The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-09-30

~ saw Coleman, still in disguise, just
around the opposite corner.
At the end of the interval mentioned,
the shop door was opened by rough
fellow in a truckman's garb, who
glanced doubtfully about until he dis
covered Boyd, then quickly approached
him.
Say, sir, is your name Boyd?" he
asked. in a husky, semi-subdued whis-
per and with breath odorous of Santa
Cruz rum and molasses.
Boyd nodded. and appeared bit sur
prised and curious.
Yes he quietly admitted. why do
you ask"
Because a covey down in a saloon
below here asked me to come here after
you. Said I'd know you quick enough.
Said his name was Finley, and as how
you'd understand"
why didn't he come himself" in
quired Boyd, though he already antici-
pated all that this artifce was designed
to accomplish
Because he wanted to follow a covey
who was just leaving the place, and
who went through an alley right near
it, the ruffian huskily explained. Fin
ley didn't want to lose sight of him,
dye see, and so he asked me to bring
you through the alley after him. 1 dun
no what's up, but 1 said I'd do Il IL
there was anything in it for me. If the
game" .---.>,.-..
Never mind what the game is"
growled Boyd abruptly. II understand
it now. and will go with you. Lead the
way, for we'd best lose no time"
No danger o cops. is there?" queried
the fellow, suspiciously, as they left
the shop together. IF there is, cut me
out of the"
mo, no, nothing Of the Sort" cried
Boyd CURLY. Lead the way and look
lively"
Il can do that all right" nodded the
other, with a leer at Boyd's stern face
Il know every crook and turn through
yonder barracks-leastwise ought to-"
Good enough! Through the alley
did you say?"
Aye, this way!'
He gripped Boyds arm and drew
him into narrow passsg e between the
buildings, at the same time glancing
back the way they had come. Only one
person was in sight-a bearded man.
apparently half drunk, staggering. with
hands thrust deep in his pockets. along
the narrow sidewalk.
Get q move on muttered BOYD. i'm
patiently. Did Finley go this way ?
II so, we have no time to waste"
aye, ne ala. L III snow YOU.
The speaker. plunged into the alley,
with Boyd close at his heels, and led
the way through to stable yard. With
his revolver into the side pocket OF his
coat.
He must have come this way" NUT
tered the ruffian, over his shoulder
"Mebbe they've gone through the sta
BILE and sheds, if he followed the
covey''
IF he did. I must find him." BOYD
impatiently rejoined. Go ahead if you
know the way. I'll follow"
AYE, 1 know it"
The ruffian crossed the foul yard, and
pushed open the door of the stable.
into which he hurriedly plunged, with
Boyd close behind him. The place was
damp and lighted only dimly. and the
fellow paused to mutter huskily:
They're not here. There's a shed
and alley out back They must have
gone that way. Shall we follow 'em %
Yes, yes, go on"
Boyd followed for a step or two-then
heard the stable door close with a
crash behind him. Like a flash. he
wheeled sharply about, only TO quickly
dodge the arms and blows of three
others. Finley among them. who had
sprung from obscure corners of the dis
NAL stable.
Nail him. Nall him. you foolsv'
Finley 6ercely cried, as Boyd leaped
aside and brought his shoulders TO one
of the walls. IF he
But there his voice was drowned by
the ringing report of Boyd's revolver.
and one of the gang. who had sprung
nearer with a bludgeon, went to the
floor with his wrist fractured by the
bullet
Above the cries of pain and rage that
followed, the voice of Boyd rang out
like trumpet.
80, so. Finley. this was your game.
eh, Not a move from you fellows. or
All, Jimmie, you're just in time. Close
In and cover these fellows. every man
of theml Not one must escape us! Hank
you. Finley. drop that gun, or I'll let
daylight into your
This sudden turn OF the situation. al
though obviously anticipated by Felix
Boyd.> utterly nonplused his dismayed
and startled assailants.' Having close
ly followed Boyd from the street. Jim
mic Coleman had thrown open the sta
bic door moment after the fracas be-
gan, and appeared with drawn revolv-
ers upon the stirring scene. 1t was
situation obviously so well In hand
that only Finley offered brief
resistance; though he, too, speedily
dropped his weapon when confronted
by the threatening muzzle of that i'm
the hand Of Felix Boyd.
just as you say, Mr.. Boyd" he
sneered bitterly, as he complied.
Plainly enough you have been a bit
too clever for me, and 1 reckon the
game is up