The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1910-11-12
'NGodr' So Marsh had withheld this
stroke until the last moment.

stroke until the last moment.
YOU'D better beat it, quickr'
"How7 I couldn't get through that
crowd. They know me. Listenv'
Outside the street broke into a roar at
some taunt of the fishermen high up
in the rigging. II can't run away, and
If those detectives get me I'm ruined"
Boyd clinched his hands in despera-
ton. II guess they've got me-" he said
bitterly. There's no way out"
from what they. said I don't think
they know you," Fraser continued.
Anyhow, they wanted Peasley to
point you out. When they come of
maybe you can slip 'em.":
Boyd seized eagerly upon the sug-
gestion. 'eThe wharf is empty-see!
I'll have to cross it in plain sight,"
Through the rear door of the Office
that: opened. upon the deck 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 unobstrueted as lawn,
and, Though it was nearly the size Of
city block, it afforded no more means
Of concealment than did the little Of
fee itself, with its glass doors, it's
counter and its long desk, at the far
Their end Of which bill clerk was por-
ing over his task.
They saw at the foot of the gang
plank two men talking with Big
George. They saw Bait point the
strangers carelessly to the Office,
whence he had seen Boyd disappearing
a few moments before, and turn back
to his stevedores. Then they saw the
plain clothes men approaching.
Here! Gimme your coat and hat,
quickr' cried Fraser in a 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. Understandv'
'"That won't do. Everybody knows
me-" Boyd cast an apprehensive
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: -
"Nix. It's your only out Stand
here, see!' he indicated a position
beside the rear door. "I'u step out
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.
''Il take a chance. Goodby."
There was no time even for hand
shake. Fraser stepped swiftly to the
door, then strolled quietly out into
slant later accosted him.
i "Are you Mr.. Boyd Emerson"
The adventurer answered brusquely,
Eyes, but can't talk to you now"
"You are under arrest, Mr.. Emer-
! son.
Boyd waited to hear no more. The
glass door swung open noiselessly I'M
der his hand, and he stepped out just
as the bill clerk looked up from his
work. staring out through the other
entrance. -:.f''
"Fingerless'' Fraser's voice was
louder now, as If for q signal. "Ar.
rest me? What do you meant Get
out of my way" .<-s~.<... ill.,. T..
you'd better come. peaceably."
Boyd heard sharp exclamation
"Get him, ,Bill!'-and then the sound
Of men struggling. He ran, followed
by roar from the strikers, In whose
full view Frasers encounter with the
plain clothes men was taking place. A
| backward glance showed him that
Fraser had drawn his pursuers to thu
street :.