Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-04-09

pocket, as was his habit when the
chamois bag was there. and had discov-
cred his loss.
"My diamondr' he yelled. "It's
gone" And his face turned white as
he looked around the tense group.
Slowly comprehension came to him.
"You framed mep' he suddenly shout
ed, pointing trembling finger at Big
Ben. "You copped my diamond; then
you planted this cigarette holder so
you could"-
You're a liar"' beloved Big Ben
and sprang for his accuser.
A knife cleaned in Flub's hand, and
he slashed savagely at his onrushing
opponent. With roar of rage Big
Ben caught the descending wrist
wrested the weapon from it and plung-
ed it to the hilt in Flub's breast.
There was a piercing shrek from
the attic and n tearing of boards. The
woman. quick of mind us she was of
body, was the first to comprehend
what that might mean. She sprang to
the ladder. but as she went she cast
backward glance at the lifeless man
on the floor. There was no shudder in
her, only cold triumph.
"It's girl! She's on the roofr' cried
the woman as she gained the attic.
Lean Jake was the first out of the
door. and Big Ben just after him.
They rounded the corner of the hut
just in time to see June jump from
the roof and dart for her boat 1t was
the woman who caught her.
"Let me go" implored June. II
won't tell"
Those last three words would seal
her fate in the mind of any murderous
thief. Big Ben had caught her roughly
by the arm, and now he looked in
quiringly at the others.
Drown her." advised Lean Jake.
who was more full of fear than q thief
should be. "She knows too much"
All three of them looked at the wa
ter. 1t spread Ear into the marshes,
and it held its secrets we'll and long.
without a work Big Ben swung June
up in his arms and started with her to
the waters edge. while she uttered
shrek upon shrek.
A shot and then another answered
June's piercing shrieks, and down the
channel from the inlet swiftly sped the
little cutter, with Orin Cunningham at
the wheel, revolver in hand.
"Hands up" yelled strong voice,
and another shot startled the air of the
marshes. Gilbert Blye! he stood up
in his racer, and over the wheel bent
heavy Edwards, his eyes narrowed and
his thick lips firmly set.
Big Ben had dropped June at the
first shot and had reached for his re-
volver. Lean Jake had dropped dat
on the ground behind n bowlder, but
before Big Ben could return the fire of
the oncoming boats from the Hilarity
he was confused by shot from an
other quarter, and through the reeds
steel gray motorboat, in which stood a
tall man with a soft hat and loosely
knotted cravat.
A stranger! And he was nearer to
the helpless June than her pursuers
from the Hilarity! She ran toward
him like deer, and as his driver drew
close inshore June sprang into the
boat.
Hurry" she cried. "Please hurry!"
The man, evidently an artist, from
the canvases and folding easel in his
boat. followed her terrified gaze as she
glanced back, her terror divided be-
tween the murderers on the island and
the men in the boats. The artist lower
ed June to q seat beside him, and. with
a word to the driver they darted away
toward the channel. A shot whizzed
over their heads as they started. and
shot after shot resounded from the up-
per channel.
The man with the white mustache
paid no attention to Big Ben as he
steered his swift little cutter around
the island and struck into the lower
channel after the artist and the beauti-
full young girl who had escaped from
the attic. Nor did the man with the
black Vandyke waste any time upon
the astonished thieves as his boat, too,
whizzed around the curve. Lean Jake
raised up from behind his bowlder as
the boat shot by, and the three-Babe.
Big Ben and Jake--looked at each
other in bewilderment. Another boat
came swishing down past the island.
1t was driven by blazing eyed little
chauffeur with Il tiny mustaohe, and he
was shouting ut the top of his voice.
Behind him sat stitiiy woman with
high cheek bones and wilderness of
gums, and she. too, was shouting:
"Voila. VOLTA. VoiIar'
Another boat! In 1t were two men
and woman. the driver plump faced
little man with deep concern upon his
brow, the woman hysterical and the
other man with his teeth and fists
clinched
For ten minutes Babe and Big Ben
and Lean Jake stood there in dumb
stupefaction. waiting for another boat
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