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

we're entirely deserted. II Delng an
bour when most of the patients were
,repsrins for their midday meal. One
I-o1ld very naturally have inferred
-5st Boyd had sauntered out there to
he alone and 10 ENJOY the soft air and
,arm sunshine.
Hc appeared to be half asleep. with
no observable interest i'm his surround
ircs. Yet for several minutes ne had
t,en furtively watching the movements
If "a man who, with hoe over his
shoulder, had been gradually approach
ing the institution from the farther
side One less discerning than Boyd
would easily have believed that the
man was a laborer. or gardener, con-
rected with the place
Presently this man. who indirectly
had been steadily approaching Boyd,
reached a location between the latter
and the main entrance Of the building.
Then Felix Boyd started visibly. drew
himself up i'm his chair as if with some
miseivings. and plainly turned his at
teutioU directly upon the stranger.
The man with the hoe at once APP
peargd interested in something i'm the
far distance, and diverged a little from
his previous course, vet still edged by
degrees toward his observ er.
After a minute, Boyd abruptly start
Cd tD his feet obviously with augment
cd apprChcnsioHs. He could not reach
the main body of the house without
passing the approaching man. so he
moved somewhat hurriodly toward the
cpsn door of the long wing Of the build
ms into which he presently disap-
peared.
Without making his intention too OBJ
vioUS. the man with a hoe also moved
I'm the same direction. and was within
thirty yards of Boyd when the latter
entered the wing. The instant Boyd
disappeared. however. his pursuer
uloppea the hoe. shot one swift glance
Don every direction. then dashed rapid
Iy into the building after the former.
10 was the noon hour, when laborers
ela-. work. and the long wing appeared
Iu Doc entirely deserted
The open door gave ingTcss to a long
corridor. StTewn with ShavinEs bits of
lumber and shcathing. while here and
there stood numerous empty boxes and
l8wcIe left by the masOns and carpen-
ters employed ON the building. Enter
ing from the glare of the sun outside,
the light within appeared subdued. and
Felix Boyd at once daTter through the
corridor toward an entrance to the
main building.
Before he had covered thirty yards.
however. he heard the steps of mis- pur-
fuer ou the corridor floor. Then BOYD
swung quickly around, and beheld
the man well within the open door.
with his imposing figure sharply out
lined against the outer sunshine. In
his hand he now held a weapon
instead of a hoe. his design be-
ing obvious-and the situation for
which Mr. Felix Boyd very carefully
and crattily had paved the way came
abruptly to its elimination.
With his left hand. Boyd instantly
whipped out a revolver, then leaped to
the shelter Of several barrels nearby.
al the same time commanding sternly:
stop right there, Scanlon! Take an
other step. and I'll drop you deadT
Something very like the snarl of a
startled wolf was mingled with Boyd $
ringing tones. The Big Ffnger-for
ScaHlon it Was-halted as if suddenly
struck between the eyes, the probable
effect of his abrupt realization that his
identity was known.
For moment he stood as if nom
pUsed. Then he turned with a bound
as quick as that Of a cat, and reached
high. wooden tool chest near the side
wall of the corridor Below this he
quickly crOUched, gripping his revolver
with restless fingers, while his hard.
white features twitched and drew, and
his malevoleut eyes blaZed brighter, as
he watched for an opportunity to shoot.
so YOU know me-" he cried, with
Nengetul accents, hoping that Boyd
would expose himself in replying. so
you know me now"
Rather" Boyd CURLY exclaimed.
from behind the low pile of barrels. Il
have known you for some time, my
man."
You have, eh?"
Surely l ought to know you. YOU
miscreant- You have kept me busy
enough Of late"
Damn you, yes, And III keep YOU
busler now. At last l have you run
down and cornered.''
Think sO?' queried Boyd, who was
nurriedly removing his splints and BAN
dages
Dent you?" sneered Scanlon. with
vicious asperity. III bet 1 get one
crack at you when you break cover
ana one viii be enough, the devil take
YOU
You already have had more than
one. ScanlOn. yet missed your mark. -
CRED Boyd, as he threw off the splints
ana shifted his revolver to his right
hand Don't let me get line on you,
However, you sCOundrel. I never miss. o"
There's always first time"
you life hangs upon that, your
chance is small"
Its good enough for me-" snarIed
me Big Finger, with a GOODNESS and
eHrontery which, in the light Of his
desperate situation, were really worthy
better cause.
We shall see
II I can't get at you. neither can
you get at me. You've given me trou-
hie enough, Mr.. Felix Boyd. and I'll
Not rest till / have put out your light
sll tuTnel you down for keeps"
thanks for your Intentions re-
turned Boyd. with a mingled grOwi and
Ltush. I've no reason TO doubt
them"
ASIDE from Boyds secret work it
appeared 10 be a strange and startling
N'udllon that now involving these two
leh VINO for nearly three years had
SgvH constantly pitted one against the
SLer, the one an obscure yet shrewd
alo desperate vOtary of crime the 9TH
Keen and cunning servant of the
a1 and secret agent of the strongest
RIVERS ~ Wall street On all previous
oeoaSlons when they met. the advan-
age at first had invariably appeared
De i'm Scanlon's favor; yet when
IsiS Boyd, by some cleverly pre-
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