The Delta independent., 1916-05-12

Brouillard snatched up the dispatch
box and flung it into the fireproof
While he was locking the door Cashier
went in search of Grislow, and when
Brouillard faced about, another man
stood in the missionary's place by the
mapping table. II was Mr.. ]. Wesley
Cartwright.
The gray-faced promoter had lost
something of his old-time jaunty assur.
ance, and he was evidently well shaken
and unnerved by the sights and sounds
of the night of terror. The sandy-gray
eyes advertised 1t as well as the fat
hands. which would not keep still.
81 didn't think I'd have to ask a
favor of you again. Brouillard. but
needs must when the devil drives" he
began, with an attempted assumption
of his former manner. I'VE didn't know
the newspapers didn't tell US any
thing about this frightful state of at.
fairs, and"
Brouillard had suddenly lost his de-
sire to hurry.
sit down, Mr.. Cartwright" he said.
Il was just coming over to see you
to congratulate you and Mr.. Schermer-
horn on your return to Mirapolis. We
have certainly missed the mayor. not
to mention the president Of the com
mon council"
"Of course-yes." was the hurried
rejoinder. But that's all over. You
said you'd get us. and you did. / don't
bear malice. II you had given me one
more day I'd have got you: the stuff
that would have broken your neck with
the Washington people was all writ
ten and ready to put on the wires. But
that's past and gone. and the next
thing is something else. There Is
lot of money and securities locked up
in the NiQuoia bank vault. We've come
to clean up, and we brought . few
peace officers along from Red Butte
ror a guard The miserable scounc.cs-
are scared stffr: they won't stir out OF
the hotel. Bongras tells me you've got
your force organized and armed-cant
you lend us fifty or hundred huskies
to keep the mob of while we open that
bank vault?"
Brouillard's black eyes snapped, and
the blood danced in his veins. The op-
portunity for which he would have bar
tered Ormuz' treasure had come 10
him-was begging him to use it.
Il certainly cam" he admitted, an
swering the eager question and empha-
sizing the potentiality.
But will you? that's the point. Well
make it worth your while. For Gods
sake, don't say no, Brouillard! There's
pretty well up to million in that
vault. counting odds and ends and
left-overs. Schermerhorn oughtnt to
have left 1t. l thought he had sense
enough to stay and see 1t taken care
Of. But now"
But now the mob is very likely to
wreck the building and dynamite the
vault. you were going to say. l think
1t il more than likely. Mr.. Cartwright
and l wonder that 1t hasn't been done
before this. II would have been done
II the rioters had had any idea that
you'd left anything worth taking. And
1t would probably wreck you and Mt.
Schermerhorn II 1t should get hold Of
you; you've both been burned in efiigy
half dozen times since you ran
away"
"Oh. good Lord!" shuddered the
magnate Make 1t two hundred Of
your men. and let's hurry. You won't
turn US down on this. Brouillard ?"
No It is no part Of our duty to
go and keep the mob of while you
save your stealings. but we'll do It,
And from the noise they are making
| down that way, think you are wise in
| suggesting haste. But first there is a
| question of common justice to be
| settled. An hour ago. or such a mat
ter. you sent a part OF your sherifr's
posse up to seize the Little Susan and
to arrest David Massingale-"
"It's-it's a lie!" stammered Cort-
wright Somebody has been trying to
backcap me to you!"
Brouillard looked up. frowning.
You are a good bit older man than
am, Mr.. Cartwright and | sha'n't
punch your head. But you'll know why
| ought to when ! tell you that my in
formant Is Miss Amy Massingale.
What have you done with old David?''
The man who had lost his knack OF
! blrffing came down and stayed down.
"He's-he's over at the hotel he
stammered.
Under guard?"
| 'Well-y-yes.
Brouillard pointed to the telephone
on the wall.
Go and call up your crowd and get
| II here. Tell Judge Williams to bring
tho stock he is holding. and Scher.
merhorn to bring the MassLgale
notes, and your man Jackson to bring
the stock book. Wen have a direc-
tors meeting that was called. and
wasn't held. three weeks ago."
II was a crude little expedient. but