The Republican journal., 1920-06-10

pioDdDly De uroppihS IL VI uS
about 2 a. M. If know anything about
Colonel Pennington's way Of doing
things"
.
Having dispatched the Black Minor
ca to hold up the work until the ar.
rival of re-enforcements. Colonel Pen
n1ngton fairly burned the streets en-
route to his home. He was DESTROYS Of
getting into heavy ulster before ven
turing forth again into the night air.
The violent slam with which he
closed the front dosr after him brought
Shirley. in dressing gown and slippers.
to the staircase.
"Uncle Seth I" she called. whats
the matterY
There's the devil to pay" he an
sWered. THAT fellow Cardigan is back
OF the N. G. o.. after all. and he and
Ogilvy have gang of fifty men down
at the intersection of Water and B
streets cutting in jump-crossing of
our line"
He dashed into the living room, and
she heard him calling frantically into
! the telephone.
"At last!" she murmured. and crept
down the stairs, pausing behind the
heavy portieres at the entrance to the
living room.
"That you, Poundstone?" she heard
him saying rapidly into the transmit.
ter. Pennington speaking. Young
Bryce Cardigan is behind that N. c. o.
! outfit and it's logging road and not
intended to build through to Grants
Pass at all. Cardigan and Ogilvy are
at Water and B streets this very in,
slant with gang of fifty men cutting
In jump-crossing of my line, curse
them! They'll have it in by six o'clock
| tomorrow morning if something isn't
done-and once they get it in, the fats
in the fire.
Telephone the chief Of police and
order him to take his entire force
down there, if necessary, and stop that
work. To blaZes with that temporary
franchise! You stop that work for
two hours, and I'll do the rest. Tell
the chief of police not to recognize
| that temporary franchise. He can be
suspicious of it. can't he, and refuse to
| let the work go on until he finds out?
| And you can be hard to find for two
hours, can you not? Delay, delay, man !!
That's all l want. Yes, yes, |
understand. You get down about day.
| light and roast the chief of police for
| interfering, but in the meantime!
Thank you, Poundstone. thank
you. Good-by!"
| He stood at the telephone, the re-
ceiver still held to his ear and his
| right forefinger holding down the hook
while the line cleared When he spoke
again, Shirley knew he was calling his
mill office. He got response immedi-
ately, Notwithstanding the lateness of
the hour.
Sexton? Pennington Speaking I've
sent over the Black Minorca with a
rifle and sixty rounds of ammunition.
What? You can hear him
crockery eye He'll clean the gang
out and keep them from working until
the police arrive. You've telephoned
Rondeau have your Good !
He'll have his men waiting at the log
I landing, and there1l be no delay Sex.
ton. we've got to block them. 1t means
a loss of millions to me if we fall"
Shirley was standing in the doorway
as he faced about from the telephone.
Uncle Seth" she said quietly, use
any honorable method of defeating
Bryce Cardigan, but call off the Black
Minorca. | shall hold you personally
responsible for Bryce Cardgans life
and if you fail me. | shall never for
give you"
"Silly, silly girl" he soothed her
bush whacking? There's some shoot
ing going on, but Its wild shooting, inst
to brighten Cardigan and his men off
the job"
You can't friohten him." she cried
passionately. You know you can't.
He'll kill the Black Mnorca. or the
Black Minorca will kill him. Go in
stantly and stop it,"
"All right, all right" he said rather
humbly, and sprang down the front
steps into the waiting car. "Tll play
the game fairly. Shirley, never fear"
She stood in the doorway and
watched the red tail-light, like a
malevolent eye, disappear down the
street. And presently as she stood
there, down the boulevard huge gray
car came slipping noiseessly-so
noiseiessly, in fact, that Shirley recog-
nized it by that very quality of silence.
1t was Bryce Cardlgan's Napier.
"George!' she called. Come here.
The car slid over to the gate and
stopped at the sight of the slim white
figure running down the garden walk.
SIS Mr. Cardigan hurt?" she demand
ed in an agony Of suspense.
George Sea Otter grunted comtemp
tuously. Nobody hurt 'cept the Black
Minorca. am taking him to your
company hospital. miss He tried to
shoot my boss. so | shot him myself
once through the leg. Now my boss
says: Take him to the Laguna Grande
hospital. George Me. would droI
this greaser in the bay If was the
boss"
She laughed Historically. ION your
way back from the hospital stop ant