The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-09-03

8 uD0raC0 In0QacSs with 5O,o0O cases of salmon aboard the Bedford Castle I will explain any thing Meanwhile the police may go to the devilr'
 ''You got away from Seattle, but there is commissioner at. Dutch Har- bor, also a deputy marshal, who may have better success with warrant than those policemen had.' The trusts manager could not keep down the angry tremor in his voice, and the other, perceiving it, replied in. q man ner designed to inflame him still more:
 'EYes, have heard of those officers. understand they are both in your employ"
 "Whatv'
 ''I hear you have bought them."
 'tDo you mean to insinuate''-
 tI don't mean to insinuate anything. Listen! We are where we can talk plainly, Marsh, and I am tired of all this subterfuge. You did what you could to stop me, you even tried to have me killed''-
 You dare to-
 stBut I guess it never occurred to you that I may be just as desperate as you are. 1 broke through in spite of you, and Pm on the job. If you want to cry quits, I'm willing, but I won't be baked, and if any of your hired marshaIs try to take me before put up my catch I'll put you away. Understand?''
 Willis Marsh recoiled involuntarily.
 t'You are insanen' he cried.
 %Am I?'' Emerson laughed harshIy. 'FWell, Pm just cWZy enough to do what I say. Don't come back here until I send for you. Something might fall on you.'
 Then it is to be war, eh?"
 ''Suit yourself Boyd pointed to the shore.
 As Marsh. made his way to the wa ter's edge he stumbled like a blind man; his lips were bleeding where bis small. sharp teeth had bitten them, and he panted like an hysterica1 wo- man.
 During the next fortnight the sailing ships began to assemble, standing in under a great spread of canvas to berth close alongside the two steam ships.
 On the morning after the arrival of the last ship Emerson and his com panions were treated to a genuine sur prise. Cherry had come down to the site as tsual-she could not let day go by without visiting the place-apd Clyde after tardy breakfast had just come ashore. They were watching Big George direct the 1auriching of a scow when all os sudden they heard fa- miliar voice behind them cry cheer fully:
 Hello, white folks! Here we are all together again.
 They turned to behold vil1ainous looking man beaming benignly upon hnr EI a in rags. and through riotous bristle of beard that hid his thin features a mangy patch showed on either cheek It was undeniably 'tF1ngerless'' Fraser, but how changed, how altered, from that radiant flower of indolence they had known. He was pa1lid, emaciat- ed and bedragg1ed.
 Eraser. they cried in chorus, eaen fe11 upon him noisily
 Fraser drew himself up with injured dignity. then spoke in dramatic ac- cents T worked my wayY'
 How? Where?''
 'On that bloody wind tanner"
 '.But the police? ?'' queried Boyd
 t'Oh, I squared them easy. It's you they want. Yes. sir, I worked. I'm e | scullery maid.''
 ''Tell us about it, ,'' urged Cherry.
 Whats the use?" he demanded, 1 With glare at Clyde '"That bone 1 head wouldn't understand"
 "Go ahead,'' Boyd seconded. with | twitching lips. You look as if you | had worked, and worked hard''
 ''Well, there ain't any Pullmans run ming to this resort, so I stow away on a coal burner. but somebody flags me. Then try to hire out as fisherman, 1 but I ain't there with the gang talk and my stuff drags. so I fix it for | hide-away on the Blessed Isle that's her name. Can you beat that 1 for a rnnnaker2 Tfais SSilnr cn rni-o |