The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1907-05-30
CHAPTER XIV.
A Race for a Life,

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The Shady I'm, in the yindictiveness
of his temper, had a word or two TO
say To the stricken man before he was
marched OF.
You're the bloke wot took old OF
me by the windpipe-ain't yer? ne
said, going close up to Philip n
thrusting his face forward at MN.
Let this ere be a warning to yer not
to take old of other chaps windpipes
in futur'. You've done me rather a
good turn-you ave. Mister Dandy
Chatter: there was a 'undred pound a
'angin' to you-for SIGH information as
would lead to you bein' nabbed-an
that 'underd pound is mine. | calls
all these ere gents to witness" he
cried, raising his voice and looking
round about him, las | brought yer all
to this place, an nabbed i'm meself.
An I'm a-goin' to stick to these ere
noble coppers till l gifts my 'undred
pound!"
Before Philip was marched away he
turned toward Madge who stood
with her face buried in her hands-and
made n last appeal to her.
Dear girl" he said, in a voice
scarcely above a whisper, there is but
one way to save me now, but n hope
left for me. Before God | am innocent.
Find DR.. Cripps!" o..
There was no time TO say more;
they took, him al. once meeting at the
very door Of the place the doctor who
had been sent for to examine the dead
man. Madge followed the little party
out, and saw Philip placed in a cab,
with three constables inside and anoth-
err on the box, and driven OF; the
Shady I'm, still in pursuit Of his 'un-
dred pound running after the cab as
IL his very life depended on keeping
it in sight.
In the stress of the moment Madge
Barnshaw had lost all idea Of time or
place-indeed, OF everything. She
quite forgot in what neighborhood she
stood, or at what hour; and was only
reused by hearing a voice address her,.
Il asks yer pardon, young lady-for
a-speakin' to SIGH a trim-built craft
without leaye-but this amt no place
for you to be a-standin' about alonei in.
II so be as you've lost yer way, put yer
faith in a old mariner as knows the
points of life's compass a bit, al let
i'm tow yer into wotever 'arbor you
may be bound for"
This extraordinary speech was deliv-
cred at such a rapid rate, and in SO
hoarse a whisper, that Madge had no
the flow of speech. Moreover, on
looking at the face of the speaker,
whatever indignation she might have
been disposed to feel melted away;
for it was a good, kind, honest face
rudy with much exposure to wind
and weather, and fringed with a lux
uriant growth OF tangled hair.
MY lass-I'm a married man land
we'll | knows il Wen Mrs. Quist amt
got 'er temper ironed out straight!),
and there amt no arm in me. But
there's a few craft OF a queer rig in
these waters-and you'll do well not
to stay In EN-"
Madge made up her mind at once to
trust him: explained briefly that she
knew nothing of the neighborhood, and
had merely come there to keep al APP
pointment. And then, without more
ado, she suddenly turned round, made
a frantic effort to stand upright, and
dropped into the mans arms. The
scenes through which she had passed
so recently had utterly unnerved her,
and Miss Madge Barnshaw was lying
In a dead faint in the arms of Capt.
Peter Quist.
ITO 8e ContinuedO