The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-03-24

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so your threatening device. your ser
pent's head. has brought about your
own undoing.
Scanlon started slightly. still crouch
inn bnInW the fonI chest, and the lines
Of his cruel mouth hardened percepti-
bly,. o.,
1 snarIed. with suppressed ferocity. 1t
/ be you or me this time Felix Boyd II
Won dare come into the open
/ II viii be YOU. Scanlon, not me, -
cried Bovd. in louder tones. You are
( the man run down. And if you are
wise YOU will drop your weapon"
Drop il? Run down, did you say?I
| You Internal fool do you think
! L think that better men than you,
/ Scanlon. have been luTed into an am
! bush. as you now are helplessly-
/ Ambush
! The one significant word now issued
with a semi-supDressed snarl of appre-
/ hensiOn from the twitching lips of the
7 Big Finger. He glanced swiftly back
over his shoulder. and the snarl be-
came a shrek of mingled desperation
ana diSmay.
Between him and the open door by
! which he had entered the corridor stood
! Jimmie Coleman. Detective Alderman
and three of the local policemen in blue
and brass. Every man of them held a
revolver ieveled straight at Scanlon
head.
Drop that gun. Scanlon," roared
( Coleman. with terrible sternness. Drop
/ il, and throw up your hands.
/ The man crouching near the tool
/ chest appeared like beast at bay. The
ruse by which he had been lured into
! his present situation had dawned upon
/ him, and the repeated defeats he had
/ suffered through the superior cunning
of Felix Boyd and this utter failure of
/ his own last murderOus design, served
to act like spurs i'm the sides of his
! vengeful hatred and render him Obliv-
/ ioUs to personal fear.
/ At such times SCanlOn was nothing if
not desperate. For the bare fraction
of a second he covered beside the tool
chest with his bloodleSs features con-
| vuised and tWitching, and his restless
! eyes glowing like living Goals from the
deathly whiteness of his distorted face.
Then he uttered one fierce YELL leaped
/ TO his feet and fired one wild shot at
the central Office man, then darted like
a deer across the corridor and up a
fight of stairs, now bent only upon
| making his escape.
Half-a-dOzen numbering reports rang
through the wing and as many bullets
sang their deadly song about ScanlOn's
Iuster rail on every side of him, yet the
fleeing man himself appeared to bear q
charmed life. Seemingly within an in
slant he had gained the top of the
stairs and reached the second floor.
Felix Boyd. who had been unable to
get a lire on him, now dashed up the
stairs after him, at the same time
shouting back TO Coleman:
"Out that way. Jimmie; every man OF
% 1G n1r.G CT
look after him within"
! Coleman. followed closely by Aker-
man and the policemen, rushed out o.
the wing, and presently had every wall
effectuaily covered. The shooting had
reached the ears of numerous return
ing labOrers. moreover, as well as many
inmates of the sanitarium, and within
a minute great throng of excited men
were hurrying nearer the scene Of the
disturbance.
With Boyd scarce thirty feet behind
him, Scanlon mounted two flights Of
stairs, vainly striving to discover
some avenue by which he might elude
his pursuer and return undetected 10
the ground floor. To stop for a single
instant was out of the question, how
| ever, and in his mad fight he present
ly observed an open window through
! which he could reach the staging out
side, from which the masons were lay
ing the prOtruding capstones of the
walls.
As desperate as a rat I'm a trap, Sean
lon darted to the window and clam
bersd up to the stage, fully fifty feet
from the ground. Then the crowd which
had been rapidly gathering below
caught sight OF him, and d
He stopped for moment
and gazed down at them, rushing hfth-
er and thither in their excitement, then
fiercely shook bis fist at Coleman and
the police.
Curse you all.' he hoarsely cried
with Infatuated accents. III cheat
you YETI
/ Then he ran quickly along the other
wise deserted stage toward the outer
end of the wing. Before he had COW
cred thirty feet, however, the shouts
and yells from below were redoubled
and he felt the jar at the stage back
of him. He wheeled sharp about, and
beheld Felix Boyd clambering up from
the window. With a snarl of vengefu
fury, Scanlon whipped out his revolver
again and fired.
The bullet splintered a vertical STRIP
of joist close to Boyd's head, yet he
continued to mount the woodwork il
defiance of d second shot, much as il
air, and he quickly reached the stage.
Before Scanlon could fire SECOND
shot. however, there came a rapid vol
ley from the weapons of the detective:
on the ground. and he heard the ball:
whistle by him. The situation instant
Iy became too open and warm for the
Big Finger, even, and he darted reck
lessly along the lofty stage until ht
could round the outer corner of th'
wing. There he halted again, out o.
range from Boyd, who now was in pur
suit of him, revolver in hand.
Dropping to one knee on the stage
thus sheltering himself from the gun!
of the detectives, Scanlon waited FOL
Boyd TO come nearer, bent upon shoot
ing him from around the corner. Thi:
brought a yell of warning from Jimmie
Coleman, who was following Scanlon'!
every move and trying vainly to get Z
line on him.
Look out for him, Felix he yelled
wildly Look OUT He's waiting fOl
you at the corner, Fall back till I cal
send men to the top of the wing!
Boyd heard, and waved his hand. theT
darted back a few steps and dropped