Penny Dreadfuls, 1897 · page 209 of 240
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A STUBBORN ANTAGONIST. 205 **T’m on,’’ said Mike. ; The chase went on to the perfect satisfaction of Paloyna, who, with growing excitement, saw the distance between him and Patterson’s carriage gradually decreasing. His one fear now was that Strobel would be found to be seri- ously injured, and he felt a great dread lest Poubalov in his madness had killed him! He would not dwell upon this thought, however, concentrating all his force on the struggle that would probably ensue when the closed car- riage was at last overtaken. They were now in Washington Street, and again going toward the city. Patterson was less than a block away, “Give it to him now, Mike,’’ said Paul; ‘‘get right alongside and make him pull up.”’ Mike nodded and gave his horse a smart cut with the whip. He sprang forward at a gallop. Patterson was driving near the curb, and Mike took the outside. He drove close beside the closed carriage, in order to _ “*nocket’’ his adversary and so compel him to pull up. The maneuver succeeded admirably. Taken by surprise at the sudden appearance of a rapidly galloping horse very near his wheels, Patterson reined his pair nearer to the curb, uttering an impatient curse at the carelessness of the other driver. Mike forced him over still further, and Patterson was compelled in self-defense to stop. As he did so he turned his head to tell Mike what he thought of him,‘and Paul recognized the stranger whom he had seen in conversation with Poubalovy. The two drivers exchanged angry words that would look rather worse in print, if possible, than they sounded, and Paul lost no time in descending to the ground. The vehicle, were too close together to admit of going between them, so he ran around to the sidewalk and wrenched open the carriage door. Then he stood stock still. The carriage was empty. | COnmichooks (C@)