The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1915-07-10

Griswold Knew That the LeveIed Pts
tol Meant Surrender or Death.
reins topped 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 a swift glance
oVo- his shoulder before hs veRtured
to answer
Don't yez be timptin' a poor man
wild wife an swim childer hangin' to
um-doH't yez do Il. SORT
Griswold. the brother.keeplng would
have thought twice before opening
any door OF temptation for brother
man But the new GriswoId had no
computations Wa
Its two hundred dollars to you II
you can get me away from here be-
fore that red-faced drunkard comes
back, Have a runaway-anythins
Here's the money" 4
For single timorous Instant the
oabman hesitated. Then he took she
roll OF money and crsmmed II into his
pocket without looking At Il, Before
Grlswold could brace himself there
was q 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 relns and shouting feebly likes
fainthearted Automedon. (.
+ Griswold caught a passing glimpse
OF the reduced man wiping his lips
In the doorway OF the saloon as the
carriage bounded forward: aud when
the critical instant came. he was care
full TO fall out on the riYerward side
OF the vehicle. II was a desperate ex-
pedient, since ne could not wait TO
handouts made him practically help
less. Chance saved the clumsy escape
from resulting in speedy recapture.
when he tumbled out OF the lurchlng
carriage he was hurled violently
against something that figured as
wall OF solid masonry and was half
stunned by the eoncussion. 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 yelling mob. swept past
without discovering him.
"A a
up and felt for broken bones. There
were none and he looked about him.
The wall OF masonry resolved itself
into "a cargo OF brick piled on the
levee side OF the street. and obeylng
the primary impulse OF fugitive. he
quickly put the sheItering bulk OF It
between himself and the lighted thor
oughfare.
The neat step had to be resolateiy
thought out. How was he to get rid
OF the handouts! Any policeman
would have key. and there were
doubtless plenty OF locksmiths In 81.
Louis. hut both OF these sources OF
assistance were out OF the question.
Whom, thenl Tho answer came In
one word-McGrath. On a day when
the upriver voyage was no more than
fairly begun. one OF the negroes In the
crew had procured a bottle OF bad
whisky. To paclsy him the mate had
put him IN irons. using two pairs OF
handouts for the purpose. Therefore.
McGrath must have key.
But would McGrath do IT. That re-
NAMED to be seen; and since hesita-
ton was no part OF Griswold's equip
ment. he covered the letters as well
as he could with scrap OF bagging.
and walked boldly down the levee and
aboard the Belle Julie. falling into line
with the returning fle OF roustabouts
The mate was at the heel OF the
foot plank. and he saw al once what
the scrap OF sacking was meant to
hide.
Hello. there, GavItt!" he called. not
less xrufny than OF yore. but without
the customary imprecation: what are
ye doing with thin things ont"
Griswold told straight story, con
oesling nothing--not even the detec-
ti,s's refusal to tell him what he Was
arrested for.
"Ye'd ought to nnd that cabby and
buy him a sesgysr." was the mates
comment 80 ys legged II. did YET"
Iir led the .wsy se.4io HIS apsders