The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1908-01-24
(Contlnued from last week.


but extineuished the light.
~ locked the door and began
the further adventures of this night
The storm welcomed him with suffo-
eating violence, sucking the very
breath from his lips while the rain
beat through till his flesh was cold
and aching He thought with pang
of the girl facing this tempest, going
out to meet the thousand perils of the
night And it remained for him to
hear his part as she bore hers, smil-
hgly.
The last hour had added another and
mysterious danger to his full meas
ure. Could the Kid be jealous OF
Cherry? Surely not. Then what else?
The tornado had driven his trailers
to cover, evidently, for the streets
were given over to its violence, and
Roy encountered no hostile sign as he
was buffeted from house to house. He
Gdventured cautiously and yet with
haste, finding certain homes where
the marshals had been before him
peopled now only by frightened wives
and children. A scattered few of the
vigilantes had been taken thus, while
the warning elements had prevented
their families from spreading the
alarm or venturing out for succor.
Those whom he was able to warn
dressed hurriedly, took their rifles and
went out into the drifting night, leav-
ing empty cabins and weeping women.
The great fight was on.
Toward daylight the remnants of
the vigilantes struggled into the big
blank warehouse on the sandspit and
there beneath the smoking glare of
lanterns cursed the name of McNa-
mara. AS dawn grayed the ragged
eastern skyline, DeXtry and Slapjack
blew in through the spindrift, bringing
word from Cherry and lifting a load
from Glenister's mind
There's q game girl" said the old
miner as he wrung out his clothes.
"She was half gone when she got to
us, and now she's waiting for the storm
to break so that she can come back"
''It's clearing up to the east" Slap
jack chartered. 'D'you know I'm get
tin so rheumatic that ice water don't
feel comfortable to me no more"
''Uriatic acid in the blood" said Dex-
try. whats our next move" he
asked of his partner. when do we
hang this politician? Seems like we've
got enough Sblebodied piano movers
here to tie a can on to the whole outfit,
push the town site of Nome off the
map and start afresh."
81 think we had better lie low and
watch dey elopments," the other eau
toned. 'sfhere's no telling what may
turn up during the day"
THAT'S right. Strangers is like spir-
lts-they work best in the dark"
AS the day grew the storm died, leav-
ing ramparts of clouds hanging sullen-
ly above the oceans rim, while those
skilled in weather prophecy foretold
the coming of the equinoctial. In Nc
Namara's office there was great stir
and the coming of many men. The
boss sat in his chair, smoking countless
cigars, his big face set in grim lines,
his hard eyes peering through the pail
of blue at those he questioned He
worked the wires Of his machine until
his dolls doubled and danced and twist
ed at his touch. After gusty inter-
view he had dismissed Voorhees, with
merciless tongue lashing, raging Bit
terly at the mans failure.
you're not fit to herd sheep. Thirty
mer out all night and what do you
get? A dozen mullet headed miners.
You bag the mudhens and the big
game runs to cover. 1 wanted Clients
ter, but you let him slip through your
fingers-now it's war. What a mess
you've made! If l had even one helper
with a brain the size of n flaXseed, this
game would be gift, but you've bun
gled every move from the start. BAIL
Put a spy in the bull pen with those
prisoners and make them talk. Of
fer them anything for information.
Now get outv'
He called for certain deputy and
questioned him regarding the nights
quest, remarking finally:
There's treachery somewhere Those
men were warned"
ANODOuy Ntilut ntdI NrlculSttI uOuSc
except Miss Chester" the man replied.
"What?
'The judges niece. We caught her
by mistake in the dark"
Later, one of the men who had been
with voorhees, at the Northern asked
to see the receiver and told him:
1.-THE chief won't believe that saw
Miss Chester in the dance hall last
night, but she was there with Clients
Ter. She must have put him wise to
our game or he wouldn't have known
we were after him."
His nearer made no comment, but
when alone rose and paced the floor
with heavy tread while his face grew
savage and brutal.
80 that's the game, eh? It's man
10 man from now on. Very well, Glen
ster, I'll have your life for that, and
then-you'll pay, Miss Helen" He
considered carefully. A plot for a
plot. II he could not swap intrigue
with these miners and beat them bad
ly, he deserved TO lose. Now that the
girl gave herself to their cause, he
would use her again and see how well
she answered. Public opinion would
not stand tho great A strain. and al