Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1881-03-02

Presently, his face close to the floor
Densmore found that he could both
see and hear. Three sharp looking
men entered.
"Ha! all here" said Price, in q
low tone. IL want half thousand
tonight, for we kin send it to the
tavern tomorrow, and the chap above
wants some. Did you bring the dies,
Bray"
The man addressed shook his head.
81 haven't been home, an jest come
from Elkhorn. Send Nettie."
Price turned to the girl.
"Are you afraid to 60, Metz"
"Afraid!" she laughed, and touch
ed her bosom, just drawing the butt
of pistol into sight-"afraid, Dick 7
You know better nor that"
And throwing a heavy cloak about
her the girl opened the door and dis
appeared into the night.
Price turned to the gang.
"Boys, fire up, and prepare the
rest of the metal, and when Net comes
with the dies, well coin"
a he ceased speaking, he seized a
heavy iron bar and thrust it under
the hearth stone. The others joined
hands with him, and with desperate
efforts they slowly raised the great
stone.
Beneath it appeared a door secur-
ed by bolts. The trap raised, fight
of steps were seen.
The four descended, one carrying a
lantern, and Price dropped the door.
Then, opening a sort of hidden closet,
he drew from it box of rough silver
coin and milling machine, with
which he began to work.
Densmore breathed hard.
"Trapped!" he whispered, trap
ped And now for work."
Noiselessly he arose and approach
ed the ladder. In either pocket were
his pistols, in his hands a pair Of
bracelets, on his breast star.
AT the top of the ladder he paused,
struck his foot against the floor, and
coughsd. There was quick stir be-
low.
"NIr. Brice Mr.. Brice Vas you
der :"
A half growl from below.
"What do you wants"
81 vas sick, Mr.. Brice-I vos so
hot as never vas. j want a lettle
water, Mr.. Brice."
".What the =" then came an oath.
"Lie still, We Dutch fool, and I'll
bring ye water. Don't come here"
"Oh, no, Mr.. Bricel But some
water, Mr.. Brice, for Gods sake! l
vas burned alife {"
There was moving about the room,
patter of dipper and pail, and then
Price approached.
Here, Dutchy, here's yer 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; at the
same moment the cold muzzle of q
heavy revolver pressed against his
forehead and the voice of the detec-
tive Kissed in his ear:
"Not sound or I'll kill you! Up
with the other hand"
Price obeyed, and as he turned up
on the floor below, the detective wa,
at his side.
"Sit there, with your back to the
door,"
Again the coiner obeyed, bowling
his head upon his hand. Then Dens-
more crept to the trap, closed it, and
shot the heavy bolts.
Without raising his head, Price
whispered:
They'll smother"
"They must run their chances" re-
piled Densmore.
So saying, he crept near to the
cabin door and waited. He must have
the woman, the spy, the last and best
of the gang.
The moments passed; the hour was
drawing to close, when suddenly the
door opened and Nettie entered.
AS she did so, Densmore stepped
forward, in single glance the girl
comprehended all, and with q wild
shrek she eprang 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