with a brighter. fiercer glow, and con-
vjction forced itself home that they
were being gradually but surely over
hauled.
lie took this Intelligence to the ear
OF Jules. The chauffeur answered
only with a worried shake Of his head
that said too plainly he was doing
his best extracting every ounce of
power from the engine.
Less than 200 yards separated pur'
sued and pursuer as they raced out
through open fields once more. And
foot by foot this lead was being In.
exorably cut down.
In the seat beside the driver Of the
gray car a man rose and, stealing
himself by holding onto the wind
shield, poured out the contents Of an
automatic, presumably hoping to
puncture the tires OF the quarry. a
bullet bored a neat hole through the
windshield between the heads OF Lame
pelorrne and Jules. The woman slipped
down upon the floor and Jules
crouched over the wheel Lanyard
fingered his automatic but held its
FIRE
Instead. he turned 10 the lunch
hamper and opened il. In the bottom
Of the basket lay six pint bottles
Of Champagne, four Of them I'm.
opened. Lanyard took them to the
rear seat--and found the gray car
had drawn up to within fifty yards
of its prey. Making a pace better
than seventy miles per hour, il
would not dare swerve.
The first empty bottle broke to
one side, the second squarely be
tween the front wheels. He grasped
the first full bottle by the neck and
felt that It's weight promised more
accuracy. but ducked before attempt
ing to throw It as a volley OF shots
sought to discourage him. At the
first lulI he rose and cast the bot
tie with the overland action EN-.
ployed In grenade throwing. L
crashed fairly beneath the nearer for
word wheel Of the gray car, but
without effect The lead had been
abridged TO thirty yards; in two min
utes more K would be nothing
The fourth bottle went wild. but
the fifth exploded six inches in front
OF the oYside wheel and its Jagged
fragments ripped out the heart Of
the tire On the instant OF the &C
ccmpanyiug blowout the gray car
SHE'D Ike a frightened horse and
swerved of the road. hurting head
long into a clump OF trees The
subsequent crash was like the de
tonatlon OF a great bomb. Deep
shadows masked that tragedy beneath
the trees. Lanyard saw thu beam OF
the headlights lift and drill per
pendicularly into the zenith before It
was BACKED out.
He turned and yelled in the ear Of
Jules: SLOW down, Take your tlmel
They've quitr'
Lame Delorrne rose from her
cramped position on the floor.
What has become of them7"
Lanyard offered n vague gesture
%" tried to climb a tree" he re-
piled YEARLY. and dropping back on
the rear seat began to worry tho
cork out of the last pint bottle OF