The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1909-05-22

50 WHY DoSh6t OuAu uAHuOSCu, COH-
tentedly putting at his Havana and
noting with satisfaction that there
was not likely to be any crowd.
See here. my man." Quaintancc
said, in quick, nervous English, I'll
give you one chance to go on un-
hurt, though you don't deserve it.
Another word in that strain and I'll
manhandle you"
The Frenchman apparently I'M
derstood ahim perfectly, but ignored
the warning and went on in his own
tongue.
Il want her address,"
What you want and what you're
going to get are two very different
things" said Quaintance, his lips
compressed. Put your hands up
I'm going to begin"
Il want her address," the French.
man repeated obstinately. And
you will do well to beware what
you are about. If you are abetting
her in"
Quaintance's fist shot out, but the
vicious eyes were too wide awake
to encounter that, and he had to
spring back with all his agility to
escape dangerous boot heel which
had appeared where his enemy's
head had been and within an inch
of his own chin. The Frenchman
was minded to fight with his feet,
and was no mean exponent of la
savate. He had indeed counted on
that inelegant science to save him
from a bout of fisticuffs, and was
the more dismayed to find his op-
ponent also past master in all its
arts.
Quaintance had caught at his
ankle, and closed in so quickly that
a savage kick from the free foot,
which would otherwise have dis
abled him, no more than grazed his
knee. He grasped it also, and, tuck
ing both under his left arm, seized
the struggling Frenchman by his
coat collar. plucked him off the
ground altogether. He hung, help
lessly clutching and clawing. in mid
air, while Quaintance, breathing
heavily, carried him to the waters
edge and cast him Stewards with
all the swing of two muscular arms.
1t was high tide at Rockaway,
and the human projectile came
down with squelching spalsh,
greatly to the amusement of the
few spectators whom O'Ferral had
been keeping in the background and
who now acclaimed Quaintance's
tour de force with that pleasant
impartiality for which American
audiences are so justly famous.
The Frenchman rose, splutterine,
all the fight washed out of him.
There was to be no further enter
tainment for the onlookers. He
clambered ashore, dripping, hatless,
pushed through them as. soon as
Quaintance had spoken a few low,
menacing words to him. and went
toward the Inn. swearing blood
curdling oaths to himself but with
out looking back.
Having rough-dried himself there
and donned a coat. he made for
Manhattan at speed. planning
prompt revenge for the cruel indig-
nifty Quaintance had put upon him.
They are thus indeed intimate,
he and she! And 1t will be safest
to strike him through her." said the
valiant Jules to himself, his first
suspicion as to the strangers inter-
est In his own quarry confirmed by
the incident in which he had per
force played such shameful part,
his whole mind bent on condign re-
venge. ut will hurt him most to
see her suffer, and-I shall always
be there. looking on. And Monsieur
must play the catspaw for me-"
Still chewing the sweet cud of
such schemes, he reached the st.
Regulus some time before Mon
sieur came in from his afternoon
promenade, and tended to all the
details of that connOisseur's even
ing toilet so deftly as to win a word
of approval. Whereupon he opened
fire on his absent enemy. at long
range, from a masked battery.
IL have news for Monsieur to-
night" he mumbled, stud in his
mouth. 81 do not think that 1t will
be very long now before we strike
the true trail"
Proceed, Jules" cried Monsieur
eagerly as his valet paused to slip
the stud into place. What news?
And whence? Is 1t that you have
seen herr"
II have not seen her myself"
Jules lied glibly, but have found
those who have. 1t is not In Chi
cago that she resides. but close to
New York, on Long Island"
"Sacreblue! Then why do you
dress me like this?" cried his mas
ter. excitedly. LET us go there at
once, my good Jules. Why did you
not tell me before! She. may yet
escape us II We lose moment"
He tore off the white cravat
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