The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1916-06-18

vers was the graceful figure of Mar
CORY Golden, her stoop-shouldered
father close beside her. Despite the
curt manner in which she had treated
him, Davy quietly determined no
harm should befall that proud-spir-
tied girl while II lay in his power to
prevent it.
He saw that as far as numbers
went they were evenly matched, for
with Legar was blond gangster
whom he addressed as Dutch Frank
and that squirting malefactor known
as One-Lamp Louie. Then he heard
the sounds OF hasty conference.
That dough faced cop Is going to
find the stuff pretty quick II we don't
get busy" came Legar's voice In
sibilant half-whisper. IF we do any
shooting We'll start up that gang of
dagoes working on the railroad. One
OF you will have to pussy foot 1t down
there and make dash with the
swag. With only the old man and
the girl and that half-witted bull It
ought to be as easy as stealing candy
from kid"
All right. gov'nor; / guess / can
pull off that job" Davy heard the
one-eyed gunman reply.
He saw the hulking One-Lamp
Louie cautiously descending the hill,
stealing from cover to cover as he
drew nearer the figures under the
branches of Wrenney's Oak. With a
little start OF. surprise he saw him
suddenly disappear from sight. as
though the earth had swallowed him,
and then he realized the hiding place
Of the stolen Van Horn plate must
be cave. in whose dark recesses
One-Lamp Louie was now undoubt-
edly watching his chance to make q
getaway with the plumber.
A rasping oath from Legar warned
Davy that something had gone amiss
with that worthy's plans.
The cops stumbled on the right
place by accident" growled the angry
voice from behind the bushes: the
fool thinks the stun Is In the ground
now he's starting to dig right in
front OF the cave-that sews up Louie
good and tight-well have to do
something and do 1t quick"
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IF you want to put the kibosh on
that bunch buttin' into our bust
ness, know how to do it," he an
nounced. That big rock we seen
up the hill don't need much OF a shove
to send it goin' down like all hell let
loose, an its headed just about right
to smash that whole outfit OF the
ledge into the gully"
You've hit 1t, Dutch" Legar jubi-
lantly replied. that bowlder win 20
down like q runaway freight. When
1t gets started they'll never know
what hit them"
Davy saw the two rapidly moving
figures climbing UP toward a massive
bowlder. which by one Of those odd
whims Of nature hung so lightly
poised on the hillside that the hand
OF a child might have set it vibrating
on its precarious balance. He saw
Legar and Dutch Frank place their
shoulders against that granite
bowlder. which commenced to PEN
dulum slowly back and forth under
the pressure Of their united efforts.
He knew that in a few seconds that
revolving bulk OF solid granite would
acquire a velocity which would send
1t tearing past him like shot out
OF gun. He put his last ounce of
strength into that flying leap khich
landed him close to Margory Golden
and her startled companions.
He dove against the wondering-ey
girl as groggy football player might
weakly hurl himself against the OPP
posing line, and the sheer impact
OF his weight sent them both sprawl
ing several yards UP the trail which
bordered the ravine. Even as Enoch
Golden and Captain Bracket rushed
to lay hands on Margory's supposed
assailant the flying mass OF rock
Numbered across the space where
they all had been standing. but the
second before, and sweeping every
obstacle out Of its path. went crash
Ing and reverberating into the depths
OF tho yawning chasm far below.
II was the hardy police ofncer, In
ured to the shock and tumult Of con-
iiict by tho experience of many years.