The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1912-12-12
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fighting hep fell heavily to the floor
and q huge black man, %extricating him
self with a 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
a beastllke snarl, drove his massive
fist upon the head of the clinging en-.
envy, but did not break him from his
hold. The smaller man tugged mad.
~; big Sam, caught off balance, fell
like a 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
or 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, upsetthlg the miserable fur
:" 'hV itbIi; Willie announcer
hideous uproar began outside the
threshold, and a 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 m
white-faced, shrieking, stumbled into
the room-and at their heels came
Flynn and Hogan, large, convincing
pistols ready in their hands. Flynn
shot his fist against the ear OF the
Chinaman. while Hogan, in most I'M
chivalric fashion, applied the gun-butt
to the head OF the mulatto woman.
The writing 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,
fell shrieking to the ground.
Seems to be quite a collection OF
choice ghosts around here, me lads"
officer Hogan, while his
partner was giving such aid as he
could to the bleeding negro. This lit
tie brown party seems to take We for
xy0n nn' he rnncaIf nc n,olz a.
spook by the door. Flynn an me
was standin' in tn shadows, waitin'
for youse two to give the signal. when
see these two welLdressed people
to tn door. AS luck wud have
t, | had taken off me hat an was
'ubbin' me forehead with a handker-
chief. when they CHANGED to spy me.
they TUX me for the ghost
hat loafs be night around these prem.
ses-the ghost av a gent without a
head. All they cud see, I'm supposin',
vas me manly frame up to the neck.
IN they certainly whit nutty with tn
av 1t. The ghost, the ghost.'
hey begin to yell an beat upon the
loor. Ye opened tan we got In
ust In time to have a hand In an ele-
,ant little battle. It's glad | am ] was
ghost. for this fclly might have put
Ip some argument If he'd had his
senses"
Hogan. as he spoke. snapped hand.
uffs on the welldressed man who had
cine stumbling In when the door
prang open. The prisoner was still
II unnerved. and offered no objec-
lon. while the woman who had en-
cred with him covered in a corner
lso utterly overcome
"A good catch this" exulted Oficer
The man Is Jerry Killen.
'anted for half a dozen clever con
lbs. an the woman is Bessie Dono-
an. a lovely little bit av a panel
knew that Jerry smoked.
ut never knew this was where he
to do Il. Cheer up. Jerry, old
sout-I was the ghost. No other will
arm ye."
Flynn looked up from the PROSTATE
egro. "The black boy isn't so badly
uck," said he. Give him a little
Ire an he'll be At as a fiddle In a
eek or so. How about the little
own wan? II was the brown wan y
at stuck the black wSn, wasn't Il.