The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1912-05-23
CHAPTER xlv.-(continued.)

He ran as seldom he had run be-
fore, straining and laboring, stumbling,
recovering and plunging onward. And,
by the gods, wasn't it hot! The
Ahamstn raved and tore like a spirit
OF hell-tire through that narrow alley,
turning 1t into a miniature inferno.
But in the course of some minutes,
the end of the tunnel came in view;
a lighted rift between house walls.
giving upon the illuminated street be-
yond. The sight brought forth a fresh
burst of speed from O'Rourke. He
dashed madly out of the alley,
stumbled. and ran headlong into a
strolling Greek, who grappled with
him, at first in surprise and then in
resentment, while the clamor of the
pursuing rabble shrilled loud and
near and ever nearer.
Exhausted as he was, the Irishman
struggled with little skill before he
mastered his own surprise; and in the
end saw his fms written along the
blade Of a thin. keen knife which the
Greek mad whipped from the folds of
his garments and jerked t~hreateningly
above his head.
1t was falling when O'Rourke saw
It. In another breath he had been
stabbed. Unexpectedly the Greek
shrieked, dropped the knife as though
1t had turned suddenly white-hot in
his hands, and leaped back from
Q'Rourke, nursing a broken wrist;
';jhile a voice as sweet as the singing
of angels rang in the fugitive's ears,
though the spirit of its melody was
simple and crude enough.
"O'Rourke, be all tn powers! The
masther himself! Glory, We beggar,
tits sorry | am that l didn't split the
ugly face of We wild me sthick!
This way, yer honor! Come
wild met"
Blindly enough (indeed the world
was all awhirl about him) O'Rourke,
his arm grasped by a strong and conf.
dent hand, permitted himself to be
swung to the right and across the
street. In a thought blackness again
was all about him. but the hand
gripped his arm, hurrying him onward
and he yielded blindly to its guidance
without power, for that matter, tc
question or to object; what breath
he had he sorely needed. And as blind.
ly he stumbled on for perhaps another
hundred yards, while the voice of the
= rabble made hideous the night be
hind them. Hardly. indeed, had the
two whipped into the mouth of the
back-way ere it wal choked by q
swarm Of pursuers. But-"Nive1
4aar!" said the voice at his side
"*ris ourselves that'll outwit them
/. Here, now, yer honor, do ye
go straight on widout sthoppin' ontil
ye come to an iron dure in a dead wal
at the end av this. Knock there
vance, count tin, and knock again
I'll lead EN- away and be wild We agar
In a brace av shakes!"
Benumbed by fatigue and exhaus
ton. O'Rourke obeyed. He was aware
that his preserver with a wild whoo1
had darted aside into a cross-alley, but
hardly aware of more. Mechanically
y. he blundered on until brought up BY
a wall that closed and made a Guide
sac of the way.
With trembling hands he felt before
him, fingers encountering the smooth
eool surface Of a sheet of metal. This
then. was the door. AS carefully a.
he could he knocked. counted ten, ant
knocked again-while the mob tina
had lusted for his blood trailed of
down the side alley in frantic pursuit
OF his generous preserver. And b,
heard with a smile. the latter's shril