The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-07-15
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 Western
 By
 FRANCIS LYNDE copysssat. 1.sa1ss chaklss scribf ' hers Sons. Ee
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FRANCIS LYNDE


 It was the signal for tumult. The tall man fought desperately to pre- . serve his disguise, but Flemister's znask was torn off in the first rush. Then came a diversion; sudden and fiercely traefa With>a cfSSof rage that was like the yell of a madman Hallock flung himself upon the mine owner, beating him down with his manacled hands. choking him. grinding him into the dust of the floor, and when the avenger of wrongs was pull ed off and dragged to his feet Lidger- wood, looking. past the death grapple, saw the figure of woman swaying at the corridor door-saw the awful horror in her eyes. In the turning of . leaf he had fought his way to her.
 Good heavens, Eleanor!' he gasp ed What are you doing here?" And he faced her about quickly and led her into the corridor lest she should see the distorted features of the victim of Hallock's vengeance.
 q came-they took the car away, and I-I was left behind" she. faltered, and then: "Oh.- Howard. take me away, hide me somewherei It's too horri- bler'
 There was bull below of rage from the room they had just left, and Lid gerwood hurried his companion into the first refuge that offered, which chanced to be the trainmaster's room Out of the private office and into the corridor came the taller of the two garroters, holding his mask in place as he ran, with McClsskey, Judson and all but one or two of the others in hot pursuit.
 Notwithstanding the fugitive gained the stair and fell rather than ran to the bottom. There was the crash of . bursting door. soldierly command of "HaltI" the crack of cavalry rife, and McCloskey came back, wiping his homely face with a bandanna.
 They got him." he said. And then. seeing Eleanor for the first time, his Jaw dropped, and he tried to apologize. 'Excuse me, Miss Brewster. I didn't have the leastfidea youswere -Hp here" "Nothing matters now" said Eleanor, pale to the lips. Come in here and tell us about it. And-and-is mamma safer?
 She's downstairs in the Nadia with the others. where I supposed you were" McCloskeEo beganso but iLidger- wood heard the: :feeF of fH6se Who were , carrying Flemfster's body from the chamber of horrors, and. quickly shut ting the door on sight and sounds, started the trainmaster on the story which must be made to last until the way was clear of things a, woman should not see a4 3s@o
 "who was the tan niisafifff5!', nisafifff!', Re, asked. pT thought he was Hallock-I called him Hallock.'
 The trainmaster shook his head. 'They're abont the same build, but we were all off wrong, MT. Lidgerwood- way of. It's been Gridley-Gridley and his side partner, Flemister, all along. 9Gridley ywas1f thedmhns who jumped the passenger at Crosswater hills and took up the rail to ditch Clays freight, with Hallock chasing him and trying to prevent it. Gridley was the man who helped Flemister last night at Silver Switch, with Hal lock trying again to stop him and Jud son trying to keep tab on Hallock and getting him mixed up with Gridley at every turn. even to mistaking Grid ley's voice and his shadow on the win dow curtain for Hallock's. Gridley was the man who stole the switch en- zine and ran it over the old Wire Sill yer spur to the mine to sell it to Flemister for his mine power plant. They've got it boxed up and running there right now. Gridley is the man who has. made all this strike trouble, bossing the job to get you out and to get himself in so he could cover up his thieveries. Gridley was the man who put up the job with Bart Ruff ford to kill you. and Judson mistook his voice for Hallock's that time too. Gridley was"-
 Hold on, Mac" interrupted the su- perintendent. How did you learn all this?"
 'Part of it through some of his men. who have been coming over to us in the last half hour and giving him away; part of it through Dick Rufford. who was keeping tab on him for the money he could squeeze out of him afterward."
 How did Rufford come to tell you? p
 Why, Bradford-that is-er-the two Runords started a little shooting match with Andy. and-m-m-well, Bart passed out for keeps this time but Dick lived long enough to tell Bradford a few things-for old cow boy times sake. I suppose. I'll never put 1t all over any man again as long as I live, MT. Lidgerwood, after rub ping 1t into Hallock the way I did when h6 was odOing 5shiss level best to help us sodt!c But it's partly hiy own fault. He wanted to play lone hand. and he was scheming to get them boti into the same frying pan-Gridley and Flemister.'
 Lidgerwood nodded. "He had a pretty bitter -gradge against Flemis- ter" xan zuTno
 The worst man could have" said McCloskey soberly. Then he added: @Tve got few thousand dollars saved up that says that Rankin Hallock isn't going to hang for what he did in the aeher room few minutes ago. I