Charlevoix county herald., 1916-11-17

hurrying. The mans back was toward
Sam: but the watcher recognized the
two women as June Travis and Mary.
June and her old nurse had set forth
on their morning walk along the sands
and had paused at the rock to pick
out site for the picnic lunch the girl
had planned for later In the day. AS
they sat In the sunshine, June pointed
to a fiat-topped bowlder. farther In.
shore, as an ideal natural lunch-table.
They were about to go over and in
vestigate 1t when a quick step behind
them in the sand made them turn
Max Lamar was coming toward them.
Mary shuddered, involnntarily, and
fhrank back. But June, with a smile
OF genuine welcome, held out her hand
in greeting to him.
Suddenly, her arms still extended,
and before her fingers could touch his,
she exclaimed In quick sympathy: =
You're hurt! You're badly hurt!
What is it,"
Mary, at the girls alarmed exclama.
ton, glanced at Lamar. His right hand
was bandaged. His under lip was cut
What is it?" repeated June, anx.
iously. How are you hurt, Mr.. La
mar? Tell me-"
"That?" said Lamar lightly, as he
held up his bandaged hand. ooh, that's
just little souvenir from your dear
old friend. Smiling Sam Eagan."
Tell mel" urged June.
Briefiy-and still treating the theme
in jest rather than seriousness-Max
told her the story.
Last night, when this tramp took
me home" he ended, 81 was 80 ratified
let him get away without half thank.
ing him.
Excuse me, Mr.. Lamar" said a
voice behind Max. "They told US at
the hotel that you'd started for the
beach. May we interrupt you for
minute?"
Lamar got up from the rock, glanc
ing not overfriendly at the two men
who had broken in on his talk Then
as he recognized the interlopers his
face cleared
Hello, Boyle!" he said cordially.
Hello, Jacobs! Miss Travis, will you
excuse me? l sha'n't be long. I'll be
back in five minutes"
He moved away, the two detectives
walking one on either side of him.
Sorry to butt in, Mr.. Lamar Chiefs
orders. Here's letter from him. II
you don't want to read all of it, I'll
! give you the gist now. We're down
here looking for Charles Gordon-you
remember? The lawyer who embez-
zled $4,000 worth of Farwell corpo-
ration securities and then got away
from a couple of our men? Well,
we've traced him down here. Got q
pretty good line on him, too. And
we've run down to gather him In.
Chief wants to know IL you'll help US
out. Not that there's any need. But"
"Gordon!" exclaimed Max, light Of
memory leaping into his face. Cor
don! Charles Gordon, the crooked
lawyer! That's the mani"
I'VE have a tip that he's living in
hut, down below here, on the shore.
Just beyond that point over there. We
were on our way there and we were
keeping lookout for you at the same
time. What's the matter with your
hand ?" he broke off.
your lips cut, too" put in Boyle.
How does the other fellow look after
the scrimmage? Is he in the hospital
or buying a championship medal?"
He's at large" replied Lamar, ca
nhan ~
And he's Smiling Sam Eagan."
What" cried both men in breath.
81 saw him last night, and l gave
chase l caught UP with him at the
top of the bluff over there. We had
tussle and-apd-"
And what?" demanded Boyle.
And he got away" finished Max,
lamely. Now, II you want a real cap
ture, why not start in after Eagan?
Our guns are loaded for runaway
lawyers" returned Jacobs-"not for
Sam Eagan. When we've got Gordon
Smiling SAM
He left shem and walked hastily
back to where June and Mary sat. His
face was clouded and sad. June at
once read the trouble in his alert eyes.
bad news?' she asked.
"The worst sort of bad news-for
me-" he made worried answer. And
for the tramp who saved my life. The
tramp" by the way, is Charles Cor
don an embezzling lawyer. He's In
hiding here. Those two men are CEN
trail Office detectives and"
They are looking for him?" queried
June, excited. They've traced him
to Surfton?"
Worse. They've traced him to his
hut. They're on the way there. At
least, they were. See, they're starting
back, now, to meet boy who is going
to guide them. And-Chief Allen
writes asking me to help them. l."
But" urged June, you can't. You
can't! Why, he saved your life. He"
DO you. suppose I've forgotten that"
retorted Lamar, miserably That's
why triedto delay them. I'd give my
left arm to be able to get there ahead