The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1929-12-13

have wept.
Lees face - the face Of 3
young god, had . white, anxi-
Gus solemnity. Il read that
you said you could find her"
Yes, Guy had said this.
They, used the statement
against him. They said he
KNEW where Pat and the
child were hidden.
1--WE Q plane and an air
mail pilot. We can start Inn
naediately. Which Of all the
Tumors would you follow"
Which, indeed Where in
All the trackleSs heavens was
the clue7 Guy had torn him
self TO pieces with the harrow
ing query. Ali week rumors
had flown about. From the
south, from north, from the
valleys and the mountains
came hot tips of stranded
planes and runaway planes.
The snow capped SierraS
were searched and q thousand
miles Of grazing land were
Con1bed because q cattleman
had heard q plane flying In
the dark that Monday night.
All the airways of the skies
were tracked. The lost girl and
the kidnapped child were swal-
lowed In iHnpenetrable mystery.
Where now should one look?
These. two, who would have
given UP their lives for Pat,
stood helpless, staring into the
bitter silence which had closed
upon the girl.
Said Guy, slowly, Il could
only do what all the others
have done. Fly blind and
pray. ! think I COULD find
her. But it's madness it's
desperation that makes me feel
that. There's one REAL hope.
Pat could use the radio. Send
a call. everywhere. Ask If any
remote station, II any amateur
anywhere, has picked up an
SOS signed Pat I told
them TO be on the watch for
this. They say no word has
come. But try-try that again.
II Pat Is In the plane; If she
can reach the radio, she'll call.
I KNOW she wilIV
He leaned against the bars
and watched Lee Tenlpleton go
with that young boyish reassur-
ing smile. He looked so young,
so beautifully clean and young.
God" whispered Guy, "let
him find herI"
Again and again Guy visioned
Pats face In that moment Of
terror when she would have
learned that another and not
he drove the plane. He grew
weak, sensing her panic. Eight
days she had suffered this. God.
what those eight days might
have nneanti
How she must have watched
the skies, how her heart must
have jumped II she heard in
the distance the whirr Of
planes. Had any Of the hun
dred rescue ships flown near to
Pats prison? Had they. per-
hapg, sailed just overhead, and
not seeing her., sailed away
again?
This was another Of his cruel
torturing dreams. He lived in
imagination the anguish Pat
must be enduring.
Her actual fate was merci-
fully kept even from his raw
aged heart.
In the raocniight's delicate
silver, Pat had seen the treetops
and the dim. blue Outline of
the hills. For q moment in
this same poetic light she bad
locked In q mans face. The
next instant the black pipe In
his clenched fist whanged on
her forehead.
"A night in which she knew
nothing; vague hours when she
tired to beat a way up from
this pool Of throbninG, unbear-
able pain.
Darkness, pain and q rushing
undercurrent Of fear. This
fear, even in her semiconSciCus.
ness, came Storming and warm
against her mind. It sucked
her down.
She felt herself struggling to
get free. On the borderline Of
thought she kept dropping back:
down and down into this black
pool of fright.
Voices came to her and ,a
muffled stirring to and froa
vague conarnotion. Suddenly
with flaming Panic, Pat, was
aware OF herself and of others
...of two men moving about
very near to her.
A voice said: Better give
her another Whit"
Don't need to. She's COM
pletely out."
Pat lay perfectly stills The
men opened the door Of the
cabin. They brought In cans
and stacked them. They went
out.
Pat opened her eyes. There
YVES q dim, nebulous light-the
first light Of dawn. She saw
the men moving IN this-swift,
= silent, ghostly.
With choking heart, Pat won.