The Green Forest tribune., 1915-05-14

Quest drew a sigh of relief.
 That's mine, right enough" he de clared. Now for the men,
 Say, I want to tell you some thing" the sheriff began dubiously. These two are real thugs. They aint going to take it lying down."
 Where are they?' Quest de- handed
 'In the worst saloon here" the sher- if replied. They've been there pret- ty well all night, drinking, and they're there again this morning, hard at it. They've got firearms, and though ain't exactly a nervous man, Mr. Quest"
 You leave it to me-" Quest inter- rupted. This is my job and I want l to take the men myself"
 You'll never do it. the sheriff de- clared.
 Look here" Quest explained, Eff l let you and your men go in, there will be a free fight, and as likely as not you will kill one, if not both of the men. I want them alive"
 Well, it's your show" the sheriff admitted, stopping before a disrepu- table looking building. This is the saloon"
 Well" Quest decided, I'm going in, and I'm going in unarmed. You can bring your men in later, if I call for help or if you hear any shoot ing"
 You're asking for trouble" the sheriff warned him.
 I've got to do this my own way" Quest insisted. Stand by now"
 He pushed open the door of the sa- loon. There were dozen men drink ing around the bar and in the cen ter of them Red Gallagher and his mate. Quest walked right up to the two men.
 Gallagher" he said, you're my prisoner. Are you coming quietly?"
 Gallagher's mate, who was half drunk, swung round and fired wild shot in Quests direction. The result was a general stampede. Red Gala gher alone remained motionless Grim and dangerously silent, he held pis- tol within a few inches of Quests forehead.
 'If my numbers up,' he exclaimed ferociously, ''it won't be you to take me"
 q think it will" Quest answered. "Put that away"
 Co11a obor Onoc+,e ;,,d dY, ence over him was indomitable.
 Put it away" Quest repeated firm ly. You know you daren't use it. Your accounts pretty full up, as it is.'
 Gallagher's hand wayered. From out side came the shouts of the sheriff and his men, struggling to fight their way in through the little crowd who were rushing for safety. Suddenly Quest backed, jerked the pistol up with his right elbow, and with almost the same movement struck Red Gallagher un- der the jaw. The man went over with crash. His mate, who had been staggering about, cursing vicious ly, fired another wild shot at Quest, who swayed and fell forward.
 "Ive done him!" the man shouted. Get up, Red! I've done him, all right! Finish your drink. We'll get out of this!"
 He bent unsteadily over Quest. Sud denly the latter sprang up, seized him by the leg and sent him sprawling. The gun fell from his hand Quest picked it up and held it firmly out, cov- ering both men. Gallagher was on his knees, groping for his own weapon.
 Get the handcuffs on them" Quest | directed the sheriff, who with his men had at last succeeded in forcing his way into the saloon.
 
 l Crouching in her chair, her pale, terror-stricken face supported be- | tween her hands, Lenora, her eyes filled with hopeless misery, gazed at the dumb instrument upon the table. Her last gleam of hope seemed to be passing. Her little friend was silent Once more her weary fingers spelled out a final, despairing message.
 What has happened to you? I am waiting to hear all the time. Has Craig told you where I am? I am afraid!"
 There was still no reply. Her heat sank a little lower on her folded arms. Even the luxury of tears seemed denied her. Fear, the fear which dwelt with her day and night, had her ir it's grip. Suddenly she leaped, scream ing, from her place. Splinters o1 glass fell all around her. Her first wild thought was of release; she gazed upwards at the broken pane Then very faintly from the street be low she heard the shout of boys angry voice:
 You've done it now, Jimmy! You're a fine pitcher, ain't you? Lost it that's what you've gone and done!