There was a sputter and a series of coughs from the engine, and simultaneously the motor, upon which all depended, went dead.
[CHAPTER XX.]
CONFESSION.
"This is the finish!"
Ned gasped out the words as he heard the last expiring cough of the motor. It was hopelessly short-circuited. The battery box was drenched, the spark-plugs dripping.
Kenworth turned a white face on him.
"You mean——"
"That your wicked schemes have ended in this, Kenworth—a miserable death for us all. This tinder box cannot live more than five minutes longer, if that. You had best prepare to meet your Maker."