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It was ‘‘Greek meeting Greek.” The visitor showed his teeth in a smile; that was full of defiance. “You area fool to refuse to talk with me!” he ex- wimimed, in a suppressed voice. “I never struck a detec- ‘wwe before who wouldn’t listen when he scented a bar- é tg | THE LOG CABIN IN LIBRARY. | No, 194. oe The young woman was, as we have evidence already from our brief acquaintance with her, a person of extra- ordinary courage and spirit. “He has given the driver orders,” she thought, and hurried toward the waiting vehicle. ‘But the Dalton driver is accustomed to obeying me. We will seeif he refuses, now.” . : She reached the carriage, and the man was at hand to open the door for her, with his usual courtesy. “Where were you told to take me, 1obn ?” she asked, looking him in the face. “Back to Mr. Dalton’s—to your father’s—Mrs. Win- throp.” “That dwarf gave you the order ?” ‘Yes, missis.” “You will drive to the next town instead, John—and do not spare the horses!” “No use, missis.” “Why not?” “That dwarf is an officer, and he will follow.” “But we will have the start. Obey me, John! You know that my father always bade you mind my com- smam_ There are things that pay better than man- hunting. mands !” ist you know it? I will go to night, but I believe’you wml puzzle out my meaning before you sleep. Take your send off, and T will go.” Hunt removed his hand, and accompanied his visitor to | gaz door like one in a dream. orel went out, and he heard his retreating footsteps in | Be eorridor. mweck which he had not answered. He looked out into the dimly lighted passage. ~3¢ was Morel who knocked—upon the inner side,” was us verdict, for the passage was deserted. CHAPTER XI. A WOMAN WITH “SAND.” Stive Winthrop, the cashier’s beautiful wife, experi- eswed a thrill of dreadful fear as she glanced up, and saw Met the train had been stopped in response to a signal “As you say, missis; but it is no use.” She sprang into the vehicle, and he shut the door with ‘a bang. Away sped the carriage, but before it had gone one hundred yards a silent and swifter steed wasin hot pursult. The coachman looked back, and saw that it was rapidly Then he remembered that there had been a! gaining. ‘The bicycle will win,” he muttered, and struck the horses a sharp blow. “Stop!” cried the voice of Kirk Hyde. The driver heard the command, but at the same moment he saw the white, determined face of Olive Winthrop push aside the flap that separated the inner from the front side of the vehicle. | “Whip up, John! The Dalton horses must win!” she panted. ‘He tells me to halt!” faltered the man. ‘And I tell you to go on!” “But if he overtakes us, it will be the worse for us both. dram the disagreeable-looking dwarf, who at the same| for Lord sake, missis, what is the use?” mre seemed to regard her in such an exultant manner. She glanced hurriedly up and down the car, as though | aia meditated flight. But Kirk Hyde advanced, and sonched her arm in a je*t but significant manner. “No use,” he declared, briefly. “Who are you?” she whispered. “You mustn’t try to join your runaway husband in meh ahurry. You might have known that we should mt let youdoit. (ome, madam, get off and return to wair-carriage. The driver is waiting.” “But you—who are——” “Hurry, madam, and don’t make a scene. Youarea preity woman, and I’m not a pretty man, so I’m _ willing tosave you all the humiliation I can. Gé€et off and return $p your carriage. You needn’t give any orders to your @mver, for I have saved you the trouble by telling him valbere to take you in advance.” five Winthrop, the defaulter’s wife, obeved in silence, ¥mx with compressed lips. ‘4 backward glance showed her that the detective was s% following her. He was speaking to the conductor, &%enbtless explaining his signal to stop the train. 5 Pref. a oS. ot i. ond hu ones ae vas > ait j af ae, ~--~ = ee * e 4 aed 7 - = <9hiee Peat nee al te ot 1 Roky ae Ee oe mise, Sore aa > PPE ge ee cae ote " ; “You are a coward, John! I tell you to whip up!” “Tm 4 doing of it for your sake, missis. Please don’t—— “Whip up!” The command was fairly hissed into the man’s ears; and he obeyed. Again and again ae applied the whip, and without mercy. The Dalton horses were a noble pair, and never before had they felt the lash like that. They were fairly maddened by the sudden ons AUnHE of their usually gentle groom. For ten minutes they kept on at that wild pace. John had not dared to look back again. He felt sure that their splendid spurt of speed would give them a start ahead of the pursuer. He knew that his former mistress was in trouble, and now that he had started out tn her defense his heart warmed to the work. “Tf we can only reach the Dingley hill,” he rapidly re. flected when he saw how well the horses were doing, “we can tucker that short-legged chap. A bicycle is well enough on the right kind of a road; but when it comes to i 5b4 +: Sea |