The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-12-01

49, VIII union laDOr Inc next
day Emerson and Clyde drove down
to the dock with Cherry in 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 OH board when up the
ships gangway came "Fingerless'
Fraser radiantly attired, three heavily
laden hotel porters grooming at hts
back. the customary thick wasted
cigar between his teeth.
Are you going with usY' Boyd in
quired.
''Sure."
"See here! Is life one long success
sion Of surprise parties with youY
"Why. I've figgered on this right
along"
But the ship IS damned now. There
Is no ROOM"
"Oh. fixed that up long ago. am
going to bunk with the steward
well. why in the world didn't you
let us know you were coming?"
Say, don't kid yourself. You know
couldn't stay behind" Fraser blew
a cloud Of smoke airily. II never
start anything l can't finish, keen
telling YOU, and I'm going to put this
deal through now that I've got it
started" With half embarrassed
laugh and complete change of man
ner. he laid his hand upon Boyd's
shoulder, saying: pal. amt much
good to myself or anybody else, but I
like you and want to stick around.
Maybe III come in useful yet-you
can't TELL"
Emerson had never glimpsed this
side OF the mans nature. and 1t rather
surprised him.
"Of course you can come along. old
man." he responded heartily. Were
glad to have you''
The decks of the big. low lying
tramp steamer were piled high with
gear Of every description. Ready now
70 sail. Boyd went out to the dock Of
Ace to wire Mildred Of his success.
"Fingerless" Fraser soon ran in
upon him. They've come to grab you
for killing that striker" he began
breathlessly. There's couple of
square toes on the dock now. Better
take 1t on the 'lam'-quick"
Cod" SO Marsh had withheld this
stroke until the last moment.
You'd better beat it. quickw
How? | couldn't get through that
crowd. They know me. Listen!"
Outside the street broke into q roar ut
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 don't think
they know you," Fraser continued.
Anyhow, they wanted Peasley to
point you out. When they come off
maybe you can slip EN-"
Boyd seized eagerly upon the sug-
gestion. "The wharf is empty-see.
III have to cross it in plain Sight"
Through the rear door of the office
that 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 unobstructed as a lawn.
and. although it was nearly the size Of
q city block. 1t afforded no more means
OF concealment than did the little Of
fee itself. with its glass doors, its
counter and its long desk, at the far
thcr end Of which bill clerk was Dor.
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 careiessly to the Office
whence he ha1 seen Boyd disappearing
q few moments before. and turn back
to bis stevCdores Then they saw the