The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-01-25

machine, with which he began to work.
Densmore breathed hard.
"Trapped ~ he whispered-"trapped
The whole gang complete And now
for work"
Noiselessly he arose and approached
the ladder. In either pocket were his
pistols, and in his hands a pair of
bracelets, on his breast a star. At the
top of the ladder he paused, struck his
foot against the floor, and coughed.
There was quick stir below.
Mr.. Bricel Mr.. Brice! Vas you
dere 7"
A half growl from below answered
him:
g What do you want ?"
i vas sick, Mr.. Brice-I vas so hot
as neffer vas. want leetle water, Mr..
Brice, if you please, Mr.. Brice."
"What the" then came an oath.
" Lie still, ye Dutch fool, and I'll bring
ye water. Don't come here"
80, no, Mr.. Brice But some water,
Mr.. Brice, for Gods sake vas burned
alife |"
There was move about the room, a
patter of dipper and pail, and Price
approached the ladder. Densmore
breathed hard. The steps came nearer,
nearer; they mounted the ladder. He
crouched, waiting. An instant more
and the bearded face of Price appeared
above the opening in the floor, and his
right hand was raised, holding tin cup
of water.
"Here, Dutchy-ye're cursed bard to
take care of-here's a drink"
Carl's arm was outstretched; but as
he touched the dipper, there came q
sharp click and the handcuf closed
about the wrist of the coiner, and, at the
moment, the cold muzzle of q heavy
Colts revolver pressed against his fore
head, and the voice of the detective
Missed in his ear:
Not sound, or I'll kill you! Up
with your other hand"
The man was fairly caught and he
knew it, The color fled from his bronz-
ed face, leaving it ashen-hued; cold
sweat gathered in beads upon his brow;
the prison doors yawned before him !;
but one glance into the deep eyes of the
detective was enough, and with a shud-
der and a groan he allowed the handouts
to be clasped about his other wrist.
And now go down; without noise,
too,' said Densmore, or"
Price obeyed and as he turned upon
the floor, below, the detective was at his
side.
"Sit there" as he pointed toward the
table, " with your back to the door"
Again the coiner obeyed, bowling his
head upon his hands. Then Densmore
crept to the trap, closed it, and shot the
heavy bolts.
Without raising his head, Price whis-
pered:
"They'll smother"
"They must run their chances" re-
piled Densmore, coldly.
So saying, he crept near to the cabin
door and waited. He must have the
woman, the spy, the last and best Of all
the gang.
The moments passed; the hour was
drawing TO close, and the detective
listened with bated breath for his CON-
ing victim, when suddenly without q
sound the door opened and Nettie en-
tered. AS she did so Densmore stepped
forward, and would have laid his hand
upon her shoulder, but, in a single
glance, the girl comprehended all, and
with wild shrek she sprang from
him, the dies dropping from her arms
as she did so, while Price started from
his seat and joined her. And then again
the detective found himself facing his
enemies, one of them now armed, for
the woman had drawn pistol.
But there was no struggle. With
nerves tense as steel, and deadly light
in the clear blue eyes, Carl leveled his
heavy weapons, one at each of the
figures before him, and in low, cool
tones said:
"Up with your hands In the name
of the national government arrest you
as counterfeiters. Quick
The last word was addressed to the
woman, for in her eye, too, there gleam-
ed dangerous light; but, before the
detective could stay her, the pistol was
turned, there rang sharp report, and
from her side there welled the bright
blood, splashing the wooden floor, and,
with moaning cry, she tottered and