Evening star., 1921-10-05
Continued from Yesterdays starr
BY FRANK L. PACKARD.
Copyright. 1881. by Public Ledger CO.
Copyright, lSsI. By 4. Il. Davis Corp.

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| Continued from Yesterdays Star.)
He was choking. Instead of arms,
steel fingers had sunk into his throat.
His fist met something that, though
1t yielded slightly, brought brutal
twinge of pain across histknuckles.
His fist shot out again, whipped TO
it's mark with everything that was
in him behind the blow: and 1t was
the bruiser's face he hit. He hit 1t
again. and, over the mad fury that
was upon him he knew an unholy
Joy as his blows crashed home.
The steel fingers around his throat
relaxed and fell away. He staggered
| to his feet. i,
| A voice from somewhere close at
hand spoke hoarsely.
"Scrag him. Mugsy!" See that he's
knocked cold before we carry him
| out.'
! Dave Henderson's lips were no
| longer twisted in smile. they were
| thinned and straight; he knew why
i there was no answer from the moor!
He crouched. gathering himself for
spring Dark. shadowy forms were
only one chance-the door now, the
rear door, and the lane! Voices
growled and cursed, seemingly al
most in his ears. They had him
hemmed against the bar without
knowing it. as they clustered around
the spot where they expected he was
being strangled into unconsciousness
on the floor.
''Mugsy. dye hear! Damn you. dye
hear. Why don't you-
Dave Henderson launched himself
forward. a wild yell went up. Hands
clutched at him and tore at his cloth
ing and struck at his face; forms
flung themselves at his shoulders and
clung around his legs. He shook
them off-and gained a few yards.
He was fighting like madman now
and now the darkness was in his
favor.
They came on again in a blind rush.
The door could not be far away! He
stumbled over one of the small tables,
recovered himself. and. snatching up
legs in a sweep around his head.
There was a smash of impact that
almost knocked the table from his
grasp-and. coincidently. a scream
Of pain. 1t cleared space about
him. He swung again. whirling the
table around and around his head,
gaining impetus-and suddenly sent
1t catapulting from him full into the
shadowy forms in front of him and.
turning. made a dash for the end of
the room.
He reached the wall and groped
Where was it? He felt the warm
blood tricklins down over his face.
He did not remember when that had
happened! He could not see-but
| they would turn on the lights surely
now in an instant if they were no,
or he was trapped-that was his
only chance-the place was a bed
| lam of hideous riot--curse the blood
| it seemed to be running into his eyes
| now-Runty Motif only he could
| have settled with the skulking-
| His fingers touched and felt around
| the jamb of the open door-and he
| surged, painting. through the door
way. The short pa assage ended in
| another door. He opened this, found
| the yard in front of him, dashed
across it, and hurled himself over the
| fence into the lane.
| The uproar. the yells. the furious
| shouts from behind him seemed sud
denly to increase in volume. He ran
the faster. They had turned the
lights on-and found him gone! From
somewhere in the direction of the
street there came the shrill cheep-
cheep of a patrolman's whistle. Yes.
he quite understood that, too-there
! would be riot call pulled in min
ute. but that made little difference
| were now probably pouring out of
| the saloons back door in pursuit
of him, with whom he had to reckon.
But he should be safe now-he was
abreast of Capriano's house, which
| he could distinguish even in the dark
ness because the extension stuck
out like some great, black ioming
| shadow from the row of other houses.
! There was gate here somewhere,
but he had no time to hunt for gate
or door. perhaps only to find it locked!
i The fence was quicker and easier.
scarcely a yard away, found himself
confronted with what looked like an
incloSed porch or yestibule to the
Italians back door.
He was quick now, but equally
silent in his movements. From the di-
rection of the saloon shouts reached
i him. the voices no longer muffied, but
as though they were out in the open
in the back yard of the saloon per-
haps: or perhaps by now in the lane
and knocked softly on the door. He
knocked again and again. 1t seemed
as though the seconds dragged them
selves out into immeasurable periods
of time. He swept the blood out of
strained laneward. continued to knock
insistently, louder and louder.
A light footstep, hurried. sounded
from within. 1t halted on the other
side Of the closed door. He had a
feeling. that somehow, even through
that closed door, and even in the
darkness, he was under inspection.
The next instant he was sure of 1t.
Above his head q small incandescent
bulb suddenly flooded the porch with
light. and fell upon him as he
stood there. a CHASTITY object. he re-
allied. with blood-stained face, and
torn and disheveled clothes.
From behind the closed door came
a girls startled gasp of dismay and
alarm; from up the lane now un-
mistakably came the pound OF racing
"ouickw whispered Dave Hender-
son hoarsely. I'm from Tony Lo-
mazzi For Gods sake, put out that
light"
Sanctuary!