Payette enterprise. (Payette, Canyon Co., Idaho) 1909-1935, 1916-09-14

| ly, FOR 1t is the key to the hiding
place of the Van Horn loot, which LIE
gar must have cached when we haC
him on the run. 1t gives Wrenney's
Oak as a starting place, and here are
the directions for pacing off the dis
tances to where the plate is con
cealed."
Captain Bracket, now rehabilitat
ed in his customary dignity, reached
out an authoritative hand for the
paper and studied it intently for q
moment.
Anyone could see that" he an
| swered slightingly, land we've got to
| get out to Wrenney's Oak in hurry
If we're goin' to beat the Iron Claw
| and his pirates to that sack of loot. -
With his usual buoyant spirits de-
| cidedly crushed, David Manley stood
on the broad veranda and watched
| the little party embark in a racing
| motorboat, which carried them swift
ly over the limpid waters, leaving a
long trail of foam in it's wake For a
brief space Davy stared irresolutely out
over the lake, then a look of sudden
determination flashed into his face,
and few minutes later he was at the
helm of the speedy Arrow" skim
ming over the surface of that lake as
lightly as swallow on the wing.
He landed short distance below
the deserted craft of his employer and
made his way through the moss-caG
peted woods toward Wrenney's Oak
as silently as in aboriginal. AS he
approached that hoary veteran of the
forest, he saw under its wide-fung
branches the golden-haired object of
his quest
The giant oak had implanted its
sturdy roots deep in the soil on the
edge of precipitous ravine, and as
Davy's eyes travelled up the steep hill
side which abruptly flanked the mar
row path skirting this ravine his face
suddenly went white with fearsome ap-
prehension.
Peering out of o tangled thicket
was the deep-seared face of Jules Lee
gar. That face was as repellant in
it's beastlike ferocity as must have
been the hideously painted savages
who once roamed these forest glades,
bent on murder and destruction. I'm
conscious of the presence of this Turk
ing foe, the stalwart police captain
was solemnly pacing off certain dis
tances, guided by slip of white pa
per which he held in his hand
Standing near by and completely
absorbed in these awkward maneuvers
was the graceful figure Of Margery
Golden, her stoop father
close beside her.
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 stuff is in the ground
now he's starting to dig right in
front of the cave-that sews up Louie
good and tight-we1l have to do some
thing and do it quick"
IF you want to put the hbosh on
that bunch buttin' into our business,
l know how to do it," said Frank.
THAT big rock we seen up the hill
don't need much of a shove to send
1t goin' down like thunder let loose,
an it's headed just about right to |
smash that whole outfit off the ledge
into the gully"
Davy saw the two rapidly moving
figures climbing up toward a massive I
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 1t vibrating on
its precarious balance. He saw Le-
gar and Dutch Frank place their shout
ders against that granite bowlder.
Davy knew that in a few seconds
that revolving bulk of solid granite
would acquire velocity which would
send 1t tearing past him like q shot out
Of gun. He raced down the hillside
and put his last ounce of strength
into flying leap which landed him
close to Margery Golden and her star
lied companions.
He dived against the wondering eyed
girl as groggy football player might
weakly hurl himself against the op-
posing line, and the sheer impact of
lis weight sent them both sprawling
several yards up the trail which Dor
Tered the ravine. Even as Enoch
Golden and Captain Bracket rushed
% lay hands on Margery's supposed
the flying mass of rock thun-
Tered across the space where they all
lad been standing but the second be-
ore, and sweeping every obstacle out
If it's path, went crashing and rever-
,erating into the depths of the yawn-
ng chasm far below.
1t was the hardy police otacer, In