The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1911-09-30

though his hands We're, his ringers
were twined tightly about the step
rods He had a grip on the RODS as
powerful as that with which one OF
his captors held his ankles. The
crossing of his hands to bind his
wrists had made his hold only the
firmer. All the leverage of each
sinewv wrist strengthened the other.
The rods were so small they hurt his
hands, but unless they broke his grip
could not be loosened. Britz clutched
them with an iron resolve not to be
drawn into the brougham again. Safe
though his life might have been at the
outset he was not certain it would be
secure after his daring defiance Of the
odds against him
"This," said Britz to his inner con-
seriousness, with a touch Of the grim
humor his colleagues often found dis
concerning, lis hillclimbing under diff
ficulties" For the coachman, in spite
of-perhaps because of-the silent
struggle going on furiously at the door
of the cab, had whipped his horses to
a gallop, and was speeding them up
slope. Over the edge of the scarf
that had slipped from his eyes, Britt
got a glimpse of the Soldiers and
| Sailors monument. He knew exactly
where he was then. Next moment his
eyes fastened themselves on the faces
in the carriage, and he tried with
ali his might to make out the dark
features of the three in the gloom of
the cab; but their features still were
| shadowy. He would not have liked to
pick them out of a line in police
station. 1t was a point Of honor with
the lieutenant always to be sure OF
/ his man before making an Identified
ton. In part, that accounted for the
4 failure of almost every defendant IN
any of his cases to establish an alib1.
/ Lean hands stretched forth from
the dark interior and caught him
about the middle Other hands seized
his legs, while the pair clutching his
s aakle frightened their grasp, but be
only twined his fingers the more hrm
4 ly around their slight circumference
BY now the carriage was rolling and
pitching like a seagoing tug. Had he
not been held SO stoutly by the sls
lean hands above, and his own iron
clutch below, the motion might have
swung his head against the stel
again with force to crack 1t in a doze1
places The very fury Of the battle
made for his safety.
The horses struck d slope that tool
them out Of the Drive. Britt guessed
they could not go far without encoun
tering a policeman. If they did no
meet a mounted patrolman or a bicy
!, Gle bluecoat in the avenue, it was a.
t most certain they would strike q!
> ordinary policeman In one of the b.
, streets. Britz chewed the gag savage
i ly in the hope Of freeing his voice
5 Abrupt as its beginning was the en-
: of the struggle. Britz, his eyes st1
] boring into the inner murk. saw on
of the long, lean hands slip fort
f again This time the hand clutche
> something between thumb and fort
. finger. The arm extended until th
! hand was close to the detective
. wrist. Suddenly the sleuth felt
q frightful burning pain in the back {
: his hand The agony was duplicate
. In the knuckles Of the other. Striy
: though he did with all his grit an
strength to retain his grip, his finger
opened against his will, the tendon
). contracted by the biting agony, an
: Britt knew powerful acid had bee
: sprinkled on his hands. He could III