Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-09-15
XXVIII-Continued.

The dancing Canadian paused on one
foot. as it were. with his darling '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 shell
tered himself.
Il warn YOU" the officer called, that
you are covered by dozen guns besides
my own a warning that would have
been more effective had 1t not been for
the ease with which the old man had
gained shelter without shot fired. "An-
tome Lavoursie, keep your hands in the
air and come across that log. Nick
Crossman, stay where you are and keep
your hands up!'
The Frenchman came across the narrow
log. which served as a bridge, 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 him." said the officer, CURLY.
The chauffeur came out of the bush,
deftly ran his hand over the man and re-
ported:
Nothing except this couteau" holding
up the long hunting knife.
"Handcuff him.
Out Of the bushes 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 and
carried away the tassel of the officer s
capote, the hood of which was drawn
over his head. Crossman gave one long
ing look over his shoulder shrugged and
walked across. He, too. was searched
and from him similar knife was taken.
'Handcuffs!' cried the officer, and
again came the shot, this time more wild
than before, followed by another that
carried away the tassel cord of the
capote.
Now" called the officer, Noah Clay
ton, arrest you in the kings name for
the murder of John Altenburg. Throw
that dress-suit case over here!'
AS the. name was spoken the lividly
white face of the older man was thrust
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.
to the right through the brush to point
where they had a better view of the
fugitive, and also had him covered with
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 Traf-
ford, in a voice that had the sound of
half sticking in his throat.
1.-The Altenburg murderer" whispered
Trafford
"But-
Hush" motioned Trafford.
Throw cried the officer.
The man raised his arm to obey, swung
the case back once. then forward 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 backward heavily. His legs
and arms moved convulsively once or
twice and then he lay ominously still.
The officer. Trafford and the chauffeur
fired on the instant into the bush from
which the shots came. but Grimbleshaw
was too startled to follow their example
A long pole was thrust from the bushes,
its hooked end caught in the handles of
the case. which was drawn back out Of
sight AS the officer and chauffeur fired
again Trafford dashed to the edge Of the
creek and called in a voice that sounded
as If it might carry for a mile:
For Gods sake, let us have the pa
pers! Put them by the man and take
the money!"
The officer turned on him ansrilx