The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1916-03-19

another they sank into dreaniess
stupor.
It was then. and only then, that
Margory dared to move. She studi-
ously stared at that uncouth COM
pany Of sleepers. Then. no longer
watching them, but with her eyes on
the door through which their look
out might at any moment appear. she
CROPPED her way TO the side Of the
barrel There she felt about the
biackened oak barrel top for the hid
den spring. A gasp of relief escaped
her lips as she found II. The cover
ing fell back on its concealed hinge.
and floating beside 1t she found a
white pine shaving on which was
written:
Turn barrel and empty II. Then
get in and replace cover. All will be
WE'LL
The stickup so covertiy yet dis
consoiateiy watching for any suspi-
cious approach to Legan's watergate
quarters was astonished, q few
minutes later. to behold the white
whiskered old man In the bottle
green coat once more drive up to the
door of the Owls nest.
HI. you. gimme a hand with this
bar'l!" that bewhiskered driver COM
manded.
What have you got this timer"
inquired the Waterman.
II was bonehead enough to leave
the wrong cask with the chief! Stung
him with thirty gallons of cooking
sherry that's about one-half wood
alcohol"
And what's that7" demanded the
lookout, with enyious eyes on the
cask.
This is the real stuff That raw
dope's for Doolan's election work
ers!"
And the bunch already soused wit
It'll" commented the even moro envt-
GUS stickup, as he helped roll the sec
ond barrel into Legar's inner quar-
tiers.
Slowly the two men carried out the
barrel and lifted 1t to the wagon.
Then the driver climbed aboard.
1t was not until that driver was
well away from the waterfront. and
had rounded many corner, that he
ventured to pull up and tap on the
oak slaves beside him.
'.lt's all righti' he called out as
he felt about the r, h oak and
found the hidden spring. Just hold
steady now, and Til help you out"
The Race for Freedom.
Those two worthless known ~ Old
Ell and Oyster Joe had. in their time.
struggled with many knots. But
never had they worked harder than
over the knots Of the mystertous
stranger who had left them trussso
and bound to tho beams Of their own
sail loft. They worked until tnen
muscles ached and their lips druled.
But every effort seemed fruitiee9
They might, indeed, have remained
gurgling and writhing there like TWO
tethered copperheads while the care
less tides rose and fell ABOUT them
had not one Scupulo visited Coney
Island in his dilapidated car OF an
cient vintage, and having there con-
ferred with q lush dip In hiding from
the fatties of Manhattan. decided to
circle homeward by way OF oyster
Joe's, In hope Of that refresnmens
which had moro than once cheereo
him on his dusty journeys.
Instead OF finding refreshment,
however, he unearthed two ferocious-
eyed and dry-throated captives, who,
when about to be released. danced
and gesticulated incoherently about
their habitation. Then. when speech
had returned to them, the visit Of the
mysterious stranger was explained
and the necessity Of getting in toucl,
with Legar made plain.
It was not long, accordingly. before
three men and car naively missing
ON one cylinder went coughing inland