, 1919-04-03
Hounds and
the Quarry
(Copyright)
By ALEX. s. BRIscoR

the nay OF u long, deep note
that held a certain quality of menace,
of lust for the kill. 1t rolled back
from the bluffs beyond where the slug
gish Wakenda writhed across the TIM
bered bottoms.
Spade" Carney, laundering along
the winding shore of the stream,
paused and listened.
Again came the mellow voice of the
hound. n it was echoed by the quick
er, keener yapping of another dog.
A shrill yell Of encouragement was
heard in the edge of. the woods, and
Carney stiffened.
Now he understood! They were
after him with bloodhounds.
He crashed through the underbrush,
falling over logs and banging into trees
as he fled. He knew nothing of the
woods either by day or night, and
realized he must follow the creek or
lose his way.
Garvey had been given the title of
the Spade Burglar" by Shea, chief Of
the Bertillon department at st. Louis,
because Of his use of that article, in
various burglartes charged to him in
that city.
The thin edge can be pushed under a
window-sash and the leverage provid-
ed by the long handle makes it easy
to break a window-catch.
Besides, n usually can be found
about the stable or yard of a residence,
and this makes 1t unnecessary to car
~ a jimmy-an article which is hard
to explain when found in ones possess
sion.
In a big city Garvey was at home
and could hide himself with ease when
hunted; but in the country he was out
of his element.
Unusual activity on the part of the
police and a shortage of funds had
driven him to seek new fields of en-
deavor a few days before, and a coun-
try post Office had provided an oppor-
tunity for the exercise of his talents.
But he had been unfortunate. The
safe had been opened with the facility
with which the top is stripped from a
tin of sardines, and the proceeds had
been gratifyingly large. It was the
town marshal who had caused the trou-
BILE.
This official now lay with a bullet
in his shoulder, and Garvey was trying
to make his way on foot to safety.
For two hours he had stumbled
along, following the sinuous course of
Wakenda creek; then had come the
baying of dogs. OF b~loodhounds he
knew nothing, except that they tracked
men. The distant shout had confirmed
his fears. They were on his trailI
Somewhere he had heard that walk
Ipo in xyotor fbrau, borrndc of tho
track. He stepped nto the icy creek,
cursing the fact he could not swim.
Finally he could stand the chilling
water no longer, and he staggered up
the slippery bank.
He did not notice the creek was
curving, and he virtually was running
In a circle, approaching ever closer to
where three men waited, straining .
their ears to catch each note of the
dogs.
At the rail fence where the corn
fields met the heavy timber little Kel-
soc wriggled impatiently as the hounds
worked their way slowly along the
edge of the creek.
Burkett, one of his companions-a
tall, %raw-boned nan in overalls and
jumper of a farmer-leaned motionIess
against the fence.
The third member of the party. an
understood negro youth with long and
extremely powerful arms, rolled his
eyes toward Burkett and ventured an
opinion.
Good track" he said. "Old Bull
talks long hathaway when 1t smells
strong"
Kelsoe- said nothing. His ignorance
of h ways OF dogs checked his city
readiness to talk.
AS Spade Carney struggled through
the woods he caught the flicker of KEEL
soe's lantern between the trees. He
paused abruptly. He was trapped, and
his eyes roved about wildly. seeking
a chance to escape. The moon peeped
a moment through a rift In the clouds,
revealing a dark mass of timbers
jammed In the creek channel.
Carney heard a cracking of dried
leaves as the hounds, now close behind
him. circled about for the trail.
He almost fell down the steep bank,
End was halfway across the creek
when from the edge of the water came
a deep-toned bay. Garvey heard the
snuffing of the dog and a rustling of
leaves and dry grass.
The moon had disappeared, and Gar
vey strove to pierce the dark with his
eyes.
Paws battered on the logs. and an in
quisitive nose shifted Mt his heels. His
hand fumbled for his pistol. and he
kicked out wildly.
The pitiful yelp of n hound thu had