The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-01-09

wInded when we got there. II was
| tower room, reached by narrow stairs
and well above the roof level Hotch-
kiss was glowing.
IT is partly good luck, but not all, +"
he painted in a whisper. ''If we had
persisted in the search last night, he
would have taken alarm and fed. Now
we have him. Are you rcady?o
lie gave mighty rap at the door
with the fire tongs, and stood expec-
tant Certainly. he was right; some
one moved within.
" Hello Hello thcre!" Hotchkiss
bawled. You might as well come out
We won't hurt you, if you'll come
"Tell him We represent the law
prompted. That's the customary
thing, you know
| But at that moment bullet came
| squarely through the door and flattened
of the tower staircase We ducked
unanimously, dropped back out of
range. and Hotchkiss retaliated with a
| spirited hang at the door with the
tongs. This brought another bullet. 1t
was ridiculous situation. Under the
| circumstances, no doubt, we should
have retired, al least until we had
armed ourselves, but Hotchlsiss had no
end of fighting spirit, and as for me,
my blood was up.
Break the lock- ! suggested and
| llotchkiss, standing at the side, out
Of range, retaliated for every bullet by
smashing blow with the tongs, The
shots ceased after half dozen, and
the door was giving. slowly. One of us
on each side Of the door, we were ready
| for almost any kind of desperate re
sistance As il swung open Hotchkiss
| poised the tongs; | stood, bent forward,
my arm drawn back for a blow
Nothing happened.
! There was not a sound. Finally, at
the risk of losing an eye which | justly
value, ] pcered around and into the
room, There was no desperado there;
only u fresh-faced. trembling Tipped
| servant, sitting on the edge of her bed,
with a quilt around her shoulders and
the empty revolver at her feet.
We were victorious, but no conquered
army ever beat such a retreat as ours
down the tower stairs and into the ref
uge Of the living room. There, with
the door closed, sprawled on the divan,
| went from one spasm of mirth into
another, becoming sane Mt intervals.
and suffering relapse again every time
| ] saw HotchkIss's disgruntled counte-
nance. He was pacing the room, the
| toneS still in his hand, his mouth pursed
with irritation. Finally he stopped in
front of me and compelled my atten-
tiop.
"When YOU have finished cackling, -
he said with dignity, 81 wish to Justify
my position Do YOU think the--er--
| Young woman upstairs put PAIR OF
number eight boots TO dry in the Ii
brary last night? Do YOU think she
poured the whisky out of that decan-
| tcr?''
"They have been known 10 do it,
put in, but his eye sllcnced me,
Moreover, if she had been the per
son who peered at you over the gallery
railing last night, don q you suppose.
with her-er-belligcr disposition,
she could have filed you as full OF
lead as window weigbtH'
81 do, - | assented. 1t wasn Z
Then who was it2''
Hotchkiss felt certain that il had
been Sullivan, bat / was not so sure.
| Why would he have crawled like n
thief into his own house' If he had
crossed the park, as seemed probable,
when we did, he had not made any at
tempt TO use the knocker. ] gave il
up finally, and made an effort to con-
ciliate the young woman in the tower
We had heard no sound since our
spectacular entrance into her room, ]
was distinctly uncomfortable as, alone
this time. ! climbed TO the tower stair
case Reasoning from before, she would
probably throw chair at me. !
stopped at the foot of the staircase and
called.
"Hello up there I said, in as de-
bonnaire manner as ] could sum
mon. Good morning. VIE geht es
bel ihnenl''
No reply.
- Bon Jour, mademoisclle, I tried
| again. This time there was movement
of some sort from above, but nothing
| fell on me,
Give want 70 apologize for rouslng
YOU so-er-uncxpectcdly this morn
ing | went on. 'fThe fact is, we
wanted 10 talk to You, and you-you
were hard to waken. We are travellers,
lost in your mountains, and we crave
"A breakfast and an audience.
She came to the door then. | could