. St. Nicholas [serial]. forest glades,long stretches of plain, andan occasional chateau sur-rounded by a park. Every-where were sentinels. Another five miles, andwe re there, old fellow, saidJack, cheerfully. It 11 belate, but we 11 have one goodsquare meal and turn in fora long sleep. All right? Sure! responded Cyrus;but I m dead , then. In this infernal machine?legan Cyrus, and then paused,for he remembered that Jackowned the cycle. They climbed the crest ofa hill, descended into levellelds, sped on, and againsounded the grim Halt!Jack pushed on the Cyruss horror, the m
. St. Nicholas [serial]. forest glades,long stretches of plain, andan occasional chateau sur-rounded by a park. Every-where were sentinels. Another five miles, andwe re there, old fellow, saidJack, cheerfully. It 11 belate, but we 11 have one goodsquare meal and turn in fora long sleep. All right? Sure! responded Cyrus;but I m dead , then. In this infernal machine?legan Cyrus, and then paused,for he remembered that Jackowned the cycle. They climbed the crest ofa hill, descended into levellelds, sped on, and againsounded the grim Halt!Jack pushed on the Cyruss horror, the machine kept on at fullspeed. Again Jack forced the brake. No good !On they went! Then something happened—some-thing blood-curdling. There was a sharp sound,and a whistle through the air two inches fromCyruss dark brown hair. He dodged. By a supreme effort Jack brought the cycle toa standstill. His forehead was moist with per- Suppose, he suggested very gently, suppose spiration and his lips trembled. (To be continUiU.).
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