The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1909-07-09


die Of the kitchen floor, axe in hand,
while her sister guarded the door with
the cleaver. For several rhbments no
one spoke and a dead silence reigned
around the lonely farm house. The
twilight shades were falling and a
veil Of darkness gradually descended
until Murray could barely distinguish
the three figures Of his companions.
The silence was shattered by the
sharp vibrant striking Of a clock; and
as the last peal died away Murray
sprang to his feet and spoke with de-
termined energy.
Times up" he said briefly. Strike
a light s.
There was no response and he turned
swiftly to Dobbin. 1--WE had quite
enough of this foolery," he exclaimed.
axe or no axe, woman or no woman,
this stops right now. For the last
time l order you to call OF your wife,"
Mrs, Dobbin. burst into a tempest OF
rage. pe
'I1l die before my husband crosses
the Red river tonight" she shouted.
"F1l take him, you and your sister,"
responded Murray fercely. r.
Then he again turned his attention
to his prisoner. Get a move on you"
he said roughly. 1--WE dallied around
here too long. Well hire a boat three
miles up the river"
ct own a boat on the river" said
sDobbin. sullenly. g.
TITS mine, not yours" corrected his
charming spouse.
"You may as we'll make some money
out of your boat" he said addressing
Mrs. Dobbin. "Your husband must go
over the river with me and somebody
will get the money" 4 r
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. "hf
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. o.-rt.,-
You can send for it," responded
Murray.
""Pll do it for a dollar and a half"
she replied. ,s4
The detective dropped two more
quarters on the floor.
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 we'll
| 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
sultation with the genial skipper.
II 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"
"I've 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"
He can yell like a Comanche In
dian in there, and no n a bear
| him." said the jovial skipper glee-
fully.
The artful Dobbin was on the watch
| for the moment when he was to carry
| out his lawyers instructions. Anxious
ly he waited as the boat drew near
| the locks and got ready to send forth
the yells 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
ray eagerly. "Dobbin, don't you feel
| 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, 1 don't mind If I 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
" stepped out again, after placing q
! decanter of whiskey and glasses on
the table, and slammed the door be-
hind him.
why did he shut the door?" de-
manded Dobbin, with sudden sus-
picion. Murray eyed the Questioner
with a sardonic grin.
why don't you start yelling for
your friend, the sheriff." he queried
jovially.
Dobbin glared furiously at the con-
forraor IF his MANS. A lurid wave OF