The Bingham County news. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1918-1930, 1923-04-13
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Monsieur de .JuSSac pushed his way
out through the brambles and re.
| gained the open air. The three police
men together were converging towards
the spot.
Another cave there!" cried Inspec.
tor Arkwright. 81 thought so. This
way, Panke"
De Jussac halted before the en-
trance, and, selecting a cigarette from
his case, lit 1t deliberately.
"You may save yourself the trouble,
Inspector" he said amiably. '"Thers
| Is nothing here"
Arkwright hesitated.
"Are you certain?" he said, coming
forward again.
81 have proved It," said Bertrand,
"at much expense to my skin. Curse
these briars!'
GAIL right" said Arkwright turning
away; "push on and search the other
end, Panke No use wasting time
here. think we're on FOOLS errand
after ALL"
The three police passed out Of sight
round the bend Of the pits. There
was long pause. Aimee's face peersd
cautiously through the branmbles.
"What a fearful liar you are, VI
comte !' she said with mingled re-
morse and admiration.
Bertrand, without turning bowed
gravely.
81 do my best" he murmured, "in
defense Of a lady with such a genius
for getting into difficulties. But let
me beg Of you to remain where you
are"
"Are the police out Of sightr said
Aimee eagerly.
"For the present, yes. They are
away round the corner-all three. But
they may come back"
A moments silence followed the
warning. Then the brambles parted,
and the Flying Sphinx came thrusting
through. Kate was beside 1t, her
hands gripping the bars, her face
white and strained, her teeth tight set.
She gave swift glance to either side,
and began to run the machine down
the slope.
De Jussac with an amazed excla-
nation turned to intercept her. He
found a hand OBTAINING him; Aimee
had gripped him by the arm.
LET her go!" said Aimee breath
lessly. LET her go"
Name Of a namer" said Bertrand
blankly. But he obeyed. There was
little choice. Already Calamity Kate
was we'll down the slope, running be-
side the free-wheeling Sphinx that gath
cred more and more impetus by it's own
weight. The dizziness with which
the woman steered it between the
clumps of bushes was astounding.
"She hasn't a dogs chance" said
Aimee with gulp, "but what chance
there is-let her take It,"
"a nation of sportsmen quoi"
murmured Bertrand with paralyzed
air. He glanced to the left, where
the police had disappeared round the
shoulder of the bluff. There was still
no sign of them. Kate, reaching the
trodden path at the bottom, turned
sharp to the right and swung herself
into the saddle.
ut Is ones duty to stop her." said
Bertrand, twisting his mustache in
perplexity. "But-one does not hunt |
woman"
shell never get started on that
ground" said Aimee.
The engine fired, stopped fired |
again-the wheels threw up spirits of
sand, then getting onto harder ground |
the machine ran swiftly ahead with
the faint pulsing whirr that was the
Sphinx's song Of triumphant progress.
She shot forward much too fast, and
was only just controlled In time.
No other cycle than the Sphinx
could have made good over such
ground; no other could have sailed
80 efficiently and noiselessly up the
steep path through the gap towards
the higher ground at the far end. 1t
was wonderful exhibition Of riding.
As the fugitive sped by, Billy, stand
ing on guard beside the captive Jake.
turned and stared In petriffed amaze
nent.
Jake raised himself to a sitting pO-
yition on the gate, and stared. too.
He uttered q hoarse cry-aimost a
cheer.
The Sphinx and fits rider breasted
he crest Of the rise, staggered, and
,aiIed away out Of view.
CHAPTER XIV
Two of Kind.
Aimee gave little gurgle Of excite
nent as the Sphinx vanished.
"She's away! And 1 don't believe