The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-02-17

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 fresh
burst of speed from O'Rourke. He
dashed madly out of the alley.
stumbled and ran headlong into
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; ana in the
end saw his finis written along the
blade Of thin, keen knife which the
Greek mad whipped from the folds OF
his garments and jerked threateningly
above his head.
II was falling when O'Rourke saw
II, In another breath he had been
stabbed. Unexpectedly the Greek
shrieked, dropped the knife as though
It had turned suddenly white-hot in
his hands, and leaned back from
O'Rourke. nursing broken wrist;
while a voice as sweet as the singing
Of angels rang In the fugitive's ears,
though the spirit Of it's melody was
simple and crude enough
"O'Rourke. be all tn powers! The
masther himself! Cory, ye bcggar,
tits sorry | am that didn't split the
ugly face Of ye wild me sthick!
This way, yer honor! Come
wild mel"
Blindly enough Indeed the world
was all awhirl about him) O'Rourke.
his arm grasped by strong and conf
dent hand, permitted himself to be
swung to the right and across the
street. In q 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, to
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 II was choked by a
swarm Of pursuers, But-"Niver
! fear!" said the voice at his side.
"'Tis ourselves that'll outwit them.
(. Here, now, yer honor, do we
go straight on widout sthoppin' ontil
ye come to an iron dure in dead wall
at the end av this. Knock there
vance, count tin, and knock again.
I'll lead 'em away and be wild ye again
In a brace av shakes."
Benumbed by fatigue and exhaus
ton, O'Rourke obeyed. He was aware
that his preserver with a wild whooI
had darted aside into cross-alley, but
hardly aware of more Mechanically
he Numbered on until brought up by
wall that closed and made a Guide
sac OF the way,
With trembling hands he felt befor,
him, fingers encountering the smooth
cool surface Of sheet OF metal. This
then, was the door. As carefully a
he could he knocked. counted ten, an
knocked again-while the mob tina
had lusted for his blood trailed o
down the side alley in frantic pursu
Of his generous preserver. And b
heard with smile, the latter's shri
defiant Irish yells Turing them turtle
! upon the false scent.
: IF It's not Danny" gasped the a.
venturer, then myselfs not Ii
3 O'Rourke! Bless the lad!"
But as he breathed this benedictio
the iron door swung inwards and b
| stumbled across the threshold, hal
Q fainting, hardly conscious that he ha
J. done more than pass from open nigl
TO the night Of an enclosed space. IL
: foot caught on some obstruction an
he went to his knees with a cry thi
l was a cross between n sob and
groan; and incontinently fell fu
y length upon an earthen floor, his hea
Q pillowed on his arm, painting as II h
}, heart would break.
Q In the darkness above him someor
d cried aloud, a startled cry, and the
t the door was thrust to with a clar
4 and rattle of bolts. A match raspt