seers before, and groping along in complete darkness."

"How in the world could he do it?" Aunt Abby asked, breathlessly.

"The chap who drew the line was behind him--behind, mind you--and
he willed him where to go. Of course, he did his best, kept his
mind on the job, and earnestly used his mentality to will Hanlon
along. And did! There, that's all I know, until this
afternoon's stunt is pulled off. But what I've told you, I do
know--I saw it, and I, for one, am a complete convert to
telepathy!"

The busy man, hastily shaking hands, bustled away, and Hendricks
told in glee how, through his acquaintance with Mortimer, he had
secured a permit to drive his car among the front ones that were
following the performance, which was to begin very soon now.

Gus returned, and they were about to start when Aunt Abby set up
a plea for a copy of the paper that she wanted.

Good-natured Gus tried his best, Hendricks himself made
endeavors, but all in vain. The papers were gone, the edition
exhausted. Nor could any one whom they asked be induced to part
with his copy even at a substantial premium.

"Sorry, Miss Ames," said Hendricks, "but we can't seem to nail
one. Perhaps later we can get one. Now we must be starting or
we'll soon lose our advantage."

The crowd was like a rolling sea by this time, and only the