South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-12-09

could not see Allen brakes
face clearly. but his voice held a dis
tinct of admiration as he answered
my explanation Of the police whls-
tie blasts.
My apologies to you, Miladl." he
said. "for calling you Simon Begree.
That gentleman. gifted as he was,
didn't understand the first rudimentS
Of slave driving. 1 shall fy at once.
But take care OF your self childi'
He passed me swiftly in the dark
ness. and 1 felt the comfadely touch
Of his hand upon my shoulder. And
then the sound of the racing car
thrown into gear and speeding back
over the wood road brought forcibly
to my mind the terrifying fact that
was alone in the woods. with a
helpless unconscious man, for
whom I could do nothing.
l dropped to my knees beside Tom
Chester, and put my fingers upon his
pulse in the absurd Impulse one Of
ten has TO go through the motions Of
medical aid when impOtent to prof
fer my real help The sound of his
voice, rational, though weak start
led me, until l realized that his un-
Consciousness had been but a tenn
pOrary faint brought on by the pain
in his leg
albright he ask
ed falterlngly.
Absolutely" l returned. trying to
make my voice cheerE-and reassur-
ing.
"Wasn't-Drake-here ?"
Yes answered unthinkingly.
He brought me back"
''Theh-yOu-are- hurt -" He
tried to raise himself. and fell back
with an agonized little moan. but
went on speaking as If something
we're driving him 10 utterance.
Did - you - fall - Off - n e.
wheel?'
mo. no" I returned Impatiently.
remembering that | had led him 20
believe had ridden his bicycle IN
pursuit Of Smith But something
went wrong with the tire at the
other end OF the road"-what an ac-
eomplished prevaricator was be-
coming,--''and Mr. Drake rushed
me back here. The motorcycle will
follow the Limousine with Smith ur-
Ill AZ Drake catches up TO them in
the racing car. And l saw Smith.
and heard him talk so the chain OF
evidence is complete. Now you must
rest until Or. Petit and my father
arrive Listen. They are coming
bark"
~ least / was not prevariCating
now. 1 told myself. rs Tom Chester.
with his spoken and unspoken quer-
res answered. relaxed against the
Car-cushiOu couch I had improvised
From down the road came the sound
Of racing motors and blowing horns.
and I rushed 20 the side or the road.
intent upon giving Dr. Petit all the
information concerning Tom Ches-
ter's injuries that | could before he
saw him. As I poured out my story
in a low voice. the physician and my
father Ieapsd 20 the ground and
came UP TO me.
What has happened 20 vou7''
they demanded. as II with one
voice and I realized that the car
lights were illuminating ms face
bruised with the fall from the back
OF Smiths limousine
'Sbc l. Right"
Never mind that" 1 said brus-
queiy. IL tell you later. Please come
20 ar. Chester at once. 1 think he
has broken his leg"
But daughter My fathers voice
was protesting. but Or. Petit inter-
rupted abruptly.
she IS right" ne said with de-
Cision. Her face can wait. Come
with me. both OF you. / shall need
you
lie had wrapped himself in his
professional authority. and my
father and I hurried In his wake TO
the side OF poor Tom Chester. But
evsn through the stress OF the min
u<ee which followed when my faith
or and I worked feverishiy under
the physicians guidance. while the
injured lad manfuliy tried to repress