f JUST INT TIME
By Gertrude Mary Sfierfdan.
'(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
'Tm afraid that prettysister o
yours wilL never gee my much
vaunted trophy," said Elwyn
"She's got to. I promised her.
1 wrote her all about it, and you.
So brace up, old man. Take your
A Vivid Picture Halted; 'Ap
palled Him. f
pick. The long stick south. The
short stick east. Choose.",
It was anjmpressive scene and
an unusual one. Upon abroad
plateau in the heart of theTSTorth
Carolina mountains rested "the
monoplane Victor. The two ex
pert bird men had just carried off
the honors m an aero meet at L
Savannah.' -They designed a trip 1
to the home of Nelson Barton, in
Delaware, where his father and
his sister awaited them. Now, in
a flight over a desolate, well nigh
uninhabited country, the "juice"
had given out in the carburetor
and the Victor was "stalled."
Gasoline must be found1 or-the
machine abandoned. j -.
After a brief consultation thek
two men had decided to start out :
in search of some town. Barton f
hid all but'the ends of two 'twigs ,
in his hand. Moore drew the
long one soutjn Barton started
east with the laughing boast that
he would be bafek first with the
needful fuel for the engine. -,,
It wag nightfall when Barton
toiled slowly down a winding
valley lost. All that day he had -
not come across a single human
being or habitation.
"This is getting pretty desper
ate," decided Barton. "I cannot
hope to find my way back to the
airship. I may wander for days
without coming to a town or set- '
tlement. Ah, at last a light."
He traced it to a rude hut. But
though' he knocked repeatedly atK
the door and rapped on-the win
dows, no one responded. Sudden- v
ly loud shouts and then shots in
the distance attracted his atten
tions Following the same a great
lurid glow sprang up across the
'A fire!" exclaimad Barton,
and he started towu it. A ter
rific hubbub increased as he ad
vanced. He had progressed to
where he could see the flames
through the trees, when coming
rushing towards him, uttering
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