The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-07-25

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] should say" he replied, dryly. what
did he take of yours with him?"
AS he spoke my hand went instructive.
Nv to the place where my belt had been
it was gone. j sprang to my feet with
a cry. "He's got the bag" shouted
lies robbed me of the wages-thirteen
hundred pounds"
''Oh,~ he said, that's it, is It? Then
he turned to the black.
''Here, you Jacky, take a horse-malSe
2 look you. Burra horse gone"
Jacl<y leaped like cat upon the horse
lie WINS holding, and disappeared down
the track.
The constable pulled out his watch.
sYou left Hutchens' about seven, didn't
you? You'd be here about the half
hour. It's close on eight now. Well,
half an hour isn't much of start, after
all. How do you feel yourself, now,
young fellow?" he asked, suddenly;
''all right?"
felt my arms and legs little doubt
fully. "Well, there's no bones broken,
/ fancy, but I've felt better in my time.
] must have come on my head, think,
for It's precious shaky, but I'm not
much the worse"
He ran his eye quickly over me as
lspoke. "Right you are, he said. "You
come along with Jacl<y and me, and
wei see II we can't hear something OF
this bag of yours. I've kind of notion
that I've got business with your friend,
anyway. How the devil you could have
been fool enough to lei him or anybody
else know about the bag, can't think"
II didn't let soul know" replied,
Indignantly. Nobody knew about IL
except Macallister, the manager"
continued, in answer TO his tone, and
the look of searching inquiry in his
Eyes that were fixed on me as spoke.
"Oply the manager?" he said.
"Well," added, "come 20 think of II,
it's Just possible Tom might have
known, II he was listening, for he was
IN the store Mt the time"
"Tom Who's Tom?" he asked.
Toms the accountant and store
keeper Mt Bnndnlla. He wns in the
store when the manager gave me the
bag in the Office, and the Office is a
part of the store"
Gould he have seen, do you think ?"
"Not he; but he might have heard
us talSing--the partitions only thin.
lie might have heard Mncalister tell
me not TO take n revolver" / added, a
sense OF injury making me for the mo-
ment inclined TO throw the blame Of
my disaster on Macallister OF anybody
else.
The sergeant whistled. sob" he snid.
~and how long have you known Tom ?"
ITS only about three weeks since
he was taken on. lie came up with a
letter from somebody in Sydney"
The sergeant whistled in a medi;ative
way again. "Ah, l shouldn't wonder" :"
he said. "But here's Jacly coming back.
Now we'll sec what chance there Is of
tracking Tom"
Jscky rode up ms he spoke, and jumped
from the horse like monkey.
NliTWeli. Jncky. yon make-a.flnd him ~
"Findy? You betty. Jacky nndyi
White fellow tupid fellow him.
"All right" exclaimed the sergeant,
turning TO me. "Do you think you're
1T for a tramp that may be longlsh
one?"
what. To cntch tho scoundrel tha,
shot Cossnck? Rather."
"Come on the line, then; we've nc
time To lose"
The sergeant insisted on my mount.
Ing his horse and we started. Jacky
trotting slowly along in front, his great
shaggy head bent forwards and moving
SLOWLY from side 20 side as he went
We proceeded for perhaps n quarter o
mile along the bush track till tn,
trees grew thinner aud we found our
selves In the open. There was busi
nguir In front Of us. perhaps half
mile OF. and on our left was the chan
mel of the Cinns-gulln creek. winding
round the foot of the raope. which