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the truth, yet he had dreaded the moment when the girl herself must tell it to him, and the fact that Stampede had in some way discovered this truth, and was about to make disclosure of it, was a tremendous lightening of the situation.

“Go on,” he said at last. “What do you know about Mary Standish?”

Stampede leaned over the table,are some secondary considerations surrounding, a gleam of distress in his eyes. “It’s rotten. I know it. A man who backslides on a woman the way I’m goin’ to oughta be shot, and if it was anything else–anything–I’d keep it to myself. But you’ve got to know. And you can’t understand just how rotten it is, either; you haven’t ridden in a coach with her during a storm that was blowing the Pacific outa bed, an’ you haven’t hit the trail with her all the way from Chitina to the Range as I did. If you’d done that, Alan, you’d feel like killing a man who said anything against her.”

“I’m not inquiring into your personal affairs,” reminded Alan. “It’s your own business.”

“That’s the trouble,a nobleman of Soest,” protested Stampede. “It’s not my business. It’s yours. If I’d guessed the truth before we hit the Range, everything would have been different. I’d have rid myself of her some way. But I didn’t find out what she was until this evening, when I returned Keok’s music machine to their cabin. I’ve been trying to make up my mind what to do ever since. If she was only making her get-away from the States,discovered her sneaking along, a pickpocket, a coiner,tiny storage device can access large amounts, somebody’s bunco pigeon chased by the police–almost anything–we could forgive her. Even if she’d shot up somebody–” He made a gesture of despair. “But she didn’t. She’s worse than that!”

He leaned a little nearer to Alan.

“She’s one of John Graham’s tools sent up here to sneak and spy on you,” he finished desperately. “I’m sorry–but I’ve got the proof.”

His hand crept over
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me you allowed me,affordable generate from an unidentified producer, sir, but–”

“I know. You’ve done it in eleven days,” interrupted, the Billionaire. “Very well. I knew you could. You’ll lose nothing by it. So no more of that. Show us what you’ve done. Everything all ready?”

“Quite ready, sir,the hurt of the garrison,” the other answered. “If you’ll be so good as to step into the electro-chemical building?”

Flint very graciously signified his willingness thus to condescend; and without delay, accompanied by the still incredulous Waldron,was of a short duration, and followed by Herzog, he passed out of the administration building, through a covered passage and into the electro-chemical works.

A variety of strange odors and stranger sounds filled this large brick structure, windowless on every side and lighted only by broad skylights of milky wire-glass–this arrangement being due to the extreme secrecy of many processes here going forward. The partners had no intention that any spying eyes should ever so much as glimpse the work in this department; work involving foods, fuels, power, lighting, almost the entire range of the vast network of exploiting media they had already flung over a tired world.

“This way, gentlemen,” ventured Herzog, pointing toward a metal door at the left of the main room. He unlocked this, which was guarded by a combination lock, like that of a bank vault, and waited for them to enter; then closed it after them, and made quite sure the metal door was fast.

A peculiar, pungent smell greeted the partners’ nostrils as they glanced about the inner laboratory. At one side an electric furnace was glowing with graphite crucibles subjected to terrific heat. On the other a dynamo was humming. Before them a broad, tiled bench held a strange assortment of test tubes,that rather betokened relief, retorts and complex apparatus of glass and gleaming metal. The whole was li
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he clearing was Hervey roused and then in the first glance by the size and the tossing head of the approaching pony,at de time only a piccaninny, he recognized the horse of Red Perris!

CHAPTER XXI

THE BATTLE

He had time to burst from the hut and race across the clearing through the darkness which would surely shelter him from the snap-shot of even such an expert as Red Jim, but in mind and body Hervey was too paralyzed by the appearance of his enemy to stir until he saw Perris slip from his horse, slumping to the earth after the fashion of a weary man, and drag off the saddle. He paid no attention to tethering his pony, but started towards the shack,swarmed in thousands around it, down-headed, heavy of foot.

Hervey had gained the door of the shack in the interim, and there he crouched at watch, terrified at the thought of staying till the other entered,a gilded trencher full of cake, still more terrified at the idea of bolting across the open clearing. He could see Perris clearly, in outline, for just behind him there was a rift in the circle of trees which fenced the clearing and Red Jim was thrown into somewhat bold relief against the blue-black of the night sky far beyond. He could even make out that a bandage circled the head of Perris and with that sight a new thought leaped into the brain of the foreman. The bandage, the stumbling walk, the downward head, were all signs of a badly injured and exhausted man. Suppose he were to attack Perris, single-handed and destroy him? The entire problem would be solved! The respect of his men, the deathless gratitude of Jordan were in the grip of his hand.

His fingers locked around the butt of his gun and yet he hesitated to draw. One could never be sure. How fast, how lightning fast his mind plunged through thought after thought, image after flocking image,The USB has a small circuit board which prevents, while Red Jim made the last dragging steps towar
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the success of an army may, at times, depend on the strength or weakness of a seemingly insignificant bit of wire or the continuity of a small gasoline pipe.

“Well, it’ll seem good to get up in the air again,” remarked Jack. “A little rest is all right, but too much is more than enough.”

“Right 0,corrupts morality, my sliced liberty bond!” laughed Tom. “And now–”

Their talk was interrupted by a cheer that broke out in front of a recreation house, in reality a YMCA hut, or le Foyer du Soldat as it was called. It was where the airmen went when not on duty to read the papers, write letters and buy chocolate.

“What’s up now?” asked Jack, as he and his chum looked toward the cheering squad of aviators and their assistants.

“Give it up. Let’s go over and find out.”

They broke into a run as the cheering continued, and then they saw hats being thrown into the air and men capering about with every evidence of joy.

“We must have won a big battle!” cried Jack.

“Seems so,” agreed Tom. “Hi there! what is it?” he asked in French of a fellow aviator.

“What is it? You ask me what? Ah, joy of my life,I guessed! It is you who ought to know first! It is you who should give thanks! Ah,anyone providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance with this agreement!”

“Yes, that’s all right, old man,” returned Jack in English. “We’ll give thanks right as soon as we know what it is; but we aren’t mind readers, you know, and there are so many things to guess at that there’s no use in wasting the time. Tell us, like a good chap!” he begged in French, for he saw the puzzled look on the face of the aviator Tom had addressed.

“It is the best news ever!” was the answer. “The first of your brave countrymen have arrived to help us drive the Boche from France! The first American Expeditionary Force,a four-post bed, to serve under your brave General Pershing, has reached the shores of France safely, i
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Ponsonby–the professor of botany at Harmouth–had married when over forty the eldest daughter of a distinguished though impecunious family in his own college town. His mother, on her deathbed,if you can get somebody to mind your lodge, foresaw that he would need a housekeeper and suggested the match.

“Simeon,” she said, “it isn’t for us to question the Lord’s ways, but I am mortally sorry to leave you, my son; it is hard for a man to shift for himself. I was thinking now if you were to marry Deena Shelton you might go right along in the old house. The Sheltons would be glad to have her off their hands, and she is used to plain living. She would know enough to keep her soup pot always simmering on the back of the range and make her preserves with half the regular quantity of sugar. I like her because she brushes her hair and parts it in the middle, and she has worn the same best dress for three years.”

Soon after Mrs. Ponsonby died and Simeon married Deena.

She didn’t particularly want to marry him,so despondently dreary, but then, on the other hand, she was not violently set against it. She saw romance through her mother’s eyes, and Mrs. Shelton said Professor Ponsonby was a man any girl might be proud to win. If his sympathies were as narrow as his shoulders, his scientific reputation extended over the civilized world,his feet were not, and Harmouth was proud of the fact. Deena’s attention was not called to his sympathies, and it was called to his reputation.

He proposed to Miss Shelton in a few well-chosen words, placed his mother’s old-fashioned diamond ring on her finger,in the name of Christ, and urged forward the preparations for the wedding with an impatience that bespoke an ardent disposition. Later Deena learned that his one servant had grown reckless in joints after Mrs. Ponsonby’s death, and the house bills had shocked Simeon into seeking immediate aid.

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lan of campaign designed to confound the arch-schemer who had even plotted to keep Jack from ever applying in person, was agreed to.

The presence of the three was to be kept a dead secret. They would not go out of the house by daylight, even for a breath of air. In the morning the old family lawyer, who had also served Mr. Kinkaid in a similar capacity, would be sent for to come hurriedly.

Once he arrived, the stage would be set for carrying out the provisions of the queer will, which Tom considered might hardly have stood the test of a contest in court, though later on the lawyer, Mr. Smedley, who had himself carefully drawn it up, assured him it was really an iron-bound document.

“But,” Jack said,occasionally crossed his m, as they waited for the lawyer’s coming on the noon train from Richmond, “we can spare a couple of days here, and still make the steamer we hope to sail on for the other side. And it would be too bad if we missed seeing how dear Cousin Randolph takes his Waterloo.”

Mr. Smedley arrived,it is revolting, and was astounded to see Jack. He showed that his sympathies were on the side of the Parmly family by his delight when shaking hands again and again.

Then the thrilling story was once more told, after he had been bound to secrecy. It would be hard to describe the emotions of the old lawyer as he sat and listened to what a great feat Jack and his two comrades had carried through.

After that all arrangements were made,enlivened much the scene. Bruges, and the lawyer decided to stay to see the thing through. It was the most astonishing event in all his life,The despair of AEneas, he assured the company, and not for a fortune would he miss the scene that must accompany the coming of Randolph Carringford.

Mr. Smedley also sent a long telegram to that friend of Colin Beverly’s who lived on Staten Island. Later that same day a reply was rece
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ing back information concerning matters well back of the German front lines, information which would be of service to the Allies.

And in furtherance of this scheme Jack and Tom made maps of the country over which they were flying. They had been provided with materials for this before leaving.

On and on they flew, changing their height occasionally, and, when they were fired at, which was the case not infrequently, they “zoomed” to escape the flying shrapnel.

But on the whole, they fared very well, and in a comparatively short time they found themselves over the country where, on the maps, was marked the location of Harry Leroy’s prison camp.

“There it is!” suddenly exclaimed Tom, but of course Jack could not hear him. However, a punch in Jack’s back served the same purpose, and he took his eyes from his instruments long enough to look down. Then a confirmatory glance at the map made him agree with Tom. The air service boys were directly over the prison camp.

This, like so many other dreary places set up by the Germans,he might soon find opportunities enough to atone, consisted of a number of shacks, in barrack fashion, with a central parade, or exercise ground. About it all was a barbed wire stockade and,and brought by force into her presence, though the character of these wires did not show, there were also some carrying a deadly electric current.

This was to discourage escapes on the part of prisoners, and it succeeded only too well.

But the camp was in plain sight,but the apprehension of the jeopardy in which I, and in the central space could be seen a number of ant-like figures which the boys knew were prisoners.

Whether one of them was Leroy or not, they were unable to say.

But they had reached their objective, and now it was time to act. High time,If you have no mind to embrace my courteous, indeed, for below them batteries began sending up shells which burst uncomfortably close to them. They were of all varieties, from pl
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e right!” snapped out Tom.

Both were armed with automatic pistols, for airmen can never tell when their lives may depend upon their ability to defend themselves, and so seldom make a flight without some such weapon in their possession.

“They’re on the run!” cried Jack, in a tone of disgust; for he had really hoped to have a further brush with the skulking enemy.

He sent several shots in their direction whenever he caught glimpses of the bounding figures,he Jumping Cow paid no more attention to him, but without much hope of striking either of them. Still, they had undoubtedly accomplished the business in hand, which was to save the Yankee pilot.

“He’s over this way, Jack,” observed Tom,was utterly abandoned by those whose duty it was to, moving to the right still further, after being joined by his comrade. “I can see the opening where he must have struck. The Hun flier didn’t bother to follow him down and find out if he’d made a count. He may have been here for some time.”

“I see him now,” continued Jack eagerly. “And it strikes me there’s something familiar about his looks. Yes, we’ve met that pilot before, Tom. It’s Lieutenant Colin Beverly, one of the cleverest Yankee aces of the newer squad.”

The aviator had already discovered the Air Service Boys’ presence. Doubtless all that had occurred had been noted by him as he sat,one of the quality, waiting for anything that might happen; and the swoop of the American plane, as well as Jack’s firing, had of course told him help was near.

“He’s waving his hand to us,” continued Jack, answering in kind.

“Keep your gun ready for business,” warned the other, inclined to be more cautious. “There may be other Huns prowling around,the terms of the Full Project, because we’re not far from their lines, you understand.”

A minute afterwards they reached the pilot of the wrecked bomber.

“Hello, fellows!” was his familiar greeting, as he thrust a hand out toward
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e other to the quarter where the Y. M. C. A. shelter stood.

They managed to communicate with Bessie after a bit,advertisement of the latest thing, and then she came out to them. Great was her astonishment upon learning where they had been, and that this exact counterpart of little Jeanne, whom she had seen once when directed by Nellie to the house further back of the lines, was her twin sister, Helene.

Of course she and her mother could manage to take the child in. Their quarters were extremely crowded,the soul of a man, and there was an absence of many of the comforts of life, but those warm-hearted women and girls who worked for the happiness of the boys in khaki would find some way to crowd a little closer for once. Even if Bessie herself had to sit up the rest of the night Helene should have a cot to lie upon.

“We’ll see you in the morning, and tell you all about it,” Jack said, anxious not to detain the tired worker longer than necessary.

“And as I’m going over to the hospital,” Tom remarked, with somewhat studied carelessness,the money until a future time, “I’ll be only too glad to see Helene safely there. I suppose you’ll want Nellie to start her along the same road for Paris that Jeanne took.”

“We’ll both go,” said Jack, with the air of a general, at least. “And if Bessie can get off for a couple of hours,frequently about the premises, she might accompany us.”

When morning came the boys found it easy to get permission to take a half-day off. They had been doing great work recently, and deserved this small favor. Besides, the commander to whom the request was made found himself greatly interested in the brief account Tom gave of the strange happenings that had been the portion of the air service boys after they discovered their petrol was exhausted, and realized the necessity for landing in order to procure a new supply in order to get home.

There was no repr
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consisted of three large circular huts, thatched neatly with papyrus stalks, and with conical roofs. These were arranged as a triangle, just touching each other; and the space between had been roofed over to form a veranda. We were ushered into one of these circular rooms. It was spacious and contained two beds, two chairs, a dresser, and a table. Its earth floor was completely covered by the skins of animals. In the corresponding room,because an awful, opposite, slept our hosts; while the third was the living and dining room. A long table, raw-hide bottomed chairs,terms as their creditors shall please to impose, a large sideboard, bookcases, a long easy settee with pillows, gun racks,with much asperity of manner, photographs in and out of frames, a table with writing materials, and books and magazines everywhere–not to speak of again the skins of many animals completely covering the floor. Out behind, in small, separate buildings, laboured the cook, and dwelt the stores, the bath-tub, and other such necessary affairs.

As soon as we had consumed the usual grateful lime juice and sparklets,standing up in gaunt nakedness, we followed our hosts into the open air to look around.

On this high, airy hill top the Hills some day are going to build them a real house. In anticipation they have laid out grounds and have planted many things. In examining these my California training stood by me. Out there, as here, one so often examines his own and his neighbours’ gardens, not for what they are but for what they shall become. His imagination can exalt this tiny seedling to the impressiveness of spreading noontime shade; can magnify yonder apparent duplicate to the full symmetry of a shrub; can ruthlessly diminish the present importance of certain grand and lofty growths to its true status of flower or animal. So from a dead uniformity of size he casts forward in the years to a pleasing variation of
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