Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-07-01

The smile faded from the Butchers
lips, and his face became contorted
with rage again. He raised his fist
and shook 1t at the Hawk. He
cursed in abandon, his lips livid, be-
side himself with passion.
'You'll get yours for this" He
choked, in his fury, over his words.
You think you're slick. I'll show
you what you're up against inside Of
twenty -four hours. You'll crawl for
this, dye hear, blast you-youll
-you'll---"
The Hawks automatic, dangling
nonchalantly in his hand, swung sud.
denly upward to Il level with the
others eyes.
!. That's enough, you cheap skate,"
there was a cold, menacing ring in
the Hawks voice now. i've heard
enough from you, You and your hot
air crowd of moth eaten lags. If you,
or any of you, run foul of me again.
you won't get off so easy Tell 'ern
that! Tell 'em the Hawk said so!
And you beat it! And beat it--now."
He caught up the pay bag, and adj
vanced step.
The Butcher retreated sullenly.
Get out or that Window" ordered
the Hawk evenly. AN take a last
tip from me. If YOU try to plant me,
If you let "A peep out of you while
am making my own getaway, I'll get
You for II, Butcher, If it's the last
thing | ever do. Go on, now Step
quicker"
still sulenly, mumbling. his mouth
working, the Butcher retreated back
ward toward the window. The Hawk
his lips like n thin straight line Just
showing under the Blk, followed
grmly, step by step. An then, sud
denly, both men halted, and their
long tense gaze.
From outside in the corridor came
the sound Of voices and footsteps.
| The footsteps drew nearer; The
voices grew louder. The Hawk shot
a glance toward the door. He drew
in his breath sharply. No. there was
no fanlight, the light would not show
! in the hall. That was the superin-
| tendents voice. That letter Lanson
| was going to send down on No. s.
| The other. probably, was MacVightie.
| Yes; it was MacNightie-- caught
the detectives gruff tones now. The
door on the opposite side of the cor
ridor from the paymaster's room OPP
ened.
| The Butcher licked his lips.
Me for the window, and for it
quick he muttered under his breath.
He turned. and. his back to the
Hawk now, tiptocd to the window.
turned again sideways. as tho to
throw one leg over the sill--and his
right hand, hidden. suddenly lifted
the side of his coat
| 1t came quick, quick as the wink
! ing of an eve. Racketing thru the
room and building, like the detona-
| ton of "a cannon in the silence, came
| the roar of a revolver shot, as the
Butcher fired thru his coat pocket.
Mechanically. the Hawk staggered
Backward; and then, the quick, keen
brain working like lightning, he
reeled. dropped the pay bag, and
clutched wildly at his side. He was
not hit. The Butcher had missed. SO
that was the mans game! Clever
enough! They'd break in here at the
sound of the shot. and find him dead
or wounded on the floor!
| The Butcher, a devils triumph in
his face now, came leaping back from
the window, and, STOPPING, snatched
ut the pay bag.
I'D put another in you to make
| g hn Il,,4 flo, aI,r.
'Only they'll get you anyway yo,,----''
| The Hawk Strengthened. his arm
streaked out from his side, his pistol
butt crashed on the Butchers skull,
and he was upon the other like a
4 flash, his free hand at the Butchers
throat.
From the room opposite came
startled cries: across the corridor
came the rush of feet---then the door
handle was tried, the door shaken
violently.
The Butcher was struggling but
feebly, making.only "A pitiful effort to
/ loosen the Hawks clutch upon his
throat, hanging almost Imply in the
Hawks arms, half daZed by the blow
upon his head. White to the lips
with passion. the Hawk whipped his
hand into the others pocket, whipped
out the others revolver and flung
the man away from him. And then
as the Butcher reeled and lurched
backward to the window, and clawine
frantically at the SILL attempted tic
work his, way out, the Hawk ran 81
lently back, picked up the pay bag
and, jumping to the window again
caught the Butcher roughly by the
collar of his coat
! The Butcher, white, haggaid- faced
with fear, moaned.
| For Gods sake!" he pleaded pit
eously. Let me go. Let me go! For
Gods sake, let me go-theyll get me-
There was a terrific crash upon the
door as of some heavy body hurled
against it. The Hawk laughed mirth-
| lcssly.
IF / let you go, you'd break your
neck the Hawks words were COM
ing thru clenched teeth. Don't
worry, Butcher! They'll not get you.
| don't want them to get you. l
want to get you myself for this. Some
day, Butcher, some day I'll do the
getting!" He pushed the Butchers
| feet over the sill. Feel with your
toes for the window casing beneath!
Qutck!" He leaned out, gripping at
the Butchers collar, lowering the
man--his lips were close against the
Butchers ear. SOME day--for this
you yellow cur-you and me,
Butcher--remember- day."
| A crash again upon the door! The
Butchers feet were on the lower sill !:
! but here the man lost his hold and
toppled to- the ground. The Hawk
! glanced backward into the room The