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(Copyright, 1910, by Street & feith,) SYNOPSIS OF PREQKDING CHAPTERS, Abt, & famed seronaut, exploits bis rraintty, tty York Gr the er y ire, Abt lo apumoached by "Chinaman, 4 om ms to be & town tong Ful is cager to discus «& matter of great ‘Wenn ”*New York's Ching y re Wu “wells them a wars by hat ie ¥ calming tho or Ao" the” United” gtates Wy" otters Abt 18, the Chinaman from Canees New je hie sitsiip, the t., we acoppts. i fas io are at hu eae Ting by eirthip to New York. CHAPTER VIII. (Continued) The Necessity for Mock Duck. the flimsy affair, He could see from the nature of jeepy little hamlet that tirely adequate to meet the demands of the town. Also, he imagined that the people did not take kind- housing of malefactors from a dif- ferent country than their own, But he knew, from what he had seen and strong as it was possible for any jail to be—having as warden the man who Was supposed to be the greatest epe- ment of the United States. s Quickly the pair left the town end headed toward the race track. atraight course for the empty grand stand, and clintbing to the top were able to obtain a view of the town and to engage the other in conversation, but aoon saw that the presence of the *pecial agent hovered over the man's lee. The musician's big eyes trav- elled reatlessly in every direction, but always came back to the tiny jail high perch. Gandy amused himself at first by trying to locate the Comet; then, this which he had last seen Wells. Grad- wally, with the boiling sun of late af- ternoon, premonitions of disaster filled the apecial agent came back to him with many meanings, into which he had not taken the trouble to inquire the Comet'e success What if the aeroplane had been unable to nego- tiate the flight? What if Abt really fights and had simply put on this crust of avarice as a pretense to cover up the deficiency of his machine? slumber, from which he was awak- ened by @ touch on his arm. He started up wide awake, alive in an in- Nght was coming on swiftly and little vapor clouds rose in every direction. Lake Erie expanded out of the little hasily blue In fancy he could hear . the rumbling of the falls. Lights were beginning to gleam in the windows of veotion of the musician's outstretched flanger he made out the ominous dark- nese of the fiimsy jail. muttered Dutch Fred. “About two hours ago I caught a glimpse of We'ls fa Bis car; then he speeded out of the jail What's his game?” ‘Washburn slowly rose and jerked the kinks from his muscles which had beanie, He was sick and tired of gamee—weary of the whole buriness. Wells did not bother him nearly so of Abt and his plane. He knew that it was up to him to aid this derelict of Chinatown to de- ail seemed so neediess when he had not yet seen the Comet, and did not even know where it was. He men- panion and was surprised to mark the twinkle in that gentleman's * brooding eyes. Fred made his way to the ground, called Washburn to his side and \ pointed out over the fleld to the top before Sandy's astonished gaze a tiny light gleamed high in the air and held stationary, then another, and he of the Comet. “Has he been here at all?" queried Bandy, irritated with himself for awakened him. “For no more than a minute,” re- sponded the pianist. “He had me ANDY peeked furtively at S such @ jafl would be en- ly to building @ place for the heard, that this jail was now as celal agent of the Treasury Depart- Dutch Fred leading, they ma ite environs, Sandy now atteripted mind to the exclusion of everything which was plainly visible from their failing, in seeking out the motor in hie torpid brain. The strange words of before, He found himself dubious of hed been doing his best in his recent Finally he drowsed off into a long stant to the thing on hand. The twi- ribbon of Niagara River to the right, Harneville, and as he followed the di- “7 can't understand it,” perplexedly eight again without even stopping at come from sleeping on the hard much now as the continued absence liver Mock Duck from the jail, but it tioned something of this to his com- Without saying a word, Dutch of the plateaf in the distance, Slowly made out the white, dovelike planes sleeping and with Abt for not having guarding his precious machine while An Aeroplane Romance Of Chinatown and Canada there, so the operator said, Wells, from the description, took it; showed his badge, and told the man to forget what the contents were.” “welt” “It mate Abt so hot be sald he'd take a chance, anyhow. I think, though, the fact that a message hed been there made the difference, Welle evidently wants to use it for evi- dence.” Again Washburn experienced that Pecullarly clammy feeling clutching at his epine which he had noticed at times when listening to the agent However, the spirit of the adventure ‘was strong within him, The sight of the little Comet over on the pigteau, the readiness of the man at his side for the adventure, the little jail with {ts precious yellow burden—the whole thing seemed more of a lark than any- thing else. Then, too, the slick, irri- tating methods of this man Wells @roused all the’ antagonism within him. He glanced impatiently at the musician, and the man nodded. In silence they walked to the broken-down fence and made a straight course toward the town. No one passed them, for it was supper hour, and they could see through the windows of some,of the houses the families seated at their tables. The domesticity ef the whole scene, the tinkle of cow bells, the barking of a watchdog in a front yard as they passed, all struck Washburn as ourl- ously incongruous with his own pur- Pose, the means whereby he wished to effect that purpose, and the man opposed to him—the man with the unfathomable methods. Dutoh Fred 4i4 not skulk or hesi- tate along the way. If he did not @peak It was because, as Sandy could sce, his mind was taken up by the Problem of where Wella might beand what the agent was doing. At last the Little jail loomed out of the dusk, and they could hear loud velces trom within. The musician tugged at Sandy's sleeve and drew him close under the barred windows, where the words came clearly through the thin Partitions of the structure. Sandy suddenly clutched the pian- ist’s arm in a tight grip, as he caught Wells's voloe, lowered in deep disap- pointment. “I wanted to get the fellows,” the @pecial agent was saying, “but you eee the message yourself. That's the trouble working for the Government —they’re after the main ahance all the time. I'm reocalied, and there's no dis- obeying an apder like this.” The anewer came to them grum- dlingly, and mumbled eo that the words were indistinot. / “It's Meehan, the town jailer,” whispered Dutch Fred excitedly. “Wella 1s recalled,” Though they waited fully half an hour longer they heard nothing more, ‘Save occasionally the growling voice of the jailer. Not daring to make the stightest sound, they crouched low against the side of the jail till, finally, & long otreak of Ught showed at one wide of them. Sandy moved toward the light and poked his head oau- tiously around the corner. The light ‘was coming from the open jail door, Wells stood framed in the doorway, staring impatiently into the night. He whistled shrilly, and wae answered by the dull rumbling of an automobile. In &@ second the same huge car Sandy had last seen at the station in Buffalo rolled up close enough for bim to touch it by moving @ couple of steps forward. In the driver's seat was the @ame chauffeur he had noticed and ‘marked for a Frenchman, ‘Wells sauntered forward and started to open the door, when the jailer, a short, heavy-set man, placed his hand on his sleeve and muttered a few words, The especial agent merely emiled, clambered into the ear, and @ave sharp, curt instructions to the driver, The man at once started the machine, and the car bounded away down the road, Meehan went back into ‘the jail, but came out again in a moment, Jangling @ bunch of keys. He slowly and laboriously locked up the place, then sauntered in the direction the car had taken, Washburn crawled stealthily back and told Dutch Fred what had hap- pened, It all seemed so simple, easy, to bis practical mind that he feared a hidden motive. He was a little astonished to find that the mu- siclan did not share his misgivings. Meehan had simply gone home to supper, that was all, This was not a city jail; and, further, being fully versed in everything pertaining to this special one, Dutch Fred was not even surprised\that the jailer should leave it ios Casting all caution to the winds, they boldly stepped to the door and tried it. A frail thing at best, !t was he hustled down to the depot to look put the work of @ second to locate for a message from Dr, Wu." “What message?” growled Wash- burn, “The name of the bank where that hundred thousand dollara was to. be deposited,” chuckled Dutch Fred, “It seems to be all he cares about, He aid if the message wasn't there he wouldn't do a thing.” “Then it was there Again the man chuckled, but thie dime ‘without mirth, “It had been the hinges, and when Sandy had thrown his great bulk against the lock a few times he was an easy victor over the wooden door, “We'll have to work fast,” said Fred. “Meehan always comes back to look things over, and I want Mock Duck well out of the way before the alarm is given, because Wells might come back, too, if he heard of the break. As for the natives, they don’t sive o hang if @ dose Chinks get ——— — loose. In fact, they'd rather have them out of the town than tn it.” He Poked his head inquisitively against the elender iron bars of the three cella the jatl possessed, going trom one to another, then back again. “That's funny,” he finally muttered, “T've watched the place all day, and he hasn't been removed.” “Call,” suggested Washburn. Fred raised his voice in unintelligi- dle gabblings of Chinese, but etill there was no answei. Suddénly Sandy made out a dark shadow ftom under one of the little iron cots, and called the musician's attention to it-Fred thrust his nose against the bard and exploded in a perfect fury of Chinese. Slowly, fearfully, the thing that had cast the shadow crept to the bars, and Washburn felt @ curious repul- sion overwhelm him. He had no time, however, to dwell on the bieary-eyed, pig-tatled yellow- skin that faced him, for his compan- fon, evidently prepared for just this emergency, had drawn a short, steel Jimmy from bie pocket, and was des- Derately wrenching at the wooden base of the door beneath the bars. Sandy lent easistance right mantully, and in a few moments they had tern it loose. With the bars now free at the bottom, it was not diMfoult to bend them far enough apart to make an opening sufficiently wide tor the prisoner's egress, This accomplished, they ¢ragged out the Chinaman, and the three beat @ hasty retreat. As the coo! air laved Sandy’s throat @ realisation of what he had done came upon him for the first time; also the sickening thought of what a beastly little yellowakin he had done it for, They elackened their pace when @ safe distance from the jail and slowed down to a walk. Duteh Fred was ahead, jabbering what were evidently directions to Mock Duck, who was a little behind him. Suddenly before them loomed a huge rock. The three men stopped, and the musician and Chinaman Jooked meaningly at each other and then at Washburn. Dutch Fred, after ® heated confab with the Chinaman, turned regretfully to Sandy. “It lan't very far to the Comet,” he suggested. “We'd better have her here ready for an emergency. Could you go and bring Abt?” Washburn looked toward the place where he had last seen the twin Mghts, They were now in motion. Lazily they gleamed for @ second, dipping and swaying like languid shooting stars. Then they grew more distinct and be finally saw that they Were headed in their direction. He Started to explain this to his compan. ton, and realized in @ flash, from the expression on that gentleman's face, that they wanted to get rid of bin, and in a flash, too, be decided that they would do no such thing. After he had somewhat forcibly explained this to them, the two men held an- other conversation, not a word of which he could make out, and then, shrugging his sboulders, the China- man seemed to give in. Washbura watched the men curi- ougly. Dutch Fred seemed the one of inaction now, riedly etrode to the rock and, erouch- ing low, began to crawl about its dase, Suddenly he emitted a little guttural ory of delight, and the musi- cian sprang forward. In a second the Dair were making the dirt fy, using no spade but nature’s weapons, and making an extremely good job of it, at that, Sandy wae growing nervous, No hidden thing was in the contract ‘he had heard made between the tong chief and Abt. He began to piece to- gether the things the special agent had eaid of the ounning of the Heathen Chinee. Buddenly he caught the glitter of something directly before him. In- stinctively he stepped forward, then fell back with a little exclamation of wonder, indighation, “delight, and chagrin, For in Mock Duck's hands g@leaned—even in the night—hundreds of diamonds! The pianist, holding a large buckskin belt, was gently shak- tng {te contents into the waiting palms of the man he had@just res- oued. Together the two men knelt— utterly oblivious to the wondering American, and hw counted over the gems. Sandy had never ween #0 many diamonds before in his whole life. He was dased at the very sight of them all. Slowly the men finished the count and carefully re- turned the stones to the long, flat be't, Mock Duck hurriedly unloos- ened his clothing and etrapyfed it tightly next to his skin, then stared malevolently at the gaping Wash- burn. So this was what the special agent haé meant when he sald that half of ‘Wu'a words were lies; this was what he meant when he said that it was mot so much Mock Duck who was wanted as what Mock Duck would have upon his person; this was what he meant when he casually inquired where a hundred thousand dollars could be raised in an instant! The credulity with which he had allowed Dimself to be duped maddened San- Gy; the thought that he had made a jail-breaker of himeelf—a consort of thieves and emuggleres and dirty Chinamen—nauseated him. He looked yp overhead. The lights of the Comet “were coming closer, Then he smiled. He could yet apprise Abt of what the game really was and so nullify the contract. Something scratched the nape of his neck, and the smile froze on his lips; something like lcy Angers travelled rapidly up and down his spine, “What's that?” he gasped. “That,” drawled the lazy votce of Wells from directly behind him, “is the muzzle of a business-like gun, It is scratching your neck so you may be quite certain it 1s not a baby rat- tle.” Bandy looked in astonishment at the two desperate smugglers, then a slow grin overspread his features and he laughed. For they stood as though rooted to the spot, and he realised from the fixity of terror painted on their countenances that they were likewise covered, CHAPTER IX. The Wager. T was the first time in Wash- burn's by no means limited career that he had ever been introduced to the scratch M& while Mock Duck busa revolver mussle at the point where it re eee The Evening World Daily Magazine, Friday, June }1 ah ae at Res en balls o4, 4] ‘was calculated by nature to do the Most good; yet, curiously enough, he felt rather overjoyed and amused. The etuation struck him as a sort of tri- umph of the Caucasian race over the yellow, and eince he himself was crowned with no laurels, he enjoyed the sensation of essing another of his own breed have them. Also it saved him from the disagreeable necessity of creating a large sized row. In fact he was really relieved to have the entire matter taken out of his hands, A decided antipathy had been aroused within him the instant he get eyes on this man Mock Duck. And as he studied him now he felt a tingle of rapture at the turn the cards had taken, The fellow’s thick ips were hung loosely on a degener- ate face; his obtique eyes were red and bleary, the very acme of cheap cunning; his forehead was low and Destial, surmounted by course hair that came down almost to the thin eyebrows in @ broad peak. Bandy almost forgot his ewn pre- Gioament es he watched the China- man quake and tremble; forgot that he bimeelf was taken in the act of conniving at smuggling, immediately after having broken into @ jail. But, im @ trices, thie all came back to him, as the revolver again preseed rough- ly into hig neck. ‘The voice of Wells, low, drawiing, gentle, broke the strained silence. “Now, Duck,” murmured the agent, “if you will kindly loosen your clothes and pass the diamonde over it would be @ great favor to me.” Weshburn dared not stir, but he @loated over the rebellion glinting in the narrow, sloe eyes of the Mon- olan, © “Really, Fred,” continued the Grawiing voice, with just @ touch of mocking raillery in it, “I thought better of you than this, The trick ie @o old it appeare to have become new, It has bothered me a great deal to know where the stones were, and here you lead me to them the very first thing. Awfully good of you, indeed.” Abruptly his voice changed and became ateely sharp, like the crack of a whip. “Come, Mock Duck, did you hear me? Throw the belt om the ground instantly or T'll blow you to Kingdom Come!” The fellow’s thick lips trembled, and in a whining, singsong voice he protested his ignorance of English, Wells laughed goftly, then a torrent of Chinese fell from his Ups, Sandy @id not understand the words, but watohing Mock Duck's face in its changes of expression he could not fail to catoh thelr meaning. Blowly the fellow’s hands fell to his blouse. More slowly yet he loosened the drawstring, and then after a long time the belt dropped to the ground and lay, « sinuous, enaky thing at his feet, . Sandy noticed that Wells made no motion to take it up; noticed too the gripping and ungripping of the Chinaman’s deadly, long fingers, as his eyes rested irresistibly on the thing. A low chuckle came from the depths of his throat and was an- swered by anotber from the man behind him. “Mr. Washburn,” said the special agent softly, “I wonder if you are as ep ore BIOL Pe LORNA Ne NE ENO NEXT WEEK'S COMPLETE NOVEL WN (WE EVENING i GARRYOWEN By H. DE VERE STACPOOLE ET PE Pe By J. H. Cassel OO nce, Sandy raised y aloft, slowly thing dipped them, nn explosions broke out and ry and the natural bird, swooped gently m within ten feet of them, and nervously jumped from rushed up to where they you're covering with a gu and insignificant. I've lal chance. I've solved the A th lal agent. ails.” explained Bandy dolefully. Eglinton Abt turned wrathfully up. burnt” ie 5 Sandy patted his own right-hand cried. Dleaded the special agent coat pocket significantly. Abt nodd shortly. “I on Abt'd arm, but it was Wells's yoice Where tl monda are, Wells,’ that made ‘ he cried out Gace. ir. searply; “you are in my line of fire!” L growled. “I've had many an ugly to tame down in the mountains, had spies on my trail, and I've “But—but—but"—stammered abt, ‘runken, ugly mechanics, But Vrhia is outrageous! What do you (onavuered tl fgg thie intimidation, sir? hat i any ronhin ma ork t “Never mind, Mr. Abt,” quietly re. {he money alot sponded Wells, never removing his Nord what Etat te ye S for an instant from the pai for an instant tha malefactors, man I've got covered? I'll count three, “Il can attend to affair.’ ™Y and you think It over and be ready bg 8 tell _me what you propose to de. t my fight’—tumed the have me pat—that's right. It ten't in the nature of things for me fight four, although I don’t belleve hed—barked, rather, ? don't know but that it would be better that way. You couldn't talk so much. you know.” ell,” announced Wells resigned: t's a wo. T = La the ror nee Duck here I chanced to receive word of his purchases, Bu - aged to to the stones. s be An re, 1 ery, knowing fore boarding ive y first thing done be- ny wort of airship, or savin if else, would be to recover the stones themacives. J have had that Dleasure, and now"— Abt waved a dictatorial nh; dim, + my tolegrem*'c ames a too, "Young. Dan, 0 mana comething ‘ells emiled grimiy, “, mes: T was intend! te @e evidence against you, seems to be have thi man away. Washburn chortied with glee at thé “Etats fulr," allowed Exiinton Ab at's fair,” allow ini . best of every ished softly. “Quite so. the truth, I would much rathe: set the New York Secret Service this precious outfit, of smageiera tna, secre! f do the thing myself, It’s special work to recover stones, and pr work to do little deporting jobs.” 4h 3 “You seem pretty certain of your- self,” grinned Abt. ‘I know myself,” answered Wells. “However, I should advise make this flight shortly, as 7 burn here hag been amusing breaking jails and such stuf.’ r Abt rubbed his nose from side Howev unnecessary now stones, xo" hw J find it in reast pocket. Bi think you must give up your plang Oe Nene with my prisoner.” ‘ashburn stepped forward nod, took out the yellow nip of paper from Well Docket, and handed it to Abt, whose face broke into a thousand wrinkles of delight as he read |t: - tents, The little aviator passed tt big @ dupe as I: surmbed on the train coming up?” “Ie there any doubt of that?” re- sponded Bandy For a moment there was allence, then gradually the tight feeling at “> back to Washburn. side while his blue eyes clouded the nape of Washburn's neck cation that a fixed aun of money-waa erplexediy. “I'd Seagesies Soa parted, but still be could feel it as @ deposited to Abt'a credit in the Ating that” he muttered. “What abov most disagreeable memory. Finally he turned and looked at the special agent—and caught his breath. He hed not imagined such a tranafoi fon possible in a man without the use of disguise. Wells's face was hard as adamant. His eyes were narrowed down until Nttle more than the pupils showed; his mouth was drawn together so Washburn? That's the question.” _ He looked at the Chinaman an¢ Dutch Fred, still cowering under the patr of guna in the agent's hands, and Hank of New York, aubject to order on the carrying out of a certain verbal agreement, Abt looked at Wells, an amused ers of his sintle curving the coi made a grimace of mouth, vas si ‘sald, *T want thousand dollars,” he be ty Presume you heard “Bee here, Wells,” “One hundred that hundred thi waid mildly, “I than anything else I can think of at the termes of the contract talked over the present a py man when you were eavesdropping in Wu's 894 the idea of ¢ in the house. You certainly do not expect country seems to be that everything to take that along with t T have done toward the cona else your etioky taeere ocean, of the air belongs to the world, < tightly the lip2 were but @ thin, white it does, then I'll continue to be Mne; his Jawbones stood out promt- 1 Urlghtened, “As a Fd the Dag 3 ot my vnacural dave: ; e ned, “it Now, see ere, emt and square; and Dis Body was [iiit) Brees te a ene ‘valy TANe® thousand” doftare. dean | ROPE Figid and dominating. Then, for the other, whether you Oy away withanis anough capital to ft wpe 4 first time, Sandy understood the ter- gentleman or not, t have the dia- 8nd coin money Ih my patents and ror created in the men before him, and paanee, Howey 1 ahi advise Piultolanee~ mets way it 66 you not to iv t me . ? understand too the fear inspired in Y°",008 to bother with a Avt, in other line of work, That. My Dr, Wu at mere mention of the agent's name, He found it in his heart to inquire with wonder what necessity there was for the man to @arry even a single revolver, let alone the two now levelled at Dutch Fred and Mock Duck. ‘Wells's eyes never strayed for an instant from the two men; his gase never even travelled toward the beit lying at the Chinaman’s feet, At last & low laugh came from his throat, while @ sneer curled his lips, He made @ curious little clucking sound with his Hps—a pitying noise, it seemed to Sandy. “And you, Mock Duck, imagined for one second that 1 would be fool enough to pick up that , belt, or allow you to hand it to mel" Again he laughed, then nodded his head toward Washburn. “I think you're a pretty decent eort, Mr, Wasn- burn. I absolve you from blame in = this matter, Am I rignt?” bm Bandy nodded shortly. It angerea Jem remains to bay et him even to have the man think him pla: @ party to smuggling operations in such company. He felt an overwhelm- ing desire to'explain his scientific and humanitarian interest in the plam of Dr, Wu, but words failed. “Kindly pick up that belt and cram it in my cout pocket,” continued the special agent, plucidly, “I have no 4 thousand means life and me—twenty-five years snatched my existence, Tm thousand exasperation, hundred Chinama ‘ing with a lare—not a suppose T What would happen?” ittered ominously, while one hand reached gropingly for his twitched’ 1 it seemed about to be jerked out b: roota, “Then,” hi both doll may ni Al help and saw that he thousan was wil 0 a bundred 1d cold dol! met it, I believed what he the situation hasn't ally, only he evidently clean up the money as on the Duck would to him, and thus y mn oe and Bee good gun man for ae That's « good, businesslike way the matter. But"——~ Again his hand sought his pudgy face wrinkled - “But.” he repeated 5 n ‘Washburn has stood by me good sport, and I never went back @ man who stood by me yet. care a hang about Mock Duck, care a hang about Dutoh Wu, but T do care about In the Atlas Bank and for Washburn here. I won't leave my friend to an- Qwer any jatl-breaking rm take him, instead of the Chinaman, if you say the word. It's up to you.” “Up to me?" queried Wells in url® prise. “I don't"— “You do, and you know you vy enapped Eglinton Abt irrital i “Wy can take Washburn over the line and Man to man they never taking hi fro Pair, seemed brood: m; Abt's whole manner.was are of the earnestness which e fe “Mr, Washburn’ seems to be on the side of decency,” suggested the agent pleasantly, Bandy hurriedly objected. As his yes rested on the beautiful aeroplane few yarde behind the group he obsessed with the old overwhelm- ing desire to see what it could do at ite oe. 1 “I was only inst smuggling, ea “I did not now Wells,” he expla! what ‘oing into, but the prob- what Il am interested in now. You say yourself that you have what you atarted the diamonds. I would not have f: vored Mr. Abt taking this man with those diamonds on his person. In fact, I should have Now, it is ire to have the fingers of that en. &¢t him through, sweet and clean aa Chinaman around my neck, nor do I, of the United States,” the day he was born, with nev: In! particularly care to bother with the ong agent. of busting little Canuck jails; and knife Fred is trying to work out of Jertainly, but that does not inter. Wh more, if you're any sort of his pocket." He laughed harshly ea the musician's hand fell to his aide, like a Iboy caught tm the act of passing @ not gst me. Why couldn't you just as well & s00d sport you'll do tt. If you won’: have nabbed him tn New York if you !'ll take him myself and lose the hun- wanted to prosecute? I want to see dred thousand. “But where do I come int Washburn, after @ moment's heal- “Come in, man, come int Don't yeu tation, as he felt the glittering, beady hundred thousand dol- think it's worth while making a mom eyes of the Chinaman upon him and lars, and there isn't anybody I kno t of a China- watched the terribly long, thin, yellow of t sizable enough to stop m in the fingers, knelt down and picked up the heavy belt, then placed tt carefully In the special agent's pocket, Rich man though he was, he could not even handle the thing without @ thrill, hav~ jog seen the precious contents. But Wells never #o much aa moved an eyelash, “And no aid Welle, “I have managed very. nicely with my part of thie affair @ Government will be really pleased with this fact he laughed, chance of eating up more of Doctor Wu's past profits than our friend will care to think about, 1"— He stopped suddenly, and Waah- burn felt the quiver that made the Comet carry a pasenger, and he was revolvers in his hands eway slightly goln to see it through, Not for a from side to side. From above them fiasco had he Jail open to & perfect roar deliver a Chinaman! He looked again Der ony sie ot Welle and noted the way he was heaven's natural artillery, but the ex- followimg Abt's plosions of the Comet ine. For tail of a movements out of the ° oye. \ instant it was singer dosteetagy “No, sir," continued Abt, the words eae area) and I'll get my hands on that sure: What for? For that"—he pointed « jong, decisive finger at the shivering, quaking Duck—"“what do you reckon Wu will say when I deliver his gun- man minus the diamonds and he finds’ ‘he has paid a hundred thousand dol~ lars for him—for that thing? Can't! you see it?” (To Be Continued.) laughed an ugly laugh & Worrled frown crossed his fa Abt slipped stealthily to his left and moved forward, Washburn watched, fascinated. ‘The little aviator’s hand 7 GOING AWAY FOR THE SUMMER? Remember The Eve-} ning World prints each week a complete up-to-date novel —g week's reading! Have The yuuumeevorer es inventor, know what my Idea is.” oo “This Mock “One minw anid Wells casily, Wu." Washburn’ iites smugsler, for bringing hie guns in a ahort ctrele te i) belt Allied ‘Dutch Fred