The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-09-02

Al ley's ship the rival company AI tenders were loading rapidly
 with union labor. The next day Emerson and Clyde drove down to the dock with Cherry in a closed carriage, experiencing no annoyance beyond some jeers and insults as they passed through the picket line. Boyd had barely seen them comfortably es tablished on board when up the ships gangway came '.Ffngerless" Fraser radiantly attired, three heavily laden hotel porters groaning at his back, the customary thick waisted cigar between his teeth.
 NAre you going with usT' Boyd in- quired-
 9sSure.''
 "See here! Is life one long success sion of surprise parties with youT'
 ''Why, I've nggered on this right along.'
 -But the ship is jammed now. There is no room"
 'sOh, I fixed that up long ago. I am going to bunk with the steward
 seWen, why, in the world didn't you let us know you were coming?'
 Say, don't kid yourself. You know I couldn't stay behind Fraser blew q cloud of smoke atrily. q never start anything I can't finish, I keep telling you, and I'm going to put this deal through now tbat I've got it started.'' With 8 half embarrassed laugh and complete change of man ner, he laid his hand upon Boyd's shoulder, saying: e'Pal, ain't much good to myself or anybody else, but like you and want to stick around. Maybe Pll come in useful yet-you can't telI.''
 Emerson had never gl1mpsed this side of tie mans nature, and it rather surprised him.
 tsOf course you can come along, old man. he responded heartily. Were glad to have you"
 The decks of the pig, low lying trapp steamer were piled high with gear of every description. Ready now to sail. Boyd went out to the dock of fee to wire Mildred of bis success.
 "Fingerless'' Fraser soon ran in for killing that striker!" he began breathlessly. There's a couple of square toes on the dock now. Better take it on the 1am'-quickr'
 '-Godr' So Marsh had withheld this stroke until the last moment.
 You'd better beat 1t, quickY' 9 "How? couldn't get through that crowd They know me. ListenT' Outside the street broke into roar at some taunt of the fishermen high up in the rigging q can't run away, and If those detectives get me I'm ruined"
 Boyd clinched his hands in despera ton T guess they've got me- he said bitterly. There's no way out-''
 Prom what they said I don't think they know you" Fraser continued. Anyhow, they wanted Peasley to point you out When they come off maybe you can slip 'em.''
 Boyd seized eagerly upon the sug- geSsion. s'The wharf is enpty-see! I'll have to cross it in plain sight,
 Through the rear door of the office tK1at opened upon the dock proper they beheld the great floor almost entirely clear. Save for few tons of freight at which Big Georges men were work ing it was as unobstPucted as lawn, and, although it was nearly the size of a city block, it afforded no more means of conceaIment than did /dae little of flee itself, with it's glass doors, its counter and it's long desk at the far ther end of which a bill clerk was DOT ing over his tack.
 They saw at the foot of the gang plank. two men talking with Big OCO4S SC- 44ASJ odW .D6l1L sEO4AL L4eF strangers oserelessly to the office, whence he had seen Boyd disappearing few moments before, and turn back to his stev~dores- Then they saw the plain clothes men approaching.
 ssHeret Gimme your coat and hat, quick!'' cried Fraser in low voice, his eyes blazing at a sudden thought He stripped his own garments from his back with feverish haste. Put mine on. There! I'll stall for you. When they grab me, take it on the run Understand.''
 That won't do. Everybody knows me- Boyd cast an apprehensfve glance at the arched back of the bill clerk, but Fraser, quick of resource in such a/ situation, forced him swiftly to make the change, saying:
 'tNix. It's your only out Stand here, seer' He indicated a position beside the rear door. 'Fa step put the other way where they can, see me- he continued, pointing to the wagon way at the right. ''Savvy? When they grab me you beat it and don't wait for nothing.''
 But you"-
 Already they could hear the foot steps of the officers.
 .sIIl take a chance. Goodby."
 There was no time even for a hand shake. Fraser stepped swiftly to the door, then strolled quietly out into the view of the two men, who an in- stant later accosted him.
 Are you MT. Boyd Emerson?''
 The adventurer answered brusquely, 'sYes, but I can't talk to you now"
 "You are under arrest, MT. Elmer son.
 Boyd waited to hear no more. The glass door swung open noiselessly un- der his hand, and he stepped out just as the bill clerk looked up from his work, staring out through the other entrance.