The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-09-22

ne COWBOY was racing
Say, said the ex-clerk, Lansing
alias Danny the Rat" as his soft
white hands closed numbly around tha
frost trimmed butts of the oars, this
SecOnd-stOry work from , TO 4, wind
and tide permittin', amt what I'm used
to, | quit after this job. that's right"
he vas grumbling on when Murphy in
terrupted him with a jolt between his
shoulders.
shut up-here's somebody a-com-
in'r
Both men crouohed lower in the boat,
and Murphy, gripping an icy spite,
passed them beneath the planking of
the jetty.
The swift footsteps slapped louder on
the frozen boards; men hurrying fiat
footedly and painting beneath a heavy
burden; accompanying them there were
lighter footballs
There's somebody with EN-" whis-
pered the sharp-sensed clerk. He
raised his ferret face cautiously above
the rim of the plankwalk.
Gee" he whispered, where d ye
ketch the fairy?'
Huh" painted the larger of the men,
'huh. git the boat 'longside, can't ye-
huh he was breathing fast and heav-
ily. and the sweat on his thick-muscled
face glistened in the moonlight. One
hand gripped several parts of taTred
rope slung about a small safe carried
between the two men: with the other
he clutched the arm of a woman, half
dragged behind the two, and in dan
ger of being crowded into the water,
Lansing drew back. "HoP on" he
snarled. 7 amt in for no kidnappin'. 80
You'll he in fer ten years, you fool
If YOU amt quick with that boat
huh painted Salters.
Murphy quietly ready, slid the boat
from under the jetty-
Take the girl-huh-" wheezed Salt
CTS. and swung her down by the arm
70 Murphy, who coolly tossed her into
4 the bow.
Gentle with the lady!' snapped a
hard voice from above.
'Oh, she's all right" painted Salters.
Now. then. matey-hell, but she's
heavy now. MasterS-heave-o-hu
heave-o-luk out below
Down came the safe with a crash,
ripping out part of the gunnel and
splintering a thwart; the noise had
scarcely died away when sharp foot
steps rang out on the shoreward end
of the jetty. Four dark figures slipped
from behind the oar locker and the
frozen moonlight glinted from polished
metal. Salters saw il first, slipped a
revolver from the pocket of his over
coat. aimed carefully and fired.
A man Whirled sideways. and would
have fallen into the water had not one
of the others grasped his arm; holding
his companion, he began to shoot
Salters fired twice again and missed,
and then there came at his shoulder
four swift reports. and the assailants
were down to a man, each with a
wound between knee and ankle.
Come onr' cried Salters. and fol-
lowed Masters into the boat. Here
gimme them oars-here comes some
more-touch 'em UP again, matey.''
Lights had begun to flash from win
dows near by; men we're running
swiftly along the Waterside; the
wounded on the jetty were shooting
from where they lay. and their bullets
were cutting the water close TO the
boat; one knocked a splinter from the
blade of an oar. but beneath the bull
like strength of Salters the boat was
swiftly drawing away.
The alarm was now general, and they
saw black figures streaking moonlit
spaces and swallowed in the shadows
beyond. Ahead of them a black hull
blotted the bridge of the moon.
'Huh-huh-huh,' painted Salters
with each heavy stroke and from
somewhere in the shadow he was
answered by a series of staccato
coughs:
HUH painted Salters. in an altered
tone, an ugly tone, and broke into la
bored profanties. they got a gasoline
boat"
"Ah. so have we-and we got our
guns. too" snarled Murphy. Masters
can use hisn all right-O you got them
fellers in one, two. three order"
"Oh. they amt hurt much" said
Masters. Il didn't shoot TO kill; jes
winged 'em like
The beat of the distant engine grew
louder: further UD the inlet a moving
white object flashed in the moonlight.
"One O. them oyster tugs" said Muir
ply in a tone of relief
The grip of the ebb tide whirled them
down swiftly TO a long black hull which
was edging back and forth, Juggling at
her hawser. impatient 10 be off with
the tide ard the gale; she was an able
vessel. built 10 carry sail beneath such
breezes as then blew. Her spars We're
IJaked of canvas. and raised wheel
aOuse showed that she carried power
Eifty or sixty bushels of frozen oy-
Aers were still strewn about her am
pie decks.
Zone O. you fellows cut her loose. 3"
gasped Salters. gripping the high bull
warks in his gorilla hand. Lansing
hitch the boat while 1 start the in
gyne-"
Murphy ran forward Lansing Selling
the stiff painter. let the small boat
slew astern, and Masters. reaching
down. lifted the woman in his muscu-
lar arms and swung her to the deck.
Gee" sniggered Lansing. I'D fer
got the canary!"