Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-05-19

fail to arrive, there will be a thous-
and devils to pay!"
A queer little figure on bicycle
came peddling across from the House.
"Well, you are saved one decision,
anyway" Matresser declared. Heres
the DOCTOR"
Andrews stopped beside them,
breathing heavily.
Hospital case for fortnight" he
gasped. "Has a dozen small shot in
side him-one or two very near the
heart-will be operated on tomor-
row."
"After that" Matresser said, turn
ing to the pilot, "there is no alterna-
tive" The latter buttoned up his coat
without further demur. In moment
or two Matresser settled down in the
seat by his side. The motor was al
ready humming quietly. They were
off!
The stars were beginning to pale
with the coming of dawn when the
stony figure by Matresser's side sud-
denly broke the long silence. He
lifted the front of his helmet and a
shout of triumph broke from his lips.
eve have won!" he cried. eve are
there! Sit tight, my noble passenger.
Look down! We begin to descend"
Matresser gazed below. In the
midst of a forest Of pine trees, a
space had been cleared and from each
corner a flaming electric torch blazed
into the dim light of dawn. From the
height they were, however, the space
itself seemed about the size of pock-
ct handkerchief, the lamps little more
than pinpricks of fire and the build
ings something like cow shed. Gray
specks of mist were rolling upward,
now and then blotting out the vista.
The pilot studied his instruments.
eve have already descended a
thousand feet" he reported. "That is
the morning mist which we all fear
but show you'll shall show you. We
slip in underneath it. Gnadier Herr,
have no fear. You shall land in an
easy chair on the grounds of His High
ness hunting lodge. Look!"
"They are there" Matresser told
him. A crowd of men below were
shouting now and waving their arms
The cow shed had revealed itself as
hangar.
Soon they were on ground taxing
along the level surface to gentle
stop. The pilot and Matresser solemn
ly shook hands. They were in the
center of the strangest looking group
he had ever seen. There were twenty
or thirty fine, brawny looking men
all dressed in a sort of dark green
uniforms.
"These are the gardes de chasse of
my uncle's forests and estates here"
the pilot explained. "They also work
at the airdrome when planes are ex-
pected. I do not know who has ar
rived but there will be much stir here
during the next few days. All, but
this is a welcome sight-to you also
hope!"
One of the men came hurrying a
cross from the airdrome carrying two
tall glasses upon tray.
"This is our home beer" the young
man announced.
"Prosit, my wonderful pilot" Mat
resser replied.
AS they drank, dawn was stealing
into the sky. A breath of pine scent
ed breeze crept down from the heights.
Matresser drew long breath. "Glor-
ious country this!" he exclaimed.
eve are fortunate to have kept it,"
Pilot Number II replied, through all
these wild and troublous times. My
uncle is never so happy as when he
can shut himself up here with few
old friends. What has made him most
happy is that the people here have
remained loyal. It is very seldom in
deed that they touch the game or in
terfere in any way. There is a beat
er's wagon here see," the young man
continued. "That is intended for your