Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1910-05-13

He forced a little down the mans
thoat, and Mr.. Lane blinked and opened
his eyes in a frightened stare.
stand up" commanded Bat, AN
give an account Of yourself, young fell
Ter. What dye mean by breaking into
Never mind about that" Goyle in
terrupted savagely. What has he
heard when he was sneaking outside!
that's the question"
"Nothin', gentlemen" gasped the un-
fortunate Mr.. Lane, ION me word,
gentlemen! I've been in trouble like
yourselves, an"
He realized he had ~blundered.
oh" said Goyle with ominOus calm,
80 you've been in trouble like us, have
your"
Il mean"
Il know what you mean," Kissed the
other; you mean you've been listenin'
TO what we've been saying, you little
skunk, and you're ready to bleat to the
first copper"
1t might have gone hard with Mr..
Lane but for the oppOrtune arrival OF
the messenger. Bat went downstairs
at the knock, and the rest stood quietly
listening. They expected Common, and
when his voice did not sound on the
stairs they looked at n another ques-
tioningly. Bat came into the room
with a yellow envelope in his hand.
He passed 1t to GOyle. Reading was
not an accomplishment of his. Goyle
read it with difficulty.
DO the best you cam" he read. I'm
lying 'doggo.'"
Goyle, holding the message in his hand
and looking at Bat. 'Hidin', is he-and
we've got to do the best we CAM"
Bat reached for his O~verCoat. He did
not speak as he struggled into It, nor
until he had buttoned it deliberately.
1T m~eans-git," he said shortly. 1T
means run, or else it means time, an
wrose than time"
He swung round to the door.
"Connor's hidin'," he stopped to say.
"When Conner starts hiding the place
is getting not. There's nothing against
me 50 far as / know, except"
His eyes fell on the form of Mr..
Lane. He had raised himself TO a sit
ting position on the floor, and now,
with d~isheveled hair and Outstretched
legs, he sat the picture of despair.
Goyle intercepted the glance.
What about him." he asked.
Leave him." said Bat; we've got
no time for fooling with him"
A motor-car came buzzing down
Cawdor street. which was unusual.
They heard the grind of it's brakes
outside the door, and that in itself was
sufficiently alarming. Bat extinguished
the light, and cautiously opened the
shutters. He drew back with an oath.
What's that?" Goyle whispered.
Bat made no reply, and they heard
him open his matchbox.
What are you doing?" whispered
Goyle fiercelv.
Light the lamp" said the other.
The tinkle of glass followed as he
removed the chimney, and in the yell
low light Bat faced the Borough Lot"
Up spells up an that's what the
game is he said calmly. He was
searching his pockets as he spoke. Il
want a light because there's n or
two things in my pocket that I've got
to burn-quick!"
After some fumbling he found a
paper. He gave 1t a swift examination,
then he struck a match and carefully lit
the corner.
ITS the fairest cop" he went on.
THE streets full Of police, and Angel
amt playing 'gamblin' raids this
time"
There was a heavy knock on the door,
but nobody moved. Goyle's face had
zone livid. He knew better than any
man there how impossible escape was.
That had been n Of the drawbacks
to the houSe-the ease with which it
could be surrounded. He had pointed
out the fact 10 Connor before.
Again the knock.
Let 'em open it," said Bat grimly,
and as though the people outside had
heard the invitation, the door crashed
in, and there came a patter as of men
running on the stairs.
First to enter the room was Angel.
He nodded to Bat coolly, then stepped
aside to allow the policemen to follow.
Il want YOU he said briefly.
What for?" asked Sands.
Breaking and entering" said the de-
tective. Put out your hands!"
Bat obeyed. AS the steel stirrup-
shaped irons snapped on his wrists he
asked
Have you got Connor?"
Angel Smiled.
"Connor lives to fight another day."
he said quietly.
The policemen who attended him
were busy with the other occupants
Of tie room.
Bit of a ield-day for you, Mr.. An
gel" said the thin-faced Lamby pleas
antly. Thought you was goin' to let
us off,"
Jumping at conclusions hastily is
a habit to be deplored," said Angel SEN
tentiously. Then he saw the panic
stricken Mr.. Lane.
"Hullo. what's this?" he demanded,
CONTINUED Naxt waaL