The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-02-16

A snarl like that of a suddenly star
tied tiger was mingled with his last
words, with the sound of his hurried
steps over the hollow floor. At once
realizing his position, that he was
trapped red-handed that evasion of
the law was possible only through inn
mediate escape, all that was desperate
and terrific in the makeup of the
| army surgeon instantly leaped into
play.
Before Donald could reach him he
had dashed his lantern TO the floor
, ground it to atoms under his foot, then
darted like a mailman through the in
tense darkness toward the cellar door.
| "A light, A Light roared Donald. as
he followed. Flash your lamp, Glib
son.
Instantly white beam shot through
the gloom, fairly over the towering fig
ure of the moving Englishman. and
Gibson sprang between him and the
open door
Halt, or I'll"
| The chief of detectives never finish
co his threat. With strength born only
in the frenzy of utter desperation,
Dexter swept him aside as if the Off
Ger had been but a feather, and Glib
son went to the floor with a violence
| that shook every timber in the build
| ing.
AS the surgeon crossed the thresh-
| hold of the cellar door, however, the
wiry arms of Morris Donald closed
around him from behind, and his cold,
determined voice rang in the mis-
| creant's ears:
| Better throw up the sponge, colonel.
| You've played losing game
| Dexter's only answer was a furious
growL With a violent swing of his
powerful figure he passed through the
open doorway, dragging Donald after
him, and in a moment both men were
battling madly on the narrow landing
at the head of the cellar stairs.
! IT'S of no use, colonel" declared
Donald, between his teeth. I'm going
to have YOU
| mot alive"
! Dead them
! Your own death"
Drop the knife, You've done
| enough with thatr'
| In another swift flash from Gibson S
lamp, the latter now having regained
his feet, there had swept before DON
AIDS eyes the CLEAN of naked blade
| in an appraised hand.
! With a backward jerk that seemed TO
wrench the surgeons arm from his
shoulder, Donald dashed the latter
hand against the casing of the door.
and the weapon fell ringing to the eel
lar floor ten feet below.
| This way-this way, Gibsonr' he
| cried, writhing in front of the swaying
Englishman and twining his hand
round his hairy throat. Try to get
him from behind"
Gibson sprang down to the landing
only to hear the rending snap of the
guard rail of the stairs, shivered like
a rail of straw as the two madly strug-
/ CLING men Surged against it.
| Then there came d crash from below,
and the gathering tumble of innumera-
BILE empty boxes amid which the two
men had landed. and then there sound
ed the fail of heavy feet on the cement
floor.
With Donald's grip broken by their
fall over the side of the stairs, Dexter
was the first to gain his feet, and, bent
only upon escape, he attempted to
reach the window through which he
had entered. In the excitement, dark
ness and confusion, however. he turn
ed in the wrong direction for a mo-
ment. and Donald missed him and at
once scrambled toward the basement
door to head him off.
| Light. GibSonr' he shouted More
light, or he'll elude u.s.
Even while he spoke. the white beam
from the flash-lamp darted hither and
| thither through the intense gloom OF
the disordered cellar.