The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-11-09
(Continued.)

Well" retorted the officer. you've taken time so you ought to be cer- tain"
 Then he stepped from the bushes to the edge of the creek. motioning for the others to remain in the brush. where their chauffeur had joined them. armed with an ugly-Iooking six-shoot- CT.
 The officer called:
 Drop that case and throw up your hands. all threer'
 The dancing Canadian paused on one foot. as it were. with his daring ''pi- astre' half spoken; the short. stout man gave a start and let go his hold on the case. but the tall. white-haired man. holding hard to the case. gave one look at the officer. who alone was to be seen across the creek. and darted to the cover of a great pine. behind which he sheltered himself.
 'I warn you" the officer called. ''that you are covered by a dozen guns besides my own" warning that would have been more effective had it not been for the ease with which the old man had gained shelter without a shot fired. Antoine Lavoursie. keep your hands in the air and come across that log Nick Crossman. stay where you are and keep your hands upr~
 The Frenchman came across the har- row log. which served as a bride. with knees shaking under him and a look of fear in his face. Under his breath he still seemed to be saying 'Piastre, piastre.''
 Search himl" said the officer. curtly.
 The chauffeur came out of the bush. deftIy ran his hand over the man. and reported:
 Nothing except this courteau." hold ing up the long hunting knife.
 "Handcuff himr'
 Out of the nushes on the other side of the creek came the flash of pistol and the bullet sang over the officers head. He simply flung back over his shoulder. "Handcuff him. quick and sent a shot at random into the bush from which the first, shot had come.
 The old man was covering behind his tree; Crossman was standing with his hands above his head,
 "Crossman. come over here! Hands up!' called the officer.
 Another shot came from the bush
  ficer's capote. the hood of which was drawn over his head. Crossman gave one longing look over his shoulder. shrugged and walked across He. too. was searched and from him a similar knife was taken.
 '.Handcufrs." cried the officer and again came the shot. this time more wild than before. followed by another that carried away the tassei cord of the capote.
 Now" called the officer. Noah Clayton. arrest you in the kings name for the murder of John Alten- burg. Throw that dress-suit case over hereF'
 As the name was spoken the nvidly white face of the older man was thfNlst from behind the tree. He appeared to be. taking account of his chances. for he glanced backward. as If prepared to dart to another cover
 Trafrord and Grimbleshaw had work ed to the right through the brush to a point where they had a better view of the fugitive. and also had him cov- cred wit their pistols. As the man thrust out his head. so that his face was again seen. Grimbleshaw again caught his breath and craned his head forward. studying the man with the utmost intentness-
 ''who is that?" he demanded of Trafford. in a voice that had the sound of half sticking fin his throat.
 The Altenburg murderer" whisper cd Trafford.
 "But-".
 "Hushr' motioned Trafford.
 "rhrowi" cried the officer.
 The man raised his arm to obey. swung the case back once. then for ward for the purchase. and finally back to throw. when two pistol shots rang out from the bush behind him. the case dropped from his grasp. his hands went up in the air and he fell back ward heavily. His legs and arms moved convulsively once or twice and then he lay ominously still.
 The officer. Trafford and the chauf- feur fired on the instant into the bush from which the shots came. but Grim bleshaw was too startled to follow their example. A long pole was thrust from the bushes. it's hooked end caught in the handles of the case. which was drawn back out of sight. As the of ficer and chauffeur fired again, Trafford dashed to the edge of the creek and called in a voice that sounded as if 1t might carry for a mile:
 For Gods sake. let us have the pa- pers. Put them by the man and take the nnoneyi"
 The officer turned on him angrily.
 What in h-l did ycu do that for?s he demanded.
 A voice came from the other side:
 "wnn you give us time to look them over and not fire while we're doing it?"
 "Yes." replied, Trafford. who had taken full command. Ten minutes! Confirm it-' he called to the officer
 "Al right. if the d-n fool wants to | do that way: 'tisn't my funeral" he called.
 Then Trafford turned on him.
 Would you cross that run on the promise of that money if you got itT''
 ssTa see von in h--I first" the officer