Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-09-26
Continued from Our Last Issue


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 Lam
yard fancied he could hear a faint
rafting sound. He looked back and
smiled grimly. Sharp, short flames
OF orange and scarlet were stabbing
the darkness. Somebody had opened
ire with an automatic pistol . .
Sheer waste of ammunition!
The pace waxed terrific or a road,
like so many roads of France, APP
parently interminable and straight.
And yet, long before the road turned,
Lanyard, staring astern as he knelt
on the rear seat with arms crossed
or the folded top, saw the w white
eyes of the gray a swing into
view and start in pursuit. Quick
work. he called it.
He crawled forward and commun-
icated 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 watched, hoping against hope.
while the car lunged and tore like
a mad thing through the night,
snorting up grades, screaming down
them, drumming across the levels,
gathering wildly through villages
and hamlets. His heart sank as
minute succeeded minute, mile fol-
lowed mile, and ever the lights of
the pursuing car, lost to sight from
time to time, reappeared with a
brighter, fiercer glow and conviction
forced itself home that they were
being gradually but surely over
hauled.
He took this intelligence to the
ear of Jules. The chauffeur an
swered only with a worried shake of
his head that said toe plainly he was
doing his best extracting every
ounce of power from the engine.
Less than three hundred yards
separated pursued and pursuer as
they raced out through open fields
once more. And foot by foot this
lead was being inexorably cut down.
In the seat beside the driver OF
the gray car a man rose and, steady
ing himself by holding onto the
windshield, 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 Delorme and Jules. The
woman slipped down upon the floor
and Jules crouched over the wheel.
Lanyard fingered his automatic but
held it's fire.
Instead, he turned to the lunch
hamper and opened it. In the bottom
of the basket lay six pint bottles
of champagne, four of them I'M
opened. Lanyard took them to the
ear seat-and found the gray car
had drawn up to within fifty yards
of it's prey. Making a pace better
than seventy miles per hour, II
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 lull he rose and cast the bot
tie with the overland action EN-
ployed in grenade throwing. L;
crashed fairly beneath the nearer
forward wheel of the gray car, but
without effect. The lead lac beer
abridged to thirty yards; in two min
utes more it would be nothing.
The fourth bottle went wild, but
the fifth exploded six inches in front
of the offside wheel and its jagged
fragments ripped out the heart OF
the tire. On the instant of the &C
companying blowout the gray car
SHE'D like a frightened horse and
swerved off the road, hurting head
long into a clump of trees. The
subsequent crash was like the de-
donation of a great bomb. Deep
shadows masked that tragedy be
meath the trees. Lanyard saw the
beam of the headlights lift and drill
perpendicularly into the zenith be-
fore it was BACKED out.
He turned and yelled in the ear OF
Jules: "Slow down! Take your time!
They've quit!"
Lame Delorme rose from her
cramped position on the floor.
"What has become of them?"
Lanyard offered a vague gesture
49,. tried to climb a tree" he "e-
Piled YEARLY, and dropping back on
the real seat began to worry the
cork out of the last pint bottle oil
champagne.
He reckoned he had earned q
rink if anybody ever had.
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