The Huttig news., 1913-01-04

IpaJO8s F1k-Ab ~ co ! separated them from. the porch where George had been ted 10 look for the man he was expecting a identify All was dark there at pres at, but he could hear from time to tiae some sounds of restless movement. as tl.a guard posted inside shifted in his mar row quarters, or struck his benumbcd q feet softly together.
 But what came to them from above WAS more interesting than anything to be heard or seen below. A man s voice, raised to wonderful pitch by the passion of oratory. had burst the barriers of the closed hall in that tow ring third story and was carrying it's ale to other ears than those within.
 SweetWater, in whom satisfaction was fast taking the place Of impa- fence and regret, pushed the window 0 before asking George this question:
 Did you hear the voice of the man whose action attracted your attention outside the Clermont?'
 "No."
 Did you note just now the large
 
 he speakers head?"
 '.Yes, but I could judge nothing from that"
 "Well. he's a rum one I shan't open this window again till he gives signs Of reaching the end of his speech. It's too cold
 But almost immediately he gave a start and, pressing Georges arm. ap- peared to listen, not to the speech which was no longer audible, but to something much nearer-a step or movement in the adjoining yard. At least, so George interpreted the quick turn which this impetuous detective made, and the pains he took to direct Georges attention to the walk run nlng under the window beneath which they crouehed. Some one Was steal ing down upon the house at their left, from the alley beyond. A big man, whose shoulder brushed the window as he went by. George felt his hand seized again and pressed as this hap pened, and before he had recovered from this excitement, experienced an other quick pressure and still another as one, two, three additional figures went slipping by. Then his hand was suddenly dropped, for cry had shot up from the door where the sentinel stood guard. followed by a sudden loud slam, and the noise of shooting bolt which, proclaiming as it did that the invaders were not friends but enemies to the cause which was being vaunted above, so excited Sweetwater that he pulled the window wide open and took bold look out. George fo. lowed his example and this was what they saw:
 Three men were standing fiat against the fence leading from the shed directly to the porch. The fourth was crouching within the lat ter, and in another moment they heard his fist descend upon the door inside in way to rouse the echoes Mean time, the voice in the audience hall above had ceased, and there could be heard instead the scramble of hurry Ing feet and the noise of overturning benches. Then window flew up and a voice called down:
 " Lc o iliAl " Idt uO you WdIl down there?"
 But before an answer could bc shouted back, this man was drawn fercely inside, and the scramble was renewed. amid which George heard Sweetwater5s whisper at his ear:
 It's the police. The chief has got ahead of me. Was that the man we're after-the one who shouted down."
 No. Neither was he the speaker The voices are very different"
 We want the speaker. If the boys get him, we're all right; but if they don't-wait, 1 must make the matter sure'
 And with a bound he yaulted through the window, whistling in a peculiar way. George, thus left quite alone, had the pleasure Of seeing his sole protector mix with the boys. as he called them, and ultimately ceowd in with them through the door which had finally been opened for their ad- mittance. Then came a wait, and then the quiet re-appearance of the detect i've alone and in no very amiable mood
 "Well?" inquired George, somewhat breathlessly. Do you want me? They don't seem to be coming out"
 No; they've gone the other way It was red hot anarchist meeting, and no mistake. They have arrested one of the speakers. but the other escaped How, we have not yet found out; but think there's a way out somewhere by which he got the start of us. He was the man l wanted you to see Bad luck, Mir Anderson, but I'm not at the end of my resources. If youll have pa tience with me and accompany me a little further, I promise you that I'll only risk one more failure. Will you be so good, sir?"
 CHAPTER TX.
 The Incident Of the Partly Lifted