Evening star., 1921-09-19
One Hundred Thousand Dollars.

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outside the inclosure squat. 1at
y an, the perspiration rolling IN
.rreams down his face. tugged at his
.ollar with frantic. nervous JERKS as
H.. leaned in over the side of the high
lowered car. and with his other naho
ipped at the arm of the young man
III the drivers seat.
Dave. listen to 'em! My Cod, hste"
20 'em!" snarled the fat man.
Dave Henderson. with the toe OF ms
loot, moved the little black satcnei
,at the other had dropped on the
DOR of the car farther to one slde:
nd. by way of excuse for disengagins
Lis arm. reached into his pocket ioi
his cigarettes.
,ut here,'' he said imperturbably.
Sounds like a great day for the
iookies-not" m
The fat man secured his grip on
Daye HsndedsomS deG nusasHerx asm as1a iast cent
all I've made in years., ne saio q
Ioarsely. You get that, don't you?
You know it! I'm cleaned out-and
YOU don't seem to g, give ,ao1,ara6 damn Dave
Henderson calmly. II guess it's their
turn. amt it "
Bookie Skarvan's red-rimmed little
:.ray eyes narrowed, and he swallowed
hard. =,
whined. And I'm wiped OUT"
"Yes-sauare as hell" amended
Dave Henderson.
You don't give damn" shrilled
Rookie Skarvan. That's IKE you:
that's like the lot of you. Where
would YOU have been if 1 hadn't taken
you up-eh?'
God knows said Dave Henderson
dispassionately. I'm not blaming you
for trying. to make a crook OF me. me-
Skarvan's flushed and streaming race.
We'll, that's one thing dldn I
make a bull of. at any rate. ne re-
torted viciously.
Dave Henderson shlfted ms ciga..
ette from one corner of his mouth 10
the other with the tip of his tongue.
There was a curious smile, half bitter,
half whimsical, on his lips, as ne
leaned suddenly toward the other.
II guess you're right, Bookie" He
shrugged his shoulders. But I've
only just found it out myself. so If
you think there's any congrats COM
ing to you and you're sore because
you didn't get 'em before, you know
why now"
The scowl on Bookie Skarvan's face
deepened. then cleared abruptly. and
the man forced nervous wheezy
chuckle.
Oh won Ietl So SooA
about it tomorrow morning when you
come to size this up" He was
whining again. but plaintively now.
I'm wiped out. l tell you, and IT'S
too hard a crack for Tydeman to give
me any more backing after he's
souared this up-so what are you
going to do. eh?"
Dave Henderson glanced at the cars
clock. 1t was already after g..
I'm going up to Frisco-if 1 ever ever
missed the train. as it is, and that
means a ninety-mile run-and were
still wasting time! Get down to
cases, You got Tydeman on the long
distance-what did he say?
'T couldn't help your missing the
train" Bookie Skarvan's voice had
grown almost ingratiating. There
wasn't any use of you going until 1
knew Tydeman was at home. and un-
less 7 got hold of him before the banks
able to get him at once We might have
had time to arrange it by wire with
a bank here-if they were carrying
, that much in ready cash-and you
But I didn't get him until just few
minutes ago. You know that! /
couldn't help it. could land the run
p. won't hurt you. You can grab the
evening train back. I can stave this
I gang of wolves off until then by tell
ing 'em Tydeman's making good"
"All right" Dave Henderson was
apparently much more intent upon the
starting mechanism of the car than
he was upon either his companion or
his componion's words. The engine
was already purring softly when he
looked up at Eookie Skarvan again.
''Well. what's the arrangement
"Tydeman will have the money in
sand dollars. You go there and get
it. and bring it back on the train to-
night"
Anything else?"
No, that's ALL" Bookie Skarvan
, mopped at his face with the back of
his sleeve. glanced in the direction
of another sudden outburst Of delir-
fous cheering. and mopped at his face
again. "That'll be another long shot
--everybody's playing 'em-damn 'em!
back. Dave, 1t leaves at 9 o'clock.
Some of these pikers that never
turned red in their lives before'll
be laying me out if don't flash the
I'll have all can do to stave 'efn
off that long. I wish l could go with
you and get out of here, but they'd
think I was running away, and
"They all love Bookie Skarvan! Well.
IT'S your car, and you've got right
there. but get off the step unless
you're coming"' He threw in the
clutch and the car shot forward. $50
long, Booklet" he flung over his shoul-
der.
An hour passed. Out in the free
sweep of country the car was run
ming at terrific speed. And now, from
the road ahead, Dave Henderson's 8
dark eyes, cool and self-reliant.
strayed to the little black handbag
times before. while the tight lips
parted slightly in q smile; and sud-
denly, over the rush of the wind and
th" roar of the speeding car, he spoke
aloud.
cash" said Dave Henderson medita-
lively We'll. it looks like the chance
I've been waiting for-what? Only
] can't GO and let old Tydeman hand
it over to me and trust me with 1t.
ana then beat it and give him the dou-
ble-cross. can I? Once he shoves It
this back to Skarvan. I'm stung and
there's nothing doing! That's right.
amt it? Well, then, what's the an
ewer?"
The broad, muscular shoulders set
little more rigidly over the steer
clamped in a sort of dogged defiance
in the face of his self-propounded
problem. His mind, as though seek
ing therefrom the solution he de-
manded, was reviewing the facts and
circumstances that had placed that
gestive possibilities at his feet. 1t
had been a bad day for the bookmak-
ers. and a particularly bad day for
Bookie Skarvan-for 1t was the cul-
mination of several extremely bad
days for Bookie skarvan. Shots at
again and again. There'was absolute
ly no question but that the man was