The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1912-09-05
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fighting heap fell heavily to the floor,
and huge black man, extricating him.
self with great heave of knees and
shoulders, rose up gigantic In the
smoky room. Round his knees chung
a smaller man, striving frantically to
drag the giant down. Big Sam, with
beastlike snarl, drove his massive
fist upon the head of the clinging en-
emy, but did not break him FROM his
hold. The smaller man tugged mad
ly; big Sam, caught off balance, fell
like q severed tree, and before he
could rise something flashed in the
blue murk of the room. Big Sam,
with a hoarse gurgle, Strengthened out
upon the floor. The little man sprang
up, a knife In his bloOd-spattered hand,
and reached quickly into the clothing
of his victim. AS he fumbled IN the
negro's pockets, the Chinaman struck
him with a billet of wood, and the
mulatto woman caught his knife-hand.
The three dusky fighters rolled and
grappled, upsetting the miserable fur
niture Of the room, while another
hideous uproar began outside the
threshold, and scream of THE
ghost! The ghost!" mingled with in
sistent beatings on the panels.
Stepping clear as best he could
from the struggle on the floor, Solano
tore away the bolt. A man and woman,
white-faced, shrieking, stumbled into
Al. ut hnf
Flynn and Hogan, large, convincing
pistols ready in their hands Flynn
shot his fist against the ear of the
Chinaman. while Hogan, in most un-
chivalric fashion, applied the gun-butt
to the head of the mulatto woman.
The writhing knot upon the floor re-
solved itself into its proper factors,
and the little man whose knife had
been driven into the body Of big Sam
rose, gaspingly. He drew his hand
across his eyes to clear his brain and
get his bearings-and then his gaze
fell upon the face Of young Brockett,
not six feet away. Another frightful
yell rang out, and, staggering straight
at the man he thought he slew two
nights before, the Filipino, Aguilar,
tell shrieking to the ground.
Seems to be quite collection of
choice ghosts around here, me lads"
remarked officer Hogan, while his
partner was giving such aid as he
could to the bleeding negro. This lit
tie brown party seems to take ye for
wan, an it's meself as made a fine
spook by the door. Flynn an me
was standin' in tn shadows, waitin'
for youse two to give the signal, when
we see these two well-dressed people
comm to tn door. AS luck wud have
It. had taken off me hat an was
rubbin' me forehead with handker-
chief, when they chanced to spy me.
Forthwith they TUX me for the ghost
that loafs be night around these prem
ises-the ghost av gent without
head. All they cud see, I'm supposin',
was me manly frame up to the neck,
an they certainly wint nutty with tn
horror av it. The ghost, the ghost!'
they begin to yell an beat upon the
door. Ye opened tan we got in
lust In time to have hand in an ele-
giant little battle. It's glad am was
a ghost, for this felly might have put
up some argument If he'd had his
| proper senses"
Hogan, as he spoke, snapped hand
cuffs on the well-dressed man who had
come stumbling in when the door
sprang open. The prisoner was still
all unnerved, and offered no objec-
tion, while the woman who had en-
tered with him covered in a corner,
also utterly overcome
"A good catch this" exulted Officer
Hogan. The man Is Jerry Killen,
wanted for half dozen clever con
jobs, an the woman Is Bessie Dono-
van, a lovely little bit av a panel
worker. | knew that Jerry smoked,
but never knew this was where he
came to do 1t. Cheer up, Jerry, old
scout was the ghost. No other will
harm ye."
Flynn looked up from the PROSTATE
negro. THE black boy isn't so badly
stuck" said he. Give him little
care an he'll be fit as a fiddle in a
week or so. How about the little
brown wan? 1t was the brown wan
that stuck the black wan, wasn't it,
\ boys?"