New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-06-26
By Z. Spence de Pwe

penetrated as no honest ram could do. HE
! planking of the wharves along the whole of San
Francisco's waterfront soggv as a sponge The
great clock the tower of the Ferry Building showed
twenty-four minutes after twelve; the long. lower
! outside of the building deserted for the
l last passengers of the night crowdng through
| the gate.
Suddenly darted of the building pursued
4 by plain-clothes policeman, a heavy-shod. thick
! necked policeman, whose body was grthed with many
Mayors of areolar tissue. The in the lead was
heavily built. muscular, fneooking well-dressed; he
an lightly; the policeman following him lumberingly
antingly. For little way they ran pursuer and
.lTsursued under the of the open part of the
inerry building. Then the fugitive darted upon
ne asphaltum of the street from that to the slushv
leven cobbles the full width of the and
Ito the sicdy glare of the many lights of the
and mt saloons. The tall hat and he tight
ID it he
tinllhe policeman took the slippery asphaltum struck
hard running of the cobbes, caught his in a
Trail and hormdered profanely to the ground That
the the end of the chase, far that particular
ofertenan concerned.
us soon satisfied that the pursuer had lost the
explai the fugitive doubled turning back to the
looks He had light overcoat his arm. and he
'Tkly slipped then made for the first opening
"Sis,en the buildings that would give him view OF
tlen water The laplap of the the piles
She he sound of heavy oil in agitation down below
chair lnfathomafy black; Scant hundred ards
myriad blaze OF lights showed the steamer on her
.ay the other shore
1T little time the spent III useless staring
after the boat that he had missed He ran from this
opening O the below, looking down into The
water as best he could; then he the opening
In the next block. darling around and
sheds and donkey-eng his feet making peculiar
slushy noise as they squeezed the water of the
spOngy plankIng.
The twinkle of arc lamp, making black mirror
of the wharf showed the end of the As before
the the edge of the wharf and looked
Something little lighter than the caught his
eves-the outline of a launch The turned
quickly, without pausing to calculate went over to
the squatty red cabin the back of the wharf. and
hammered the door persistenty insistenty nolsly
till there came an from within; then he
did not his pounding the door. and kept up
till the door flung angrily open.
Your laurchi" he said - AT once, once mind
YOU, Don't wait dress Grab your clothes.
Money don't count" He struck his pocket,
which gave forth the unmistalable Jingle and ringing
of gold
Now Captain Moran a Shrewd old man. cunning
and deep and hard: and many the strange trips his
boats had made. they slipped from their landing
float and few the questions he asked. So, while
the musical tinkle yet in the air, the old man
turned a swept on a long. oiled coat and gathered
his clothes in his The spring-locl clicked. and
the waterman was leading the
Down the incline, the float. Tumble in.
said Captain Moran. He gave his clothes toss, and
had the lines fire. from the boat and in by the side
of the man ana had the going around while
another would have been parleying.
You're the mani" said the stranger. ''N oure
the man for me-" While the boat gathered way.
her q, her purpose yet underlined, the
fugitive stranger took handful of gold then another,
and pressed them upon the waterman who tossed the
stuff the top OF a locker.
Now re to- and how much timer" asked the
CAPTAIN, ms thick clumsy fingers playing slllfully