Evening journal., 1922-09-27
CONTINUED From Our Last Issue)


headlight switch and opened the ex'
haust. Above the roaring OF the lat
ter Lanyard fancied he could hear
faint rafting sound. He looked
back and smiled grimly. sharp
short flames OF orange and scarle
were stabbing the darkness. Some
body had opened fire with an au-
tomato pistol -. Sheer waste Of
ammunitionl
The pace waxed terrific on road
like so many roads OF France. APP
parently interminable and straight
And yet, long before the road turn
ed. 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, he called II.
He crawled forward and commun-
icated his news.
Don't ease up unless you have
to-" he counseied; 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
mad thing through the night,
snoring 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 convic-
ton forced itself home that they
were being gradually but surely
overhauled.
He took this intelligence 70 the
ear of Jules. The chauffeur an
swered 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 three hundred yards
separated pursued and pursuer as
they raced out through open fields
once more. And foot by foot this
lead was being ineYorably 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 LANE Delorme 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 II. In the bottom
Of the basket lay six pint bottles /
of champagne, four OF them un-
opened. Lanyard took them TO the /
rear seat--and found the gray car
had drawn up to within fifty yards
Of It's prey. Making a pace better |
han seventy miles per hour. II |
would not dare swerve.
The first empty bottle broke 10
ono side, the second squarely be- :
tween the front wheels. He grasped
he first full bottle by the neck and
lelt that its 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. II
crashed fairly beneath the nearer
forward wheel OF the gray car. but
without effect. The lead had been
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 ac-
companying blowout the gray car
SHE'D like n frightened horse and
swerved of the road hurtling head
long into a clump OF trees. The
subsequent crash was like the de-
.onation OF a great bomb. Deep Z
shadows masked that tragedy be-
meath the trees. Lanyard saw the s
beam of the headlights lift and drill
perpendiculariy into the zenith be-
fore II was BACKED out
He turned and yelled In the ear OF
Iules; "Slow down. Take your
Incl They've quit.
Lame Delorme rose from her /
'ramped position on the floor a
Wnat mas become or themg"
Lanyard offered a vague gesture. q
tried to climb a tree" he re-
lied YEARLY. and dropping back on
he rear seat began 10 worry the ]
'ork out Of the last pint bottle OF ]
d
He reckoned he had earned a q
rink II anybody ever had. {
CHAPTER XVIII.
Buccanecring In Mode.
Ten minutes after their arrival in y
'herbourg, LANE, Lanyard and 4
ules had darted up a gangplank TO
he main deck of a small steam YES i
Ell, excessively neat and smart.
Lanyard stopped short with his c.
and on the mahogany handrail. q
Il say. Lianel haven't we STUN e
led into the wrong pew This IS a a