The evening world., 1915-02-12

Just about the time they're all won.
dering II I've dropped dead. And I'll
20 ever that starting line inside OF
two seconds. one way or the other. o.
the time their starting cannon shoots
on. That'll give 'em something TO
talk about when I'm gone!"
Inyoluntarily q little sigh OF relief
left Robert Pollard. The Snake. high
keyed this morning. noted the sigh
and mentioned 1t when they had left
the table. He brought from Mr.. Pol
lard the frst really brilliant smile Of
the morning.
'That blasted old fools habit Of
doing the spectacular thing is what's
going 10 make US all rich. Jim!" he
nervous and slide out to the boat
early after an"
"Dut"-
80 you Just rustic that car around
and we'll md the comfortable spot" !"
added Mr.. Pollard.
Il Was all beyond the Snake-just
a. q was all beyond William Ryan.
. He obeyed: and with his leader wav-
Ing an anectionate farewell to Capt.
Velvet. on the veranda. sent the car
down the drive and out OF sight of
the house.
Lost for the time In q mase Of
speculation, the Snake found himself
suddenly, for Mr.. Pollard's fingers
had settled on his shoulder. and the
lately smiling face that appeared
over the same shoulder was drawn
into tense white lines.
~You dig straight for the village.
Look for sign that says Parker
Boats to Lett and go down that alley
to the end OF the dock"
..ouick!" said afr. Pollard.
Hello, Ike!" the Spanish Brute
called Unexpectedly as he half rose
and waved q large hand.
what the devil are you doing?"
their leader snapped.
Smith, stammsrsd william Ryan.
Hes Just going down toward the
water through that field. See him?"
"Yes. and Harry Fisher. tho green
goods man. Is with him!" the Snake
cried. squirting across their own
terstwhile) property and to the fieid
beyond.
Mr.. Pollard. shading his eyes.
gaspsd and sat down. Beyond the
wall half q dosen hands waved to
them. and their owners hurried on.
"Yss. and that red headed Bowers
and little Joe Levy are with them!"
he contributed, getting breathless.
rwhy-thsy'Ts Why ,: the leaders of the Tin
The Snake. too. had risen and con-
trived n field glass with his closed
hands. raking the far. shady side OF
the distant fisld.
There's a regular chowder-p party
parade Of Tin-Dippers over beyond"'
he cried. What in blaxes are they
doing up here?"
tAn
Robby," put in the Spanish Brute
hastily, II don't scare easy, but
don't want to mix up anything with
that Tin-Dippe- crowd. Every poor
guy they've ever started to get-they
got! Now. If
Mr.. Pollard shook himself together
with an effort.
They've nothing to do with us!''
he snapped. Go on there, Snake!'
Into tho brilliant road they went
then, and down II toward the little
village a mile or moro away.
Carriages passed them. and cars
and men on prancing saddle horses
coming from q distance and heading
for the country club and Its yach,
club annex. Superbly dressed people
bowed to Robert Pollard. and Mr.. Pol
lard. bowling In return. had all but re-
gained his composure when tho caI
slowed down and James Evans cried
! delightedly:
Hey. Tony!"
well, win you look at Tony Spi-
I dslio!" vociferated the Spanish Brute
and q little. dark. slender. harmless.
} appearing person, tastefully dressed
/ and showing his white teeth. came
out OF ths dust and stood before them
! Cautiously hs glanced up and down
The ScaA before hts euick-"Is II
! s1QAt, boysr h
N.s-vsry much IN right. Tony"
. said Mr.. Pollard. and his smile 'was