The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1907-07-13

the tenth time. he drew back with
jerk to make quick, professional prep.
arations for the reception of the vic.
tim coming hastily down the dim. de.
serted street.
STEADY, now, Ratty." he whispered
to his excited pulses, for the ap.
preaching footsteps rang on the walk
with the firm tread of a vigorous man.
You're workin alone, we know, an
not feelin' none too smart--but, here
goes fer yer sick kid"
His teeth ground savagcly az he
gripped his short, loaded Cuban in
senlous weapon of lead and leather
with wrist loop.
Again Fallon squeezed wary
squint around the cold bricks. his face
pressed close, his cap rubbing the
wall
A glance satisfied him
Soft hat, big Teller, hands in peck
cts, head down, thinkin' OF nothin',
some gent out late a.hurryin' home.
Guess he won't git there soons he
calkilates. I'll nail him on the nut
from in front. One-two-now!"
Like hunted animal, the slim,
wiry figure crouched and leaped, strik-
ing heavily with his club as his feet
made rapid shift on the sidewalk.
which brought him within a nicely cal
culated distance of the bent head.
But his prey improved that second
Of establishment I'm most unexpected,
and, to Ratty Fallon. disconcerting
manner.
His whole left side seemed to shrink
away with a lightning twist, his head
moved a few inches with the turn,
and the weapon Of Ratty grazed harm
lessly down coat sleeve.
The sleeve came up and out as the
assaulted one wheeled back. 1t was
too sudden for Ratty. that smashing
left fist. Between his narrowed eyes
1t slammed. and as the thief stagger.
ed. heel tripped him.
Fallon lay upon his oack making
feeble struggles. He knew exactly
what he was about The man on top
was choking him fiercely. but not pro.
fessionally. With tense neck mus.
cles. the gasps and gurgles OF Ratty
were a fiction. He was breathing very
nicely between them. and the faint
movements of his trained hands be.
meath the others coat were not for
clutch which should free him.
He dug suddenly at his enemy's
back, pinching and chewing The
strangling Immediately became more
pronounced with injunctions of VIC.
lent nature. Ratty's other hand
where was It? Those expert, searching
fingers, where were they? Mr.. Fal.
lon knew and was pleased.
A dreadful throat rattle, a cessation
of breath (he had fine supply In
his lungs) limp collapse of head.
and limbs and the hold-up man lay
still with fixed eyes and dropped
jaw.
His adversary got from him In haste,
pressing at Fallon's wrist.
by Jove! I've gone too far-con.
found him! Pulse going. but the man
doesn't breathe. He's unconscious I'll
get to a telephone. The ambulance
is the thing-not the police. I'll work
him back with bit of help"
Ratty heard these remarks with a
grim delight. He watched the hurry.
ing legs rush up the nearest flight of
steps, and reached under his thigh.
The man pulled the door bell. sharply,
then turned to look at the PROSTATE
one.
He was gone.
We'll. Name" Ratty closed the
creaking door as softly as he had
opened 1t.
Well Tim" The weary features OF
the woman gathered into a smile of
welcome. She put a finger to her
lips, nodding at the back door
"Sleepin'?" Fallon sat down In
broken backed chair. The tene-
ment's quiet tonight"
Thank God, yes. Pete's sleepin'
lovely. Where'd you git the black eye.
Tim?"
"Doin' bizness." returned Mr.. Fal.
Ion, IAN neat job, considerin'. |
amt heavy enough to work alone. I've
the quickness-not the weight But
Brad got drunk bout 10. an had to.
ye know. SO ] goes up on Crawford
avenue an slips in the alley what lies
between the big houses, an comes out
on Hawyorth street-lonely place, an
a chance at fellers goin' home late. |
had to wait, but. finally one come"
"Yes?" said his wife. drowsily.
You're played out an most asleep,
amt yer, my gal?" A note of tender.
nerness thrilled the low, harsh whis.
per
"'Tain't so much that" the woman
sat up. ITS more bewilderin' feelin'
comm of thinkin an wonderin'. l.
can't--talk-but I'm listenin', Tim. an
I'm glad you're In"
"Speakin' of thoughts. had em all
right, hidin' in that alleyway," rejoin.
ed Fallon. cheerfully Tim quit of EN-
now. with a grab in my clothes. you
by me, an little Pete slumberin'.
There, In the dark, twas different,
Says | to myself: 'Ratty, tougher
49,, ,a,,ar uyau than ,,n,, Ia, 49,,