Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-10-12

| figure with a Winchester pointed at blank
range INTO the cab. For moment there
was no answef-no noise save the snuff
| hing gurgle Of the air pump. Then voice
rang down. the Iine: IT'S a brown hat he
wears, boysrs~
A streaH of fire spurted from the cab.
| and the silence exploded with q crash. The
night roar with the echo, and scream
| OF anguish s>ieEcsd the thunders of the de-
tonatlon Then the stiffness fell again for
mn only be BY the os
had died with it's giver, and peace seemed
assured, when Ahere was a sudden rush
| of footsteps
'.Firer cried a-voice
WINS, wa,stied nth the questing lead and cry
across s the gloomEa voice screamed warn
Ing to flight; the coaches in the rear re-
sounded with a frightened uproar, and
man In a white hat beside the right Of way
sat waiting indffferently for the noise to
| end
III yer as much as wink, Doc Burdle,"
he cautioned. 'ill scatter yer brains from
one end er the map to the other"
curse answered the warning. for the
man IN the white hat sat upon the chest of
the other, pistol held to his head Yer
wel-hain't yer? God help yer, yer dog,
Wien m clear er this:
easy answer. ITS been a hot chase to
land yer. but it's did, ole man. Easy there,
now. NO monkey shines, or" He pressed
the cold rim Of the revolver muzzle into
the others ear, and with a suggestive wrig-
gle OF the weapon made his meaning
clearer. The shots had died away, but the
uproar continued: FLANDERS! Q Flanders
a voice roared from the engine. Here,
SIT! answered the man in the white hat.
Inc outlaw writhed again. "Ah-r, let me
&C. h wont yer! III make 1T wuth while
there's lot put by Won't yer?'
WHAT roarerd Flanders. Let yer go
10 De Wrltin' things to the papers? Not
inuch DOC Yer come near to maxim me
t .o the Job wunst, ole man, and I'll not
take chances agin. Lie easy, now"
FLANDERS! Flanders!'' cried the voice of
Tower again.
Here, SIR he answered meekly.
testify.
Cant sir. I've got some one with me-"
Got what?"
Got Doc Burdle SIR
A half-dozen lanterns came f1ickerinp oy,
run toward him. Hello, chief" said
FLANDERS. I've filed that hand-got a full
mousse too Make yer acquainted with Chief
lower e, ~, Doc Burdle-Doc-Chief; Chief
DOC. Ihen, as they clamped the hand
Guns on the outlaws wrists, Flanders arose
and wiped his brow. Guess 1 squared my
SELF, he muttered.
And now" said the chief, when he con.
Ironted Flanders in the baggage car. .per
maps you'H explain all this"
Aalnt much to explain chief" Flanders
ansWeIeo. Il jus got next to the Doc
MIN clip on the ear and sat on his chest
when he come 'to.,s
But how in thunder did you get next to
hlm! demanded the chief
Zeal easy, chief. Evenin', Mr.. Piercy "
For an instant the detective stared at
flanders; then, with a menacing gesture
leaped to his feet. The Superintendent
clutched him by the collar whats this
mean?'' he growled
Meant! roared Percy ''Why. it was
thls banked outlaw here that hit me in
tne race at Seed City and wrecked all the
WINDOWS In the car Why, I'd "a given nv
Jop TO We met him wunst out there in the
push. reckon, then, yer'd never taken
him alive" 8 ~i-
Flanders turned to his chief, his face
TRANSPORTED with merriment, but Tower
stared IN establishment. ''Outlaw-what
We mean, Pieres? This is no outIaw-it's
FLANDERS, one of my men"
Plercys face fell. and Flanders laughed
aloud. Yer seq Chief he explained, Il
Heeueo a good excuse to get off at Seed
City. If I'd JUS dropped in there without
might a ratified .a2charge er buckshot agin
my ribs. So soTter got Percy, here. TO
throw me off. = He did his best. too, but T
mad 1t in foxshimsg er know, and made time
ny. linen, wer sse when was shook off
at the, sta tifn, WHY the Doc and his gang
took right NatehefaHy to me-see? They
let me in oE@the Aall thing, and what got
on to- give US the right to go down
there and run in the whole outfit from A
amt it?" 81 y
"Goou! why.s and the chief fell tn
laughing uproariously