The Tupelo journal., 1909-07-09
ITS mine, not yours" corrected his

instinct Of which he had already ex-
perienced the effects, was at work in
the Dobbin household.
"You may as well make some money
out of your boat" he said addressing
Mrs. Dobbin. Your husband must go
owe the river with me and somebody
will get the money"
A.greedy light shone in the woman's
sharp eyes.
How much will you pay?" she
asked.
I'll give you a dollar" replied Muir
ray.
He produced four silver quarters
and dropped them one by one on the
floor. The pleasant jingle of the
coins smote heavily on Mrs. Dobbin's
ears. She leaped for a candle, lighted
it, and gazed fondly at the money.
"Who will bring the boat back?" she
inquired.
You can send for it." responded
Murray.
I'll do it for a dollar and a half"
she replied.
The detective dropped two more
quarters on the floor. She clutched
them eagerly, and the woman who had
sworn that she would die before Dob.
bin should cross the river-and meant
1t, too-capitulated for six quarters
shining in the candle-light On her
kitchen floor. The magical power OF
the root of all evil cannot be OvereStt.
mated at times.
Murray took his prisoner away that
night without any further trouble,
hired a team and driver at Morris and
drove the 70 miles to Winnipeg, get.
ting a midnight meal on the way. At
Winnipeg Dobbin made a final stand
under legal rules, and employed a
lawyer, the famous Fighting Macken-
zie, who took his client before Chief
Justice Walbridge on a writ of habeas
corpus. Murray employed Mcmahon,
later Judge Mcmahon, to fight the
writ which was dismissed, and the
prisoner ordered back into the de-
~tective's custody.
Once again Murray started for his
destination with Dobbin, and found it
necessary to take him by way of the
Sault Ste. Marie canal, the boat going
through the American side. Fighting
Mackenzie had told Dobbin to keep
| quiet until the boat was in the 500:
then to yell and demand protection,
| and he would telegraph the American
sheriff to be there and force the de.
| tective to liberate his prisoner, as
| Murray had no papers authorizing him
| to hold Dobbin in American waters.
| Captor and captured embarked on
| the steamer Campana at Port William,
| which at that time was Port Arthur.
| Capt. Anderson was the commander
| of the vessel and an old friend OF Muir.
| rays, who as a matter-of-fact was well
acquainted with all of the crew and
officers. The detective had received
a timely hint of the. plan to save Dob.
| bin in the 500 and held a short con.
sultatiol with the genial skipper.
Il want you to do me a favor" said
| Murray, after he had informed the
captain of the scheme to deprive him
| of his prisoner. Before we get to
| Sault Ste. Marie, land me with Dob
| bin in a small boat above the rapids
| and I'll pull for the Canadian shore"
1--WE got a better plan than that"
| replied the captain. Instead OF risk.
| ing your life in a small boat above
the rapids, I'll put Dobbin In the hold
and shut the matches before we get to
| the American SIDE"
John Burns of Toronto was steward
| of the boat, and the skipper called him
! into the conference. AS a result OF
their talk, the captain selected a room
on the port side farthest from the
| American shore, and told Murray to
| get Dobbin in there and Burns would
lock the door.
He can yell like a Comanche In
| dian in there, and no one can hear
him." said the jovial skipper glee.
fully.
The artful Dobbin was on the watch
| for the moment when he was to carry
| ont his lawyers instructions. Anxious.
| " he waited as the boat drew near
| the locks and got ready to send forth
| the wells which were to be the. signal
| for the sheriff to come to his rescue.
| Just then the steward approached the
| officer and prisoner.
"Mr. Murray he said pleasantly.
would you like a little good whis.
key%
"Why, yes, indeed" responded Muir.
L ssDoAAir don't unv1 fool
| like Joining us in a drink"
The prisoner smacked his lips and
| glanced around. There was time for
| him to avail himself of the invitation
before the boat entered the locks.
eyes. l don't mind If / do" he re-
piled, and the trio went down to the
room selected by the captain. 1t was
a little cubby-hole of a place with no
window or outlet except a small port.
They entered and the steward prompt.
ly stepped out again, after placing q
decanter of whiskey and glasses on
tho table. and slammed the door be-
hind him.
"Why did he shut the door," de-
manded Dobbin, with sudden sus-
nicion. Murray eyed the Questioner
with a sardonic grin.
why don't you start yelling for
rom friend. the sheriff. he queried
jovially.
Dobbin glared furiously at the con-
founder Of his plans. A lurid wave (
crimson dyed his face, the veins in his
| forehead swelled almost to the burst
ing point. and reaching over ne
5000 tho decanter by the neck.