The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-03-28
ELEVENTH EPISODE. In the Clutch of the River Thieves.
CHAPTER l,

CHAPTER |. -HERE was a wild changing of bells the
 yacht Hiarty the sun pushed its scar
 let rim up into the edge of dawn. At the
 foot of the landing stairs beautiful June Warner, her big, lustrous eyes widened in terror had cast off the swift little motor tender and the dark handsome face of the black Vandyked man, peering over the deck rail, distorted with rage He shouted again his impatient commands to the officer on the quarterback.
 Sleepy sailors were deck now fumbing with the davits each side. From one swung a little covered cutter and from the other long, narrow racer Blye sprang to the sailors lowering the racer.
 On the dock as the sun pushed its scarlet rim up into the edge of the dawn stood the well known and justly famous private detective Bill Wolf, his short thick body stiff with the chill of the long night, and by him stood overcoat and cap. Bill Wof's round face and the visor of the cap were turned toward the river, where in midstream streaked the speedy little motorboat Flash, which had been stolen from that dock while the overcoat and cap peacefully sumbered. In the boat at the wheel sat a natty little figure with chauffeurs cap and tiny mus tache Upon his face was beatifie smile, and his eyes sparked and snapped with the exhilaration of this divine moment. Behind him sat, stiff as ram rod, a woman with high cheek bones and an express sion of grimly patient determination on her lips.
 voila, Mile Marier' cried the little chauffeur as he cut a long, graceful between two slow moving barges. Did not say we would swish"
  could enunciate
 "voila," she hoarsely uttered "voila Henriw For only a moment the well known and justly fla nous private detective Bill Wolf looked after the swiftly swishing Henri then he turned and pound ed up the dock, racing for the nearest telephone. First of all he called the Eagle Eye Detective agen cy and secured report from its wireless depart ment then he reused out of sumber sharp faced, long nosed woman with high arched brows, who caught up her bedside telephone with instant alert in her beady eyes.
 Well, got himv' came the hoarse voice of Bill Wolf. He's on board the yacht Harty, and, say, with the grill"
 Immediately Honoria moved very swiftly
 The sleepy eyed steward stepped out upon the deck of the Hilarity with his uniform jacket but toned askew.
 Beg your pardon sir" he said Don't lower the boats for moment"
 "WhatY shouted Gilbert Bye
 "The gasoline, sir It did not arrive until an hour ago."
 And there's no gasoline in these tanksw roared big T. F. Edwards pushing forward. No, sir
 You internal idiot!" yelled Orin Cunningham. Lower those boatsw shouted Gilbert Blye. "Wil- kins, get downstairs. You can fill those boats in the water" And he looked out the waves The escaping beauty rounding the point. In the pretty apartments which Ned and June Warner had fitted up to be their nest Ned rose from the couch where he had fallen asleep with the min  ing voice of Honoria.
 Well, we've located your darling" And there was shrill cackle. "Shes on board the Hiarity with my husband. And the yacht is anchored out side the bay. Good morning
 Ned wasted no time. Robbie Bethering had stanch little boat, and Robbie routed out of bed immediately yawning and wondering why the world could never be at peace But he ready, though it took his agitated wife, Iris seven minutes to make him comprehend that the Hilarity boat. She had to suppress all her ebullient emotions to do it, but she relieved herself somewhat by telephoning Junes mother and father at their beautiful home in Brynport.
 As the sun pushed it's scarlet rim up into the edge of the dawn and stared in pleased surprise at the beautiful girl who speeding toward the marshy shore low, gray skiff with portable motor at tached to its stern skipped in and out of the dmness among the black hulls at the rivers edge. In the skiff were three rough looking men and roughly dressed woman, who sat huddled in the bow. All four silent. but their furtive eyes roved con stantly every vessel around which they crept. In the bottom of the boat were huge bundle of celery and a loosely piled tarpaulin.
 Suddenly the woman leaned forward and touched the nearest man on the knee. He was big, raw boned man with bronzed face and deep scar on his chin The woman pointed and the turned his evil eyes in that direction Surrounded by black coal barges was . shining houseboat with brass rails, mahogany cabin and all the fittings and ap- pointments which extravaganza could devise The man at the stern lean, wiry fellow with a hooked nose and lean jaw which ended in a big knob each cheek. slowed down the engine until it was noiseless. They completely circIed the two adjoining docks before they came back to the slip where coal barges lay; then the skin glided in be- meath the overhang of the barges, and the biz man with the scar on his chin knocked on the hull. No noise from within. The man picked up club and pounded. No stirring.