Durant weekly news. (Durant, Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 190?-1944, 1915-04-02

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twisted the coil, stood bacl, near the
door and then pressed the button. The
result was extraordinary. The whole
OF the far wall was blown out and for
some distance in front the ground
was furrowed up by the explosion.
Quest replaced the instrument in his
pocket. sprang through the opening
and ran for the tower house. Behind
him on its way to New York he could
see a freight train coming along. He
could hear. too, Red Gallagher's roar
of anger. II was less than fifty yards.
yet as soon as he reached the shelter
of the tower the thunder of the freight
sounded in Quests ears. He glanced
around. Red Gallagher and his mate
were racing almost side by side to-
wards him. He rushed up the narrow
stairs into the signal room, tearing
open his coat to show his official badge.
stop the freight" he shouted to the
/ operator. Quick. I'm Sanford Quest,
detective-special powers from the
| chief commissioner"
The man moved to the signal. An
other voice thundered in his ears He
turned swiftly around, The Irishman's
red mead had appeared at the top of
the staircase.
Drop that signal or I'll blow you
into bits" he shouted.
The operator hesitated. dazed
Walk towards me-" Gallagher
shouted. Look here, you guy, this
will show you whether I'm In earnest
or mott"
A bullet passed within a few inches
of the operators head. He came slow
ly across the room. Below they could
hear the roar of the freight
This amt your job" the Irishman
continued savagely. I'VE want the
cop, and we're going to have him."
Quest had stolen a yard or two
nearer during this brief colloquy. Gal
lagher's mate from behind shouted out
warning Just second too late. With
sudden kick, Quest sent the re-
volver flying across the room and be-
fore the Irishman could recover he
struck him full in the face. Notwith-
standing his huge size and strength,
Gallagher reeled. The operator who
had just begun 90 realize what was
happening flung himself bodily against
the two thugs. A shot from the tan
gled mass of struggling limbs whis-
tied past Quests head as lie sprang
to the window which overlooked the
track. The freight had already almost
passed. Quest steadied himself for a
supreme effort, crawled out on the lit
tie steel bridge and poised himself for
a moment The last car was just be-
| meath The gap between 1t and the
previous one was slipping by. He set
his teeth and jumped on the smooth
top.
Back behind the tower Red Gala
CHER and his mate bent with Mortified
faces over the body of the signalman.
"Whst the hell did you want to plug
him for?" the latter muttered. He
amt in the show at all. You've done
us, Red, he's cooked"
Red Gallagher staggered TO his feet,
Already the horror of the murderer
was in his face as he glanced furtive-
/ ly around.
81 never meant to drop him." he
muttered 81 got mad at seeing Quest
get off. That mans a devil"
what are we going to do?" the
other demanded hoarsely
There's the auto" Gallagher shout
ed. Come on, old man! can fix
the wheel II we've got to swing for
this job Wen have something of our
own back first"
They crawled to the side of the
road Gallagher's rough, hairy fingers
were still trembling, but they knew
their COB. In a few minutes the wheel
was fixed. Clumsily but successfully,
| the great Irishman turned the car
around away from the city.
"She's a hummer" he muttered. "Tll
make her go when we get the hang of
1t. Sit tight"
They drove clumsily off, gathering
speed at every yard. Behind, in the
shadow of the tower, the signalman
lay dead. Quest, half way to New
York. stretched fiat on his stomach,
was struggling for life with knees and
hands and feet.