Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-13

arrest the thief We thought he'd head
for this point to-day
MAYO took the sheet of orders from
IVA the Sergeant's hand, and running
his eve down it. said, This invoice don't
seem to jibe with the freight. The boss
that was run off wore a white sock, while
this critter comes purity near hav1n' four
black legs
The nigh fore has been stained. Look
for Yourself" the Sergeant answered.
Il guess that's right" Mayo said as he
Strengthened up from close scrutiny OF
the leg But it s writ here that the boss
thief was five feet seven. sOrter pinto toned
in the mug, piercin black eyes, etc;
while this gent is gopher built, sandpaper
Completed, and eyes blue as lnjun beads.
Mayo had carried these observations on
in monologue, as he ran his eye over the
manuscript. Suddenly he started, folded
the paper and handed it back, his lean
jaw rigid as if he had shut his teeth against
further speech.
YES Sergeant Hawke added, 1--WE
haven't got the principal thief. A dago
cook for one of the stable gangs disap
peared at the time the horse was missed
His name is Dominic Matteo, and he's
wanted"
Matteo, who had been down at the
start heard his name as he pushed to the
center of the group, and called, Who
want me?"
Are you Dominic Matteo?"
Yes What you want
At this answer the Sergeant's COM
panion, with quick move, had him by
the wrist and shoulder, saying, " You re
nv prisoner in the name of the Queen"
With a snarl of rage the Corsican
twisted his wrist free. AS he grasped at
a pistol in his belt strong hand pln1oned
his arm with a thrust from behind, and
Mayo's voice said sternly:
NO gunplay amt allowed in Stand
Off at the Civic Round Up! 'Tain't sport,
nohow"
Matteo twisted his head and sneered,
I" You let de plice come into Stan OF an
take one you mem!
mol" M:.vo's voice held a curious
solemn dignity. We don't stand fer the
p'lice nor nobody else interferin' with
mems rights; but we amt az in takin' a
boss thief any time. 'Tain't no salubrlous
climate here for boss thief!'
He turned to the Sergeant, and added
with the same grave dignity, I've heerd
talk erbout Stand Off shelterin' boss
thieves, and wuss but it's lie. If Matt
here run off that boss, he's yourn to take
away. And he orter feel kinder grateful
fer your sassiety.'
There was terrible significance in the
words that caused the Corsican to SILVER;
it cowed him. AS he hung trembllngly
at bav in the constables grasp, like
roped coyote, his shifty black eyes fell on
Kinnaird, and he flared up furiously:.
Its him!' he snarled, pointing his
small, lean finger. He bring de p'lice
here, cause he's 'fraid! He's spy! How
dev know | come back?"
Mavo stood in heavy proved silence
while the Corsican raved in fierce denun-
citation of the sky pilot for little, then
he said, You amt provin' none that you
didn't run off the boss, Matt and evidence
is all az in you
There was sharp click as he spoke,
and a pair of iron bands were on the wrists
of Eli. and next Matteo's hands projected
stiffly from handouts.
Il Just want to say, Sergeant, Mayo
continued significantly, boss thieves
will be give up here any time; and you
amt got no call to come here fer EN-
again Stand Off amt no stoppin' place
for the Mounted Police. l guess there
amt no cause ter interfere any more with
the fun You can pull out with Your
prisoners and boss soon's you like. Ser