Bisbee daily review., 1916-10-08

haps due to the haste with which h
 had to make off with his prisoners. H
 was blinking cautiously about. |
 make sure the coast was clear, vhel
 a voice startlingly close to his owl
 Portly carcass called out with a sud
 den warning:
 Look out for the Iron Claw"
 Flows dat?' was the answerini cry of the tingling Rastus.
 Look out for the Iron Claw" re
 oeated the voice so close behind him
 'Wha-what iron claw?" demanded
 the sweating Rastus.
 I'll get you,' announced the bode full voice behind him. And at tha | threat utter and unreasoning panic 1 seized the terrified Rastus, who, witl throaty below of agony, charged across newly-dug garden and bound
 ed like a rotund jackrabbit down ( moonlit alley bordered with shadowy fences.
 At the end of this alley Rastu: plunged through a narrow gate, and charged bodily into the peaceful beer garden belonging to the roadhouse oi one Antonio Dibello, where sat four men in quiet conference about one oi the little iron tables well out of pub lc ken.
 These men showed prompt resent
 lent at this unheralded interruption to their talk. But as the parrot, with its head thrust through hole in the gunnysack, repeated it's shrill cry of Look out for the Iron Claw" these men rose in a body to their feet Their leader, who in even the dim light from the garden lamps showed himself to be a one-armed man with strangely-scarred face, sprang for the terrified negro. Rastus, however was in no mood for either interruption or argument He merely emitted g whoop of reawakened terror and head. ed for home.
 There he burst in upon the astound ed Jemima and collapsed with 8 quavering groan of exhaustion. But be. fore Jemima could either understand the nature of his ailment or investi gate the contents of his gunnysack, 8 second and even more violent irrup tion took place. Legar and his men dragged the quaking and gasping Ras tus to his feet, showed him into chair and snatched up the gunnysack. From it they took out the loudly-protestine green parrot and wonderingly ex amined it.
 Where did you get that parrot?' was the quick demand of the man whc wore an iron hook where a hand ought to be. Rastus merely wheeZed and shook in the legs and showed the whites of his eyes. It was indeed several minutes before he was so much as awakened to the fact that he was not in the grip of the law. But once convinced of that fact, he became voluble enough in his protestations to oblige the white gen'rmen' with any information thetdesired. He even led those white gentlemen back to the reighborhood of Hannah's chicken coop.
 So engrossed were they in their dis coveries that they thereupon paid scant attention to Rastus himself, who took advantage of that diversion to disappear.
 There were certain phases of that hurried pursuit, however, which had not entirely escaped the attention of a circumspect stranger who had mo- tored casually about the quiet streets of Cedarton earlier in the evening. Aunt Jemima Watson, in fact, had scarcely recovered from the shock consequent upon the sudden invasion of her cottage when she discovered herself confronted by still another stranger. And the fact that this stranger wore a yellow mask did not add to her immediate peace of mind.
 All I want to know, my good wom- an, is where those men are taking your husband"
 'Dey's takin' him back t whar he done got dat bird," explained the ne gress. The stranger started for the door. Then he stopped. dead short. For lying overlooked on the floor, close beside a battered water bucket, he caught sight of a familiar-looking oblong of yellow paper. In another moment he had possession of it.
 Where did that paper come from?" he demanded. For he knew that it was the long-sOught Golden chart which he held in his hand.
 Dat done come from nah offus sweepin' s." explained the other. But nah Rastus allows it hain't even wuff a green tradin stamp"
 Your Rastus may be right" was the strangers quiet reply. But it's worth this much to me" And Aunt Jemima found a ten-dollar bill thrust ! into her astonished pink palm. That 1 is yours, my good woman, if you do | just one thing, and do it quickly. want you to go to the sheriff's, wake | him up, and get him to the house | where that woman called Hannah | works. Tell him to get there il. a hurry, and to bring his men. or theiel | je murder done in this village before f the sun risesi
 The man in the yellow mask waited