The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1916-07-01

LeveIed Straight at the
the delusion that those warnings were
intended for his own ear II was not
until the hinge and slatternly figure
flung itself upon his still crouching
shoulders that he awakened 10 the fact
that he was being attacked, the
startled eavesdropper found himself
flung bodily through the suddenly
opened door. even before he could
draw his revolver. For he knew now
beyond doubt that he was in the terri
tory OF the enemy. He knew that still
another trap had been set for the I'M
wary. He knew IL, even before he
caught sight OF Legar himself and
Margery Golden shrinking close TO the
wall at HIS side.
II was on Legar that he fixed his
eye as he whipped out his freaTm and
steadied himself with one hand
against the broken wall
Legar saw that revolver leveled at
his body. He saw the look on Man
ley's colorless face. He knew what
was coming.
He did not stop to argue; he did
not even turn TO fee. But as he stood
there. with his deep-set eyes .xed on
Nanley's face. his long right arm that
terminated in it's claw OF iron shot
out and caught at the arm OF the girl
still crouching so close TO the wall be
side him. But even quicker was Man.
ley's discovery OF Legar's intentions
TO swing the body OF the girl about
in front OF his own as a human
shield. And Manley, while the path
was still clear, leveled his gun and
nred.
There was a shout, half OF horror
and half OF rage, as Legar went down
in heap, his wooden arm-end thump-
ing on the rough flooring like a NAL.
let as he fell And at the same mo-
ment that the brawny-armed amazon
boldly struck Manley's right arm up
towards the ceiling, that startled band
OF Legar's followers united in a rush
for the assailant OF their leader and
chief.
In the first two minutes OF that al.
together hopeless struggle Manley had
lost both his gun and his coat In the
next minute he had lost his breath.
In the next his liberty itself was gone,
for those worthless lost no time in tying
and trusting him up as neatly as
a French chef trusses a capon. As
he was rudely backed away to where
Margery Golden, equally corded and
tied. already stood, he heard one Of
the men behind him speak.
Did, he croak the chief?"
Nav, he's still breathin'l'
Then we gotta get him outa here.
Pip, you call a taxi We gotta
get him back to his own 'Malina, or
therell be hell TO pay"
How about this gun boob and the
rib"
Gag EN- and throw 'em into that
bathroom there! And IL youse turn
on the gas by accident, guess it's go
In TO save us all a lot o. troubled"
The Creeping Message.
David Manley. for all the predica'
ment confronting him, tried TO school
himself TO calmness.
Close beside him. bound and gagged
like himself. he could feel the inert
body OF Margery Golden.
But what most disturbed him was
the gas jet that stood out from the
green papered wall high above HIS
head. That had been the finishing
touch az the hands OF his enemies.
He looked carefully about the room,
point by point. II was nothing but q
commonplace bathroom. with door
on one side and a small window high
up in the wall on the opposite side,
lie found nothing. In that methodic
inventory OF his surroundings. TO re-
vive the slowly dying embers OF hope.
lie could neither move nor call out.
But there was still wy OF sending
a message out 90 the world.
He worked and Houndered about un.
m he vas IN sitting position. Then
he worked IFS way closer 20 the
enamel bathtub. leaning, painting and
helpless over ITS edge. for moment
or two, as drunken man leans over q
cell cot. Then energy again revived
in him. He slowly and painfully edged
further and further over into the hath.
tub. like cut worm rounding q leaf
edge. until with his forehead ha was
ablo to push and hunt the loose drain
plug into its socket Then, once moro
withdrawing from the bathtub. he al.
rected his attention 10 the nearer OF
the two taps that stood az its head.
lie had the use OF neither hand nor
foot. 10 turn that tap. But by tho
pressure OF HIS owr skull against the
furnished brass tap handle he was
finally able TO throw the faucet open
Then he sank YEARLY hack 20 the
floor. for his head was swimming diz
lilly and hands Of steel seemed con-
stricting his chest.