Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-08-09

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I don't owe any OF you any candy,
do II"
Mac vightie himself was evidently
one Of those in pursuit behindn for
again the Hawk recognized the 9th
ers voice:
Spread out there to the right!
And try to shoot little straighter-
before they get into that belt OF
treesl"
A renewed outburst Of firing came
In reAponse-and the Hawk measur.
ed grimly the few yards that still
separated him from the trees, as q
bullet, drumming the air venomous-
ly. seemed to miss his cheek by but
the fraction of an inch. Mac Vigil
ties presence was evidence that the
detective was SO we'll satisfied that
the gang penned UP in the car could
not escape, that he obviously count
ed his temporary absence from tho
scene we'll warranted II thereby the
cleanup were made complete IN the
capture Of -. The Hawks mental
>soliloQuy came to an abrupt end.
There was O low cry from the Rutch-
er, and the man, as they ran shoul-
der to shoulder, lurched against him.
whats wTQng?" flung out the
Hawk sharply.
"They got mel" gasped the Butch
Grand lurched again. "They got
me-in the leg"
The Hawk glanced backward again.
They were still those fifty yards be-
hind. those dark. fitting oncoming
forms. those vicious yellow stabs of
flame In the blackness--it had been
a dead heat SO far. here to the fringe
of the trees.
The Butcher stumbled. The Hawk
swung his free arm around the 9TH
er's waist, and plunged In amongst
the trees. 1t was slower work now,
desperately slow. He clutched at the
package OF bank notes beneath his
coat, and with his other hand tight
ened his grip upon the Butcher. The
man was evidently badly hit. and
was beginning to sag Imply. Came
the tl,rashing and branches. and the
rush OF feet behind them. The fifty
yards was ten now--the Hawk. with
his burden. struggled on-and then
there came n cry again from the
Butcher-they had gained the edge
OF the clearing. and the old faxm
house and It's outbuildings doomed up
before them.
'It's-it's--" the Butchers voice
choked weakly. I'll know where we
are-iny Good, quick! They'll search
the house! I got to warn him now
quick!"
The man, as tho under stimulant,
with new strength. had sprung for
ward alone into the clear, making
for the farm house door. 1t was
only few yards, but half way there
he stumbled again-and again the
Hawk pulled him to his feet.
A yell went up behind them. Mac
Wghtie and his men. too. were now
in the clearing, and the ten yards
lead was cut to five, to three-and
then the door before them was flung
suddenly open. and a voice chal-
lenged hoarsely from within:
who's there? What's"
The Butcher pitched across the
threshold. dragging the Hawk down
with him in his fall.
THE door, Jim-quick-slam it,"
screamed the Butcher. Were done
the cellar!"
The Hawk had leaped to his feet.
The room was dark. unlighted, but
from across II came, as there had
come that other night the faint glow
from the open door Of the ce1larway.
The Butcher had staggered up again,
and was making in that direction
and then the Hawk, too. was across
the room-but the next instant, turn
ing to meet the rush from without,
as the front door. evidently before
the man whom the Butcher had adj
dressed as Jim could fasten it, burst
inwar dand crashed against the wall,
he was borne backward, and, losing
his balance. half pitched, half rolled
down the cellar stairs.
The fall must have stunned him
for moment. He realized that as
he struggled to his feet-to find him
self staring into the muzzle Of Mac
Vightae's revolver and to find that
the bullying package OF banknotes
was lsone from under his coat, as.
too, were his automatic, his jimmy
and the baggaseman's revolver that
had been In the side pockets of his
coat. He raised his, hand dazedly
toward his eyes-and Macvightie,
reaching out, knocked his hand away.
I'll do that for you've were just
getting around to It'll" said Mao
Vightie roughly-and jerked the
Hawks mask from his face. And
then MacVightie leaned sharply for
ward. "O-oh!" he exclaimed grim
~. $50 it's you-is it.? / guess you
put It over me the night that ten
thousand was lifted at the station
but. I've got you now!"
The Hawk made no answer. He
was staring, still in an apparently
dazed way, about him! The cellar
was veritable maze of work
benches and elaborate equipment
for counterfeiting work A printing
press stood over in one corner; on
the benches, plates and engravers'
tools Of all descriptions were scat
tered about; and, near the wall by
the stairway, he made out 4 tele-
graph set. But the Hawks glance
did not linger on any of these things
Tit fastened on a bent and twisted
form that craned it's neck forward
from q rubber-ti wheel chair; on
2 livid face. out of which tis> coal
black eyes. narrowed to Sits, smoul-
dered in deadly menace, and from
whose thin Inns that sea rcely moved
there poured forth now torrent of
hideous blasphemy in that soft,
silken voice that had earned the
Lad1bird his name; on the hand,
croc1.ed into a claw, that, pushing