The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-10-03

drove the man elDOW pach 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. Ii fell
across the back of the seat. and Nal
lory pinioned il with elbow and knee
before il 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 10 squirm their
way 10 the trigger. and aim the gun
at the other robber and finally TO get
entire control OF IL.
The thing had happened in such
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 10 the
need for action. He caught his other
gun from its holster, and made for a
double volley. but there was nothing
TO aim at. Mallory was crouched In
the seat, and almost perfectly COW
cred by human shield.
Still, from force Of habit and fool
hardy pluck, Bill aimed at Maliory'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 at
the fierce look in his comrades eyes,
gasped: For Gods sake. don't shoot,
Bill"
Even then the fellow stood mis-
ground, and debated the issue, till
Mallory threw such ringing determine
tion into one last: Hands up, or by
his fingers from the triggers, turned
the guns up, and slowly raised both
hands above his head.
A profound "Ah!" 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, 1t darted
to the holster where his. second gun
was waiting. But before he could
clutch the butt OF II, 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 S
left hand lifted the revolver.
Mallory stood for a moment. breath
ing hard and little incredulous at
his own swift. sweet triumph. Then
he made an effort 10 speak as II this
sort of thing were quite common with
him, as If he eyerpowered pair OF
outlaws every morning before break
fast, but his voice cracked as he said,
In a 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 boys
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 apologizing for the
clerical relapse into pulpitism, but
Mallory answered briskly: Wed bet
ter take them into the smoking room.
They scare the ladies. But first, will
the conductor take those bags and
distribute the contents to their right
full owners?"
The conductor was proud TO act as
lieutenant 10 this lieutenant, and he
quickly relieved the robbers of their
loot-kits
Mallory smiled Don't give any
body my things" and then he jabbed
his robber with one of the revolvers.
and commanded: Forward, march,"
The little triumphal procession
moved off, with Bill in the lead, fol-
lowed by DR.. Temple, looking like a
whole field battery. followed by Jake,
followed by Mallory, followed by the
porter and as many of the other pas
sensers as could crowd into the smok-
ing room.
The rest went after those opulent
feed-bags.
CHAPTER XII.