The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1922-12-24


they had. Jules touched the headlight
switch and opened the exhaust. Above
the roaring OF the latter Lanyard fan
cied he could hear a faint rafting sound
lie looked back and smiled grimly.
Sharp. short flames of orange and scar
let were stabbing the darkness. Some
body had opened fire with an automatic
pistol. Sheer waste of ammunition.
The pace grew terrific On a road, like
10 many roads OF France. apparently
userminable and straight. And yet, long
before the road turned. Lanyard, star.
ing astern as he knelt OF 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 it
He crawled forward and communicat.
ed the news.
Don't ease up unless you have TO"
he counseled; don't think VT dare
give them an inch
Back al his post Of observation, he
watched. hoping against hope, while the
car lunsed and tore like a mad thing
through the night. snoring up grades.
screaming dow them. drumming across
the levels. Gathering wildly through vii
lagos m hamietS. Ills heart sank as
minute succeeded minutes, mile followed
mile. and ever The lights Of the PURSUE
ing car. los Il sight from tim, 10 time.
reappeared with a brighter, liercor glow,
and conviction forced Itself hum that
they wcre being gradually o~ycrhuuled.
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 three hundred yards scpa-
rated pursued and pursucr as they rae
cd out through open fields once more.
And foot by foot this lead was being in
cxorably cut down.
In the seat beside the driver of the
gray car u man rose and, stcadying
himself by holding onto the windshield,
poured out the contents Of an automat'
ic, presumably hoping to puncture the
tires Of the quarry. A bullet bored a
neat hole through the Windshield be
tween 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 ham
per and opened il. In the bottom os the
basket lay six pint bottles OF cham.
payne, four of them unopened. Ian
ward took them 10 the real seat-and
found the gray car drawn up to within
fifty yards Of its prey. Making a pace
better than seventy five miles per hour
it would not dare swerye.
The first empty bottle broke TO one
side. the second squarely between tho
front wheels. He grasped the first full
bottle by the neck and felt that IFS
weight promised more accuracy, but
ducked before attempting TO throw IL.
as a volley of shots sought to discour-
age him. At the first lull he rose and
east the bottle with the overhead action
employed IN grenade throwing. II crash
ed fairly beneath the nearer forward
wheel Of the gray car. but without cf-
feet. The lead had been abridbed TO
thirty yards; in two minutes more II
would be nothing.
The fourth bottle went wild. but the
fifth exploded six inches in front of
The offside wheel and It's jagged frag-
menis ripped out the heart OF the tire.
on the instant Of the acocIrp anying
blowout the gray ear SHE'D like q frigh-
tened horse and swervcd off the road
hurting headlong into a clump of trees.
The subsequent crash was like The de
~ton6tlon u a great bomb. Deep shadows
masked that tragedy beneath III, trees.
Lanyard saw the beam OF the headlights
lit and drill perpendicularly into the
zenith before II was BACKED out.
He turned and yelled In Tho ear of
Jules: Slow down! Take your time,
They've quit"
Lame Delorme rose from her cr1mped
position on the floor.
What has become Of them
Lanyard offered a vague gesture
tried TO climb a tree, he replied wear.
lily. and dropping back on the rear seat
began TO worry the cork out OF the last
pint OF champagne.
lie reckoned he had earned "A drink
II anybody ever had.
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