The Washington times., 1916-08-06

sound of body turning restlessiy about.
His attention wandered for a moment to
a puzzled question as to the man In the
basement. What was his condition?
Jimmy Finds Another Gun.
Then Mr.. Barton returned to the
business at hand. He ordered Sam to
turn about and with the gun already in
his possession pressed between the
thiefs shoulderblades, Jimmy searched
his captive's hip pocket. A second later
he stood holding gun In each hand und
rejecting whimsically that there didn't
had learned out West from friendly
Indian-shooting with both hands stimuli
taneously.
Mother Defarge was still crouched
n IN her corner watching with eyii hxity
Her perverted mind was working auto
matically-she knew the heavy penalty
which would overtake an escaped con-
Wet IL he were caught again in a crime
Of the very type which had earned him
his previous sentence She did not pro-
pose that Sam should be taken again.
Jimmy was intent on the man before
him. Mother Defarge's moment had
come: She raised her can and swung
force her skinny arm Nd not presaged.
Under the impact OF the blow the glass
chimney Of the lamp shivered to atoms
and heavy black darkness mantled the
room.
Automatically both of Jimmy's trig-
ger fingers worked. Two shots rang
out-and two spurts Of fire pierced the
black. But neither or them found a
human mark. Sam had ieaped through
the window and dragged his mother
after him.
A Sound in the Basement.
A second later Jimmy struck a match
and lighted the candle his mind had
noted when Sam put It down. He
stood in the dim light waiting-it never
occurred to him that his opponent had
gotten away leaving him master of the
situation. But a moment later a sound
from the basement claimed his atten-
ton. He listened-and the sound re-
Candle In hand. he went down into
the ugly black damp Of that sinister
cellarway. over In one corner lay a
figure prone-and struggling. The can
revealing the missing Waterman. There
was no doubt about it-this was the
original Of the photograph Jimmy had
noted first In Its place of honor on
Mary Ryan's mentlepiece.
I'm Jimmy Barton. Of the Journal"
said that redoubtable youth, ''and
you're George McCabe. The chap who
looks like you got away-but his con-
federates don't know II yet. Would you
SNOW the house where the girl lured
you"
McCabe Is Astonished.
McCabe gasped. His mind had never
been trained In the school of news
paperdom--it could not work as fast
as Jimmy's. For that matter. 1t could
not even pretend to follow Jimmy's.
But he had a pleasing Rrin-wtde and
frank and friendly. you're Barton of
the Journal-I got that much all right.
Now give us the rest Of It again. will
me-"
Jimmy repeated his sketchy little
story and threw In few details for
"oh. yes, / know the house. I'll
Monty taxi'll take u.s."
1t was rather lucky for Mary and
me that Jimmy had kept that taxi.
through the door of Doctor" Schulzs's
like a human catapult I decided that the
end of my brief stay on earth had
come. Jimmy lost no time In seizlng
the boiling retort and hurting It out Of
the window.
He rushed over to the windows and
flung them wide. letting In a flood Of
clean. blessed air bearing the pleasantly
familiar Bronx odor Of boiling cabbage
and frying onions. They seemed like the
perfumes Of Araby after the noxious
fumes of that retort.
Some Sort Of q Fight.
Vaguely knew that there had been
some sort Of a fight In the outer rooms.
/ heard shots and shouts-but they had
meant nothing more to me.
When Jimmy told US the story Of his
adventures later DOWN. at. the Journal I
appear at the opportunte moment Just
| after he had discovered and freed
George they rushed out from the De-
FARCE hut and leaped into the waiting
| taxi.
They whirlei over to the building
where Mory and ! were captvc-though
! both OF them were tempted to stop at
the Ryan home and reassurc US as to