New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-06-26

great clock the the Ferry Building showed
twenty-four minutes after twelve; the long lower.
outside nave of the building deserted for the
last passengers of the night crowding through
the gate.
Suddenly darted out of the building pursued
by pain-clothes policeman a heavy-shod thick
necked policeman whose body girthed with many
layers of areolar tissue. The in the lead Was
heavily built muscular. fnelooking. we'll dressed he
lightly; the policeman following him luInberingly
'antlngy. For a little way they ran, pursuer and
ursued. under the of the open part of the
Try building. Then the fugitive darted upon
aSphaltum of the street, from that the SluShy
cobbes. the full width of the and
20 the sckly glare of the many lights of the
mt saloons. The man wore tall hat. and he tight
ID it as he
he policeman took the slippery asphaltum struck
hard running of the cobbles caught his toe in a
rail, and ioundered profanely the ground That
the end OF the chase, as far that particular
concerned.
soon as satisfied that the pursuer had lost the
the fugitive doubled turning back the
He had a light his arm, and he
y slipped it then made for the first opening
the buildings that would give him view 81
water Tbs lap-lap of the waves at the piles
he sound OF heavy oil in agitation; dow below II
unfathOmably black; Scant hundred ards
nyriad blaze OF lights showed the steamer her
.ay the other shore
Ii was little time the spent useless staring
after the boat that he had missed He from this
opening to the next below, looking down into The
water best he could. then he to the opening
the next ilock, darllnS AROUND carts ana
sheds and donkey engines. his feet making peculiar
slushy noise they squeezed the water out of the
spongy planking.
The twinkle of an arc lamp making black mirror
OF the wharf showed the end of the As before
the man 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
the squaty red cabin at the back of the wharf. and
hammered the door persistenty InsiSently noiSiy
till there answer from within: even then he
did not cease his pounding the door and kept up
till the door flung angrlly open
Your launchi" he said " AT once. at once mind
voui Don't wait to dress. Grab your clothes.
Money don't count" He struck his coat pocket.
which gave forth the unmistakable 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 once 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 d swept long. oiled coat, and gathered
his clothes in his The sfring-lock clicked. and
the waterman leading the lay
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 ana had the going around while
another would have been parleying.
You're the mani said the stranger 90 oure
the man for me-" While the boat gathered way,
her cour her purpose yet underlined, the
fugitive stranger took handful of gold, then another
and pressed them upon the waterman who tossed the
stuff on the top OF a locker
Now re to. and how much timer" asked the
Captain his thick clumsy fingers playing slilfuy
with a half-dozen oil-cups at once.
That ferry making the bay I've got to
.e.CT, 81 Can won do 80 asked the q wild