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Show Confessions of - A War kride , CHAPTER LXXIV. j I Am Held Up for My Message or My' L.fV Premer drew an automatic gun from I hia pocket ufter he had slammed the rtoor of my car behind him. I recoa;- J nl.-'d it perfectly. It a yond gun, t 1 had ii.fd it 4noe niyxeif iii a sub- ! nerjted f'-ho;it. The s'jrht of It arouned my little strain of obstinacy. I had not ouf of one pretty bad Hr'ape In j which It had played a part. 1 would I risk an est-Mpe from thi trap. j "And now. little lady." Hremer com-f manded, "you'll have to correct that j nieMHUKe. And you may as well do it I rirnt hs last." j I merely shook my head without I peakins;. i "I'lilej I t.eie lk,'irk the iTeiitiitie mes- ' : s:i;e within an hour, my own life isn't ' , worth one of your American coppers," ; he went on. "I am hunted by our ne-j ne-j cret service men. They are accustomed I to get their game. My employers will j dif-anl me if I f.nl to find where itnd when that ship ts to .be loaded. In ! f.tet, they ni-iy denounce me an a spy. j iNiiibb rrontlig in the pet atriH'lty of: -py ntem. At pren-nt, you are at ' my mercy. Scream, or attract at- j ' tention to th.n car in any way, nnd ; there are b'llleta enough for UN bolh."l t lie turned to watch the effect of his J speech. J merely nhriiaKd by nhoul- "Very w-M, m-tderroinelie," he said, j "We'll ntHk a. little ejtcursin over i !.otig !."' rd wav. It'd ou ever see the ton r ! ov-r there?" I h.ld. I rti!l rememter iilntut a million ihtik of thm and 4hey did not make an attrarttve plure In whieh 1 'to pans an tionr with n rerman tpy I In the dii-k of a full afternoon Sttll, If I could keep on shaking mv head to all of this mans arKiimentM i and threats, I would surely nave a i countryside from dent mt Ion. itnd all; i the p.of.' ther.-.'f. U h;it If lii hfe ( were -t ik'd -ai-atnn th.u l-lilo.id of miltiiltOiM'.' tiie pnee a gre.it j i "n ' Auredty not. M n a private ol -. t)wr baa "Kone we.f for lean. I i Mould k-'p the soldi. r'n idealn in my mmd , j N"e erthelean. I wfl s horribly afraid, j 1 wrta no lour, r n Ignorant g-imhler ; with tbath. hut neither was the soldier sol-dier who ban been wounded and mended returned to the irencrwn. The bravest soldieis know what fear in and they carry on. And so would ! crry on. We were in a lonely strV'h ' country, coun-try, traveling Mat over afi auto road whleh wan built Uve the marnh-l.ind.-i -ind whi' h was little traveled in the dunk of Oat October day. "There t.s still pi nty of lime to turn Itaek." paid my ptor. 'I suppone you know what you f.ice if you refuae?" To thin ( made no reply. "Well, if our own fholce. my lady." he said. Then he halted the car. lifted i me out and set me on my feet. I turped imploringly to the cbauf- 1 feur. tuit he merely leered dowt) at me. i ' llreiner "die-m maed him without pa - I i-g him :dently he. too. wan a 'iig in the lerman system. In tlw midst of the marslw-s. P.remer ami I were an lso'aid as if we had been alone In the d'phn of the I'-boat. , With a flanhhght he picked our path ) i along a board walk which waa set high , above the swamp, on piles and, holding j me by one arm. h guided me along It i through th deepening night. -j ' (To be continued.) Copyright. by Newspaper Knter- prise Annoctatum. . |