Evening journal., 1922-03-21
commune From our Last Issue

Continued From Our Last Issue
He saw beyond the table Felix
Graft with a gun in each hand. The
gamblers face. despite the tears
that overfiowed his eyes and ran
down his cheeks. was fairly murder
GUS
Tip where are you? Don't you
move. Bill" Craft was saying the
barrels Of his two guns weaving 10
and fro uncertainty. Get away
from that door Bill Don't you try
and get away / can see you"
Billy leaned forward, picked up a
fork from his setout on the table
and fung II across the room. Il fell
with a clatter. Craft fred al the
sound. The next instant Billy kick
ed him under the chin and fattened
him out.
"Put your hands behind you,
Tip" he directed.
Tip answered the question by
halting his cropping way toward the
speaker. He stood still his body
swaying, his muscular fingers locked
in the palms OF his hands Billy
stopped over the senseless Craft and
whipped off his neckerchief
Tip hesitsted. then suddenly he
thrust his hands behind him. Billy
slipped around him. laid his six
shooter on a chair and drew the
handkerchief beneath Tips crossed
wrists The next instant Tip had
whirled about. crowded his body
against Billy and struck outside with
~ Hr~I.H II nrff n Is
on top and Billy underneath. The
older man jammed both thumbs into
Billy's windpipe and wrenched him
self astride Billy's body The
strangling Billy spread wide his
legs. hunched up his knees. planted
both feet against Tips ribs and
straightened his legs with a jerk
Tips hands were torn loose from
Billys throat and Tip himself crash
ed backward against the wall
Billy scrambled 10 his feet and
without the slightest hesitation clip
ped Tip over the head with the bar
rel OF his six-shooter. Tip remainel
where he was Billy stood over him
pistol poised. tin he made sure h'
was senseless. Then he took pain
TO make fast the trio's respective
arms and legs with strips torn from
nightgown belonging to Sam.
Il was his laudable intention Q,
pack the unconscious Felix int
town and jail him for the stage
coach robbery II was a bold plan
but Billy always rather favored th
bold plan with Craft in Jail an
wearing the clothing worn by IN
robber. TO which clothing the com
plaisant Jerry Fern and his passen
gers would undoubtedly he pre-
pared to swear it would he hard In
deed. il Bill could not fasten tn
robbery on him. Craft.
II must have been his good ang,
who caused him to look through tn
front window He looked and saw
cloud OF horsemen securing towar
the ranch house. He Immediate
Recognized. TO his great disgust ha
dozen of Sam Larders puncher
He abandoned the plan OF takin
Felix Craft 10 town. He would b
hard put TO ESCAPE himself
Billy topped his mount struck I
The spurs and fed. The other hors
he perforce left standing
CHAPTER XII.
Nate Samson. weighing sugar 10
Hazel Walton, looked az her side
wise. Heard the news Hazel ?"
Red Herring. the town marsha
slouching against a showcase. Gov
ertly watched the girl.
"Somebody killed Tip O'Gorma
in his own house last night" sal
Nate.
Hazel wondered why Mates eye
never left her face. Tip O'Gorman
He was one OF Uncle Toms Friends
Who did it7"
They found Bill Wingo's quirt o
the floor beside the body and righ
inside the door a snakeskin haitian
the whole town knows belongs t
Bill"
Hazels cheeks began to glow
rThat doesn't prove anything" sh
declared in a level voice.
Hazers black eyes were gitterin
through slitted eyelids. Really. MAJ
Samson should have been warned
You think Bill did it?" aske
Hazel Walton.
Nate nodded. so does everybot
else"
AT any rate" Nate pursued wit
relish. there's a warrant out Z,
Bill"
Another warrant" Hazels har
moved imperceptbly nearer
cheeseknife that lay on the counte
Another warrant. That max
three counts he's wanted on-stai
bbery. rustling that Chestnut hor
OF Sam Larder's and now this mu
der. ] always said Bill wingo W
too good to be true.
Hazel Walton made no furth
remark. She reached for the chees
knife. Nate Samson ducked und
the counter. The cheesekn|
whirred within an inch Of his pric