The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-09-29


| left foot rolled onstne' coEstabTe.s sthTs.
Being fashioned of the stuff which
POUNDS empires-on the principle that
instant action Is worth a century of
diplomacy-he picked up the truncheon
and brought it down on jockeys hard
skull with such emphasis that the con-
Wet emitted queer sort Of cough and
collapsed Imply on top Of his conquered
adversary.
Then the boy was Mortified. The two
lay so still that he imagined both were
dead. 1t Is one thing to help the law,
but quite another TO kill a man. He did
not want to be a murderer as we'll as
millionaire, not knowing then the quail
ties which go to form these varieties Of
genus homo are strangely alike.
He gazed at them as in a trance, but
relief came when he heard them breath
| ing stertorously. AT last, after pause
that apparently endured unnumbered
| minutes, the constable weakly rolled
himself free from the bulky form OF
| his would be slayer and sat up.
He inflated his lungs vigorously. Then
he managed to gasp:
Thank you! You've saved my life!
He pressed his ribs with both hands
and gingerly felt his throat. He stood
| up. His lamp was still alight, but
| and trousers.
by Jove. boy. you are brick" he
| said, and his voice was under control
| again..
Philip answered not a word. His
eyes were glued on the PROSTATE form
| Of Jocky. The policeman understood
| his fear and laughed.
Don't you worry about him. He'll
do a stretch all right. l would have
| given him a harder one than that IL
| got a swing at him.
His words were quickly justified.
| The fallen man growled unintelligibly
| and moved. With rapidity born OF
much practice the officer handcuned
him. There must have been some
Eense Of familiarity in the touch Of the
, steel bracelets, for the recipient of this
delicate attention stirred uneasily.
"You knocked him silly" grinned the
| policeman, "but he will get his wits
back in a minute or two. Can you
bring him a drink Of water? 1t won't
| do me any harm either"
Philip hurried away to comply with
this request. His mind was relieved
| now and with the backward swing of
! the mental pendulum came the refiec-
ton that the least said of his connec-
! ton with the case the better.
He filled a small tin cup at the soul
lery tap and ran with 1t to the scene Of
the capture. The constable was gen.
tly shaking his prize and addressing
him by name.
| "Jocky! Jocky Mason! Pull your
self together. This way for the Old
Bailey
"If you please" said Philip, 81 would
be very greatly obliged were my name
not mentioned at all with reference to
this affair."
The policeman. whose senses were
normal again. was instantly impressed
by the boys grand manner. His &C
| cent was thst OF the men of the Uni
| versity mission. And how many boys
| Of his age would have struck 50
straight and truly at critical mo-
ment?
| We'll, don't you see. that will be
! rather difficult" was the answer. 1T
was you who told NE where he was,
and the man himself knows that with
out somebody's help could not have
arrested him. There is no need to
mince matters. / have you to thank
| for not being laid here stiff"
Philip said no more. To press his re-
quest implied powerful motive. The
stars In their courses must have con-
spired that day to supply him with
excitement.
Mason eagerly gulped the water held
to his lips. Then he tried to raise his
right hand to his head. All! He I'M
derstood A flood of oaths began to
meander thickly from his mouth.
That's better" said the constable en-
couragingly. "Now, up you get! It's
no use, Jocky. won't let you kick me,
You must either go quietly or l will
drag you to the street over the stones,
and that will hurt"
The man glared duly at his captor.
With the apathy of his class, he knew
when he was beaten and became sub.
missive in demeanor. Philip. holding
his candle aloft, marveled at his own
temerity in hitting this giant oxlike in
size and strength.
Mason wabbled his head and craned
his neck awkwardly
100 gev me that crack on the nut?'
he asked.
''The roof dropped" was the joculal
reply.
mot It, 'ad yer dahn. sailor. wal
on yer afore We could use yer stick. u
| was fairly bested until somebody ahted
me wiz a welt on the skylight."
Never mind. Jocky. It'll hurt you t.
think just now Come on
But the ex-convict became sensibl;
of the unwonted light in the deserted
house and slowly turned his head I'm
til his glance rested on Philip.
why" he roared, with an impreca
ticn that's the bloomin' kid 90 found
the di-monds. 1 seed i'm a-countin' OF
'em. White stones, the paper said, an
bits of iron. too. A trunk full Of 'em
e as one in is pocket as big as Ar
egg"