The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1899-06-24
copyright. 1855. BY S. S. Mcclure

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copyright. 1895. BY S. S. Meclure.l
CHAPTER IV.-CoNT1NUED.
Five minutes later he was back again.
Tom had not returned, and Rider
gulped down another draught Of fiery
liquor and then skulked up the street
until he came to the darkest portion,
where narrow alley afforded him Sc
cure hiding place. His right hand was
hidden in the pocket Of his coat, and
grasped short implement made Of
bone, which the sailors call "tid," and
which he had secured while on board a
few moments before.
Under ordinary circumstances the
liquor he had imbibed would have con-
fused his brain, but now he was only
determination to secure the papers
which meant SO much to the man who
could reach the gold region with, them.
There had been smart shower in the
early part of the evening, and the drip
ing from the low caves Of the houses
still continued. but had dragging and
relenting sound. A solitary street light
so yards away cast a dismal CLEAN for
few square yards in either direction,
while an occasional burst of drunken
laughter from the next street told of
some party of jewellers making their
noisy way home.
The mate noticed none of these
things. His eyes were fixed. intently
in the direction from which he expect
ed his victim to come, and his square
jaws were set. Through his brain ran
but one thought:
"The papers!"
Half an hour passed and Tom came
striding along under the gaslight
humming tune and merrily rehears-
ing the play he had just witnessed
Suddenly the watcher uttered an i'm.
precation under his breath, for just as
he was gathering himself for spring
he espied dark figure stealing noise
lessly along behind the young man.
Closer and closer crept the fateful
shadow, and as Tom arrived opposite
the alley where the mate was crouch.
ing, the latter saw the second figure
take few rapid, noiseless strides
Then an arm was raised over Toms
head and fell with crushing force, send.
ing him stunned and senseless to the
muddy pavement, while his assailant
bent over his form to secure the valu
ables he might have about him.
With a shout of rage the mate rushed
from his place of concealment toward
the stranger, who sprang nimbly to his
feet and sped down the street at amaz
ing speed, without waiting to dispute
the field with the newcomer.
/. To kneel by the PROSTATE form anc
tear open his clothing was the work
/, of am instant. and when Obed Rider
arose to his feet he held the belt con
tanning the precious documents in his
hands.
Slipping it quickly into his pocket h,
gave hasty glance about him. All wa!
still and once more he knelt by Tom
side, painting.
as lie dead? I must be sure!"
In one hand he grasped his weapon
and the other he placed over the young
mans heart.
At first he detected no pulsation
then there was feeble f1utter and :
moment later Tom groaned family.
Hes alive!"
The words, were Kissed forth in f:
murderous manner and as he spoke
Rider raised his weapon.
But the blow did not fall, for even a.
he nerved himself for the stroke tn,
mate had new thought which arrested
his arm. He must have money and hat
no time to lose. If he robbed Tom o
both money and papers the victim
even if he recovered, was powerless tt
pursue his Journey further. VIII,
would believe his story of the golt
. mine?
All this flashed through his brain il
much less time than it takes, 20 write it
and with feverish, trembling haste h,
began fumbling about in Toms clothes
He was not long finding the none,
which Tom carried in an inside poke
of his vest and was rising to his fee
when a door suddenly opened few
yards away and a man came out of tn,
house.
Without waiting to see in which di
rection he was turning, Obed Rider hur
ried away toward the wharf and wa
soon safe in his stateroom with his i'll
gotten booty. His eyes shone with dew
ilish triumph as he pored over the pa
pers, and the sight of over $500 in casl
wrapped around the railroad ticket t.
Seattle filled his measure of satisfac
> tion tooverflowing.
He had no knowledge of the amour
left Tom by the old miner and as hs
carefully secreted his treasures abou
his person, he chuckled:
"I'm made man. He's lost his pill
and the papers, too. III take the trai1
to-day, you fool. in your place. won
der if he will get over the rap or not
don't need to fret, anyway. I ddn'
hit him. and he'll never know who did. >
Toms unintentional rescuer cam,
quickly along until he caught sight o
the PROSTATE figure, then he stopped
short and slipped his hand behind him
= glancing sharply about on every side
Apparently satisfied that no one wa
near. he knelt by the motionles>' form
and struck match.