Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-07-23

ute Jack spotted him FOLLOWING me!
Instead CT that, Jack never even gets
a look at his mug"
You're some bright guy!" grunt-
ed the Butcher. WED have had a
| hot chance making a dead man tell
us where he'd planted those dia-
monds off the Fast Mail, not to
speak of n few other little trifles the
swine did us out OFF,
and you think
You bet, [ do" the Butcher cut
in viciously. Hell talk tonight to
save his life.-and then III toss you,
Bantam. IL YOU like, to see who
bumps him off"
| The Hawks fingers played in a
curious, caressing motion over the
stock Of the automatic in his hand;
the twist on his lips grew a little
harder, little more merciless.
There was movement in the room
now. One of the two, the Bantam
undoubtedly, in growing uneasiness,
was moving softly, erratically, up
and down the room. 1t proved to be
the Bantam.
We'll then, where the blazes is
he!" he burst out nervously.
| Jaw, shut up!'' snarled the Butch
er savAgely for the second time
The Bantam's shadow, as the man
paced UP and down, passed the door
way repassed, and passed again.
II tell You, I don't like it," he
flung out suddenly. Something's
wrong! If he's outside the house, he
can't see, anyway. I'm going to take
chance, and"
| There was a click. the light In the
passageway went on-7-then yell
from tho Bantam in the doorway
lightning spring from the Hawk, as
the other jerked weapon upward
and the. bantam went down in a
heap, us the, Hawks dubbed weapon
caught him on the head. 1t was
quick. like the winking Of nm eye.
From back In the room, the Butcher
sprang forward for the doorway
and fired--and missed - and the
Hawks left hand. as they came upon
each other, darling out, closed with
| the strength OF steel wise on the
Butchers right wrist, and with q
terrific wrench twisted the others
| arm half way around. It was lighter
now in the room--light enough to
see. The two forms swayed strange
ly--a little apart-the Butchers body
bent over, as tho Queerly deformed.
Slowly. remorselessly. the Hawk
turned the others arm in it's socket.
Sweat sprang to the Butchers fore
head, his face writhed with pain
and, with scream OF agony, his re-
yolver clattered to the floor.
| You're breaking it--for Gods sake,
let go!" he moaned.
The Hawk kicked the revolver to
the other side.
Take the Bantam by the shout
ders and drag him into that lighted
room!" The Hawks tones we're flat.
unpleasant. II don't think hit him
hard enough to take the chance of
leaving him there alone!"
The Butcher obeyed--with the mug
gle or the Hawks automatic pressed
personal---very. against the small of his
back. He left the Bantam in the
middle Of the sitting room floor, and
himself accepted a chair--at the
Hawks invitation.
You again-eh, Butcher" The
| Hawks voice had become drawl.
with his automatic covering the
Butcher, he had backed to the cup
board, opened 1t, and was feeling In
side with his left hand. MY grate-
ful thanks, and you'll convey my
compliments--the Hawks. you know
Ito our friend-the Chief" (He had
slipped the little black bag under his
arm, and now his hand was back in
the cupboard again, he had felt a
ball OF heavy cord there. Sorry l
haven't q phony ten-spot with me-
my card, YOU know--unpardona
breach Of eitquette-really!'' He smil-
ed suddenly. The ball OF cord was
in his hand, as he advanced toward
the Butchers chair. He set the little
black bag down on the table.
The Butcher seemed to have lost
all his characteristic ferocity: the
sharp little ferret eyes rested any
where but on the Hawk; and on his
face was q sickly grin.
| stand up!" commanded the Hawk
curtly-he was knotting the end of
the cord into moose. "Now-your
hands behind your back-and to-
gether! Thank you'll" He slipped
the moose over the Butchers hands,
and began to wind the cord around
the others wrists
| The Butcher WINGED.
! I'm sorry" said the Hawk apollo
getically; but it's all 1 have. The
cord is rather thin, and I'm afraid 1t
may cut into youvnot strong enough
to allow you any play, you know.
And. by the way, Butcher, I heard
the Bantam say that was spotted
on. the way down. presume he
meant OH the way down to the sta
ton. I'll be honest and admit I'm
disappointed in myself. Would you
mind explaining, Butcher ~ was
quite convinced there was no one be-
hind me-"
There wasn't" The Butcher
! risked sheer. 'Mabbe the French
guy was heard telephoning to the
station, and the Bantam passed on
the word. Nobody had to follow be-
hind. All there was to do, knowing
where the Frenchy was going, was
to dodge around the blocks ahead,
and keep hidden down the different
intersecting streets, and see if the
same guy kept going by the corners
| after the Bantam"
Thank you, Butcher" murmured
the Hawk gratefully. "That let's me
out a little, doesn't it?"s He wound
the cord again and again around the
Butchers wrists, knotted it, showed
the other unceremoniously back into
the chair, and tied the Butchers
legs.
The Hawk then gave his attention