The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-04-27
MlS CHAPTER XIV ~
The Terror i

When Broullard reached the side
walk the upper avenue was PRACTICAL,
deserted. But in the eastern residenc,
district. and well around to the north
new storm-centers were marked by tn,
Increasing number of fires Brouilarc
stopped and faced toward the distant
and invisible TimanyGnis. A chill au
tumn breeze was sweeping down from
the heights and the blockading wall OF
the great dam turned II into eddies
and dust-pillared whirls dancing in the
empty street
Young Griffith sauntered up with his
Winchester in the hollow of his arm.
Anything new7" he asked
NO" said Brouillard Il was Just
thinking that little wind would 20 a
long way tonight with these crazy
house-burners loose on the town" Then
he turned and walked rapidly to the
government headquarters. passed the
sentry at the door OF the mapping
ROOM and out OF the fireproof vault
where the drawings and blueprint
duplicates we're kept took a small tin
dispatch box.
He had opened the box and had
transferred a slip OF paper from it to
the leather-covered pocket field book
which served him for wallet, when
there was a stir at the door and Cast.
ner hurried in, looking less the clergy.
man than the Woodworking peace OF.
f1cer
hnd latf % y ar
want Gassman or Handley and twenty
or thirty good men. The mob has gone
from wrecking and burning to murder
Ing. Pegleg' John was beaten to death |
in front of his saloon few minutes
ago. 1t is working this way. There
were three fires in the plaza as came
through"
See Grislow at the commissary and
tell him ! sent you" said the chief
I'D go with you, but I'm due at the
Metropole"
Good. Then Miss Amy got word to
your ! was just about to deliver her
message"
Miss Massingale? Where is she.
and what was the messenger" demand
ed Brouillard.
Then you haven't heard? The Lit
tie Susan is In the hands OF a sheriff's
posse, and David Massingale is under
arrest on some trumped-up charge
selling ore for his individual account.
or something of that sort. Miss Amy
didn't go into particulars, but she told
me that she had heard the sheriff say
II was penitentiary offense
But where is she now" stormed
Brouillard.
Over at the hotel I supposed you
knew: you said you were going there"
Brouillard snatched up the dispatch
box and flung It into the fireproot
While he was locking the door Cashier
went in search of Grislow, and when
8rouillard faced about. another man
stood In the missionary's place by the
mapping table. II was Mr. ]. Wesley
The gray-faced promoter had lost
something OF his old-time jaunty assur- ,
nee. and be was evidently well shaken
md unnerved by the sights and sounds
u the night OF terror. The sandy-gray I,
yes advertised 1t as well as the fat :
ands. which would not keep still :
Il didn't think I'd have to ask a
avor OF you again. Brouillard, but !,
eeds must when the devil drives" he
egan, with an attempted assumption ;,
( his former manner. I'VE didn't know !,
1.-The newspapers didn't tell us any
hing about this frightful state OF af :
airs. and"
Brouillard had suddenly lost his de- n
ire to hurry
sit down, Mr. Cartwright" he said -
was just coming over to see you n
, congratulate you and Mr.. Schermer-
orn on your return to Mirapols. We !,
ave certainly missed the mayor. not -
} mention the president of the COM
ION council"
"Of course-yes," was the hurried - -
sjoinder But that's all over. You "
lid you'd get us, and you did | don't ~
ear malice. II you had given me one '"
ore day I'd have got you; the stuff -
lat would have broken your neck with al
lie Washington people was all writ W
~ ohu ittug W put Ou llS WlTtS. bul
lat's past and gone. and the next al
ling is something else. There is ag
t OF money and securities locked up tu
the Niquoia bank vault. We've come sn
clean up, and we brought few
eace officers along from Red Butte ne
IT guard. The miserable scoundrels mi
-e scared stiff; they won't stir out Of sp
lie hotel. Bongras tells me you've got an
our force organized and armed-can't OF
,u lend us fifty or a hundred huskies
} keep the mob OF while we opep that is
ank vault" he
Brouillard's black eyes snapped, and tn
le blood danced in his veins The op- DO
ortunity for which he would have bar &C
red Ormuz treasure had come to GU
begging him to use it. yo
II certainly can," he admitted, an as
Vering the eager question and empha- 1t
zing the potentiality.
But will you? that's the point. Well ph
AXE it worth your while. For Gods tn
Ike. don't say no, Brcuillard! There's oy