The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-28
Copyright, 1911. By Il. Z. Fly Co.
CHAPTER XII.
A Hero In Spite Of Himself.


Passion sent Mallory into the I'M
equal fight with two armed and des-
perate outlaws. But reason had
planned the way. He had been study
ing the robber all the time, as if the
villain were a war-map, studying his
gestures, his way of turning, and how
he held the revolver. He had noted
that the man. as he frisked the pas
sengers, did not keep his finger on
the trigger, but on the guard
Marjories little battle threw the
desperate OFF his balance a trifie; as
he recovered, Mallory struck him, and
swept him on over against the back
of seat. At the same instant, Nal
lory's right hand went like lightning
to the trigger guard, and gripped the
fingers IN wise of steel, while he
drove the mans elbow back against
his side. Mallory's left hand mean
while flung around his enemy's neck,
and gave him spinning fall that sent
his left hand out for balance. 1t fell
across the back of the seat, and Nal.
lory pinioned it with elbow and knee
before it could escape.
All in the same crowded moment,
his left knuckles jolted the mans chin
in the air, and so bewildered him
that his muscles relaxed enough for
Mallory's right fingers to squirm their
way to the trigger, and aim the gun
at the other robber, and finally to get
entire control of it,
The thing had happened in such a
fash that the second outlaw could
hardly believe his eyes. The Shrek
Of the astounded passengers. and the
grunt of Mallory's prisoner. as he
crashed backward, woke him to the
need for action. He caught his other
gun from it's holster, and made for a
double volley, but there was nothing
to aim at. Mallory was crouched in
the seat, and almost perfectly GOV.
cred by human shield
Still, from force of habit and fool.
hardy pluck, Bill aimed at Mallory S
right eyebrow, just abaft Jake's right
ear, and shouted his old motto:
Hands up! you!"
Hands up yourself!" answered
Mallory, and his victim, shuddering al
the fierce look in his comrades eyes
gasped: For Gods sake, don't shoot
Bill"
Even then the fellow stood his
ground, and debated the issue, till
Mallory threw such ringing determine
ton into one last: Hands up, or by
God, I'll f1re!" that he caved in, lifted
his fingers from the triggers, turned
the guns up, and slowly raised both
hands above his head.
A profound "AhI" of relief soughed
through the car, and Mallory, still
keeping his eye on Bill, got down eau,
tiously from the seat. The moment
he released Jake's left hand, it darted
to the holster where his second gun
was waiting. But before he could
clutch the butt of it, Mallory Jabbed
the muzzle Of his own revolver in the
mans back, and growled: Put 'em
up!" And the robbers left hand
Joined the right in air, while Mallory s
left hand lifted the revolver.
Mallory stood for a moment, breath.
ing hard and a little incredulous at
his own swift, sweet triumph. Then
he made an effort to speak as If this
sort of thing We're quite common with
him, as If he overpowered a pair OF
outlaws every morning before break.
fast, but his voice cracked as he said
in drawing-room tone:
"Dr. Temple, would you mind re.
lieving that man of those guns?"
DR.. Temple was so set up by this
distinction that he answered: Not by
"a"
Walter" Mrs. Temple checked
him, before he could utter the beau
tiful word. and DR.. Temple looked at
her almost reproachfully, as he
sighed: "Golly, should like to swear
just once more"
Then he reached up and disarmed
the man who had taken his wallet
and his wife's keepsakes.
American children breathe in this
desperate romance with their earliest
traditions. and DR.. Temple felt all his
bOyhood Zest surge back with a boy s
tremendous rapture in a deed of der
ring-do. And now nothing could check
his swagger, as he said to Mallory:
What shall we do with these
damned sinners"
He felt like apoIogizing for the
clerical relapse into a pulpitism, but
Mallory answered briskly: Wed bet.
ter take them into the smoking room.
They scare the ladies. But first. will
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