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try. There was nothing but a waste
of water for a mile on either hand
then came -the sage brush and alkali
"Do you know where you're go
ing" asked Thompson. "Into the
Salt sea. Yes, sir, that's where the
Divide's taking us."
"All the same, Nan don't get none
of my money," answered the old man.
f "I think she'll ease up a bit toward
morning," said Thompson, "and then
we'll try to let ourselves down
through the outside of the window.
Maybe she'll ground somewhere."
They drew together and consulted.
It seemed probable that the elevator
would ground; if so, it would be an
easy matter to get through the win
dow. The wheat stretched to the
sill, and there was a space of about
- five feet between the top of the pile
and the roof. Plenty of air came
through chinks in the walls. But it
was pretty warm lor lying on.
"She's fermenting, sure enough,"
said Thompson. He found some tar
paulin and placed it over the wheat.
"Let s try to get some sleep," he said.
They must have all slept, f or sud
denly the young people started to
their feet at a cry from the old man.
"Look! Where's the window? What
have you done with it?" he de
manded. To their astonishment the wheat
rose above, the level of the window.
They were now lying in a little de
pression and there was only two and
a half feet between the wheat and the
roof. The elevator- had evidently
grounded, for there was no sense
"She's fermenting!" yelled Thomp
son. "We'll have to get the window
) open and shovel some out."
But as the three moved over the
wheat, with a rattle a whole pile
came down on them, nearly burying
them. At the same time, by some
disturbance of equilibrium the ele
vator tipped on one corner and the
window totally disappearedj leaving
them in darkness, save for the faint
light that came through the chinks,
in the walls.
"The grain's swelling," explained.
Thompson. "Maybe it'll: stop before
it crushes us, if not "
It was a horrible situation. J?or,
inch by inch, the fermenting wheaj,
pushed them upward. Now thy,
could only kneel, and presently, even,
kneeling, their heads grazed the roof
of the structure. Thousands of tons,
of wheat were expanding, each mole--t
cule separating from its neighbor's,
as the ferment spread. The atmp-j
phere was now intolerable, "heu
hands and knees were blistered from,
the excessive heat. t
"We'll die like rats," said Old Kaifo
son. "Nan, I'm sorry you're here"','
The girl shrank into Thompson
arms. "I'd die happier to feel yqj
didn't mind about Sim, father," ,she;f
said. (i 4Ki
Old Karlson hesitated. He was the.
most stubborn man in Upas City, aijfi'
had always been proud of his reputa
tion; however, he did not feel like
pride at that moment. ltl;
"If I could burrow toward theovin-j
dow and get it open!" he whispere"
The fear of death' was upon .hinK,
not for himself, however, but for te
girl. "You can have her Thompson,"
he said. "I wish I'd given her to ypft
before this, happened." s ,
He felt Thompson's hand grap his.
And now the roof was pressing
against their heads even as they sa,
and the hot grains were mounting
It was an atrocious sensation to f$el
them creeping upward. The lqw.
parts of their bodies were completely
buried. With hands above their head,1?
they waited for the end. And already
they were in the vise, between the.
unyielding roof and the wheat. ,,!lti
Thompson, his arm around, 4
girl, waited. They had exchanged
their last kiss, and a few minut
would see the end. ll5V
Suddenly there came a report thib
seemed to rend the heavens and
earth. Thompson had a confused
idea of clutching at Nan; then h