The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-10-28

The design is not theirs, Jimmie, but
was born in the fertile brain of the Big
Finger" Boyd forcibly rejoined. 1T
appears in his communications to Wy
koff. through the Dole girl, and by
means of the secret cipher He is to
await good opportunity, slip slowly
down the river in a swift steam launch,
and at a favorable moment dart quick
ly toward the pier OF which the con-
victS are at work. Then will come a
bolt for freedom by Wykoff and Raffer-
~. plunge into the river. a scrambling
aboard the launch, and then a swift
dash for the opposite shore. and"
Break off, ladder whispered Cole
man sharply. Here's the waiter with
our grub
There is time enough for US, Jim
mie," said Felix Boyd. compIacentIy.
II will outline my counter-move while
we eat
The man in the next booth quietly
drew himself up, then reached for the
bottle and glass on his table
Here's to your counter-move Mr.
Felix Boyd he said to himself. with a
smile in which malevolence and vicious
satisfaction were strangely mingled. L
will wager my life that it proves abor-
tive-and costs you your own Your
good health-while you live-Mr.
Boyd
Then he drank, and waited.
There was dull-gray mist hanging
over the Hudson.
1t was like veil At times it was
lifted little by a breath of air, re-
vealing the varied features of the
placid river and the adjacent land
scape; but, for the most part. ii hung
listless over the broad stream. obsc11r-
ing the farther shore, and partly veil
ing the grim. mercilesS face of the
frowning penitentiary whose barred
windows commanded view of the stir
ring episodes then and there enacted.
1t was approaching o'clock in the
afternoon, just q week subsequent to
the interview between Boyd and Cole
man at. the Woodcock That the Big
Finger then had overheard an that had
passed between them. and since had
planned with audacious daring to turn
TO his own advantage the designs BOYD
had impaired to the central Office man
appears in the subdued intercourse of
two Of large gang of convict labor
ers, then engaged in the work mem
toned by Jimmie Coleman.
One of the two was a burly. middle
aged ruffian, hard-visaged and pow
erful; the other was a slight. athletic
fellow. obviously shrewd and intelli-
gent, whose keen eyes and clean-cut
features still evinced the same cold
nerve and insOlent assurance as when
Felix Boyd finally ran him down long
months before. The one was Rafferty,.
the burglar. The other was Paul wv
koff. the whilom chief lieutenant and
adviser of Scanlon, the Big Finger
Among gang of about forty con-
victs, over whom half a score of armed
guards were keeping constant watch.
they were engaged in the construction
of a broad wooden pier along the river
bank. 1t was not entirely by chance,
moreover, that the work then had
brought these two so near that they
could venture speaking one to the 9TH
er. which was a serious violation of a
rigorous rule
Yet Rafferty, presently snarled. with
characteristic inelegance. and a furtive
glance toward one of the guards:
Curse that Internal screw / believe
he means TO queer the whole business -
A faint smile curled Wykoffs thin
lips.
Not on your life,'' he whispered. con-
fidently. Trust Scanlon to know what
he is about. l have his word for II.
Rafferty,. the way is OPEN
Yet the lamps of that damned elbow
are always fixed on us the devil take
him! I'd like just one crack at his ugly