The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-08-05

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angrily
What the devil are you afraid OF?
He's got the clamps on, and couldn't
hurt you II he wanted to. Come down
herei"
The little Irishman clambered down
from his box reluctantly. with the
reins looped over his arm. When he
peered in at the open window OF the
carriage the big man had passed be-
yond the swinging screens OF the sa-
loon entrance and Griswold seized his
opportunity quickly.
What's your job worth, my man"
he whispered
The cabman snatched swift glance
over his shoulder before he yentured
to answer.
Don't yez be timptin poor man
wild wife an sivin childer hangin' to
um-dont yez do II, sorr!"
Griswold, the brother-keeping, would
have thought twice before opening
any door OF temptation for brother
man. But the new Griswold had no
compunctions.
Its two hundred dollars to you II
you can get me eway from here be-
fore that red.faced drunkard comes
back Have q runaway-anything!
Here's the money!"
For a single timorous instant the
cabman hesitated. Then he took the
roll of money and crammed It into his
pocket without looking at it. Before
Grlswold could brace himself there
was a quick whish of the whip, pip
ing cry from the driver, and the
horses sprang away at reckless gal
lop with the little Irishman hanging
to the reins and shouting feebly like a
faint-hearted Automedon.
Griswold caught passing glimpse
OF the red-faced man wiping his lips
in the doorway of the saloon as the
carriage bounded forward; and when
the critical instant came, he was care
full to fall out on the riverward side
of the vehicle. II was desperate ex-
pedient, since he could not wait to
choose the favorable moment, and the
handouts made him practically help
less. Chance saved the clumsy escape
from resulting in a speedy recapture.
When he tumbled out of the lurching
carriage he was hurled violently
oagainst something that figured as a
wall of solid masonry and was half
stunned by the concussion. None the
less, he had wit enough to lie motion
less in the shadow of the wall, and
the hue and cry. augmented by this
time to a yelling mob, swept past
without discovering him.
When it was safe to do so, he sat
up and felt for broken bones. There
we're none; and he looked about him
The wall of masonry resolved itself
into a cargo OF brick piled on the
leyee side OF the street, and obeying
the primary impulse of fugitive, he
quickly put the sheltering bulk of II
between himself and the lighted thor
oughiare.
The next step had to be resolutely
thought out. How was he TO get rid
of the handouts? Any policeman
would have key, and there were
doubtless plenty of locksmiths in st
Louis. But both of these sources OF
assistance we're out of the question
Whom, then? The answer came In
one word-McGrath. On day wher
the upriver voyage was no more thar
fairly begun, one of the negroes in the
crew had procured a bottle of bad
whisky. To pacify him the mate has
put him in irons, using two pairs oi
handouts for the purpose. Therefore
McGrath must have key.
But would McGrath do it? That re
hained to be seen; and since hesita
ton was no part OF Griswold's equip
ment, he covered the fetters as vel
as he could with scrap of bagging
and walked boldly down the levee ant
aboard the Belle Julie, falling into line
with the returning file OF roustabouts
The mate was at the heel of the
foot plank and he saw at once wha
the scrap of sacking was meant tC
hide.
Hello, there, Gavitt!" he called, mo-
less grufily than of yore, but without
the customary imprecation; what are
ye doing with thin things on?"
Griswold told a straight story, con
cealing nothing-hot even the detec
tive's refusal to tell him what he wa'
arrested for.
"Ye'd ought to find that cabby ant
buy him a seegyar," was the mate!
comment. $50 ye legged it, did ye?'
He led the way up to his quarters
in the texas, and telling Griswold t
wait went down on his knees to rum
mage in the locker beneath the berth
"I've got a couple O. pair av thin
things in here, somewhere, and maybe
the key to 'em will fit yours?"
(To BE coNTINUED)
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