Glen Dering’s Escape

Dominion, Volume 27, Issue 258, 28 July 1934, Page 23

Glen Dering’s Escape

HOW THE SHERIFF’S MEN WERE OUTWITTED Against the quiet on rock rang strangely, fhere tllfn moropork raised his harsh voice and in the deep fringe o£ the *» u » SW ayed wltb the wind made a discord from the silence. The wattle tie is stmuess . Hung back by the swift ov ® s ’A J oat f rom the town, a black horse Along the metal track ;.' v n b “ lder lean t silently to his stride. They flung his strong legs in a B all ° p ’ 1 nU(J tbe SoU nd of their going sank silent, but urging him on witb ’°* co t A Bb d ( 0 “ pursuit Presently he back across his shoulder, seaiching £ „ d j sm l oU nted, took from his drew rolng and listened *y te “ tly ' d llls horse’s heavy mane. He ,Sl dl ?? S sa%lml\lrml7“a S gainst the glossy neck, knottedl » ie *«• ” lM ctM: '™‘'" *• mb.™, «™ '« «r “ A.S2.>’“ e U?. a ss. ■ “Glen Dering." . . . ■ «-*•*■* — ««*- -* travel to dust in the day.!’ 1 s “English ?” ; : “Well, hf you’re you say you are you’ll not mind being searched? ’ he demanded, rather than asked. ’ t] t be “Whv no. Not if there’s a reason for it. as I piesume there must oe by the fixed ferocity of those guns you hold so alarmingly steady. .lay T f>cilt* —i,. ,j “I’ll tell vou when I’m satisfied as to who and what you are are. - He handed his guns to another man and proceeded with a thorough search of the traveller’s pockets and clothing- He found nothing but il watch a pocket book, which held a few letters, a silver crown or two, and a small black velvet object, which, when unfolded proved to be a mask. Tils eves glinted with suspicion, 1 “ThlB?’ 1 . ho asked. . “What? Oh, that!’’ Glen Dering laughed.‘Merely a relic ot an — enisode. Nothing incriminating, I think.? . “Well." The man looked at the mask dubiously, ‘lf Id found anything else I’d—but maybe It’s as you say. And there s nothing here to mak "What hl abUt° l Ue — saddle-bags?’’ Dering laughed. '‘You never know what mav be in them. And talking about saddle-bags, the chttD that vent dashing past me just over the hili back there was carrying a pretty heavy cargo in his." . . ■ “What? Dicl you say someone passed you, riding hard? how ion,, &S °“Oh, about, a quarter-hour, I'd say,” Dering answered. “He was riding a big horse with three white stockings and—” ' “Straight ahead T'- The loader was in the saddle and his two men already mounted. ■' . “Straight alien Cl, and going full tilt, and his horse hard. Good luck.” cried Dering as they galloped away from him. . He turned to his horse aud smiled. He slipped his hand under the mane, to feel the satchel safely there, ■ “Twenty thousand paper pounds, otucj so very small: small enough,to fit into a satchel against a horse’s neck. Did tbe fools think I’d carry sovereigns with me when there were thousandpound notes there for .a quick hand to lift?” And Glen Dering, bank robber, smiled as he rode on, following tbe long path behind his pursuers,—A. S,