The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-12-20

thing not because of your threat, but
because | heard about your trouble
over the Midas and because can't
help admiring your blamed insolence."
He went back into his stall
Dextry returned to Wheaton's office.
AS he neared 1t he passed lounging
figure IN an adjacent doorway.
"The place is watched" he ANNOUNCE
ed as he entered. "Have you got
back door? Good Leave your~light
burning and Wen go out that way"
They slipped quietly into an inky, tor
tuous passage which led back toward
Second street. Floundering through al
leys and over garbage heaps, by cir
cuitous routes they reached the bridge,
where in the swift stream beneath they
saw the lights from Macs tug.
Steam was up. and when the captain
had let them aboard Dextry gave him
instructions, to which he noddea ac-
Quiescence. They babe thSg lawyer
adieu, and the little craft dipped its
mornings, danced down khe current,
across the bar and waTswallowed up
in the darkness to seaEard.
I'm put out wYeaton's light so
they'll think he's gone to bed"
Eyes, and at daylight I'll take your
place in McNamara's loft" said Glen
ister There will be doings tomorrow
when they don't find him."
They returned by the way they had
come TO the lawyers room, extinguish-
ed his light. went to their own cabin
and TO bed. at dawn Glenister arose
and sought his place above Mona
nara's Office
To lie stretched at length on sin
Gle plank with eye glued to crack is
not q comfortable position, and the
watcher thought the hours Of the next
dov would never end. AS they drag
ged YEARLY past his bones began To
ache beyond endurance, yet owing to
the flimsy structure of the building he
dared not move while the room below
was tenanted. In fact, he would not
have stirred had he dared, so intense
was his interest In the scenes being
enacted beneath him.
First had come the marshal, who re-
ported his failure to find Wheaton.
"He left his room some time last
night. My men followed him in and
saw q light in his window until 2
o'clock this morning. At z o'clock we
broke in, and he was gone"
"He must have got wind Of our plan.
Send deputies aboard the Santa Maria.
Search her from keel to topmast and
have them watch the beach close or
he'll put off in q small boat. You look
over the passengers that go aboard
yourself. Don't trust any of your men
for that, because he may try to slip
through disguised. He's liable to make
up like woman. You understand
there's only one ship in port, and-he
mustn't get away"
"He won't" said Voorhees,, with con-
viction, and the listener overhead
smiled grimly to himself, for at that
moment twenty miles offshore, lay
Macs little tug, hove to in the track of
the outgoing steamship. and in her tiny
cabin sat Bill Wheaton eating break
fast.
AS the morning wore by with no
news of the lawyer, McNamara's I'M
tasiness grew. At noon the marshal
sengers were all aboard and the ship
about to clear
by heavens! He's slipped through
you," stormed the politician.
mo, he hasn't. He may be hidden
aboard somewhere among the coal
bunkers, but l think he's still ashore
and aiming to make quick run just
before she sails. He hasn't left the
beach since daylight, that's sure. I'm
going out to the ship now with four
men and search her again. IF we don't
bring him off, you can bet he's lying
out somewhere in town, and we'll get
him later. I've stationed men along
the shore for two miles"
II won't have him get away. If he
should reach Frisco Tell your men
I'll give $500 to the one that finds
him."
Three hours later Voorhees, returned.
''She sailed without him.
The politician cursed. II don't be-
lieve it. He tricked you. know he
did"
Glenister grinned into a half eaten
S""N" upOu Ills DtCk
and lay thus on the plank, identifying
the speakers below by their voices.
He kept his post all day. Later in
the evening he heard Strive enter
The man had been drinking.
$50 he got away, ell ~ he began II
was afraid he would. Smart fellow,
that Wheaton"
He didn't get away" said McNa-
mara. Hes In town yet. Just let me
land him in Jail on some excuse! I'll
hold him till snow flies Strive sank
into a chair and lit q cigarette with
wavering hand.
This s hell of game, amt 1t.
Mac? ID You s'pose Wen win?'
The man overhead pricked up his
ears.
"Win? Aren't we winning? What
do you call this? / only hope we can
lay hands on Wheaton. He knows
things. A little knowledge is dan
Terous thing. but more is worse Lcrdy
If only l had man for Judge in place
or Stiliman! 1 don't know why I
brought him.
That's right Too weak. He hasn't
got the backbone OF an angleworm.
He amt half tho fno, fbot HE ,,;oo, A.,