The Hope pioneer., 1922-12-14
by Courtney Ryley Cooper
Copyright By Little, Brown 4co.

and Taylor Bill. And 'ere's where
they start getting their trouble"
He pulled at the door and 1t yielded
grudgingly. The three slipped past,
following along the line of the tram
track in the darkness, Harry's pick
handle swinging beside him as they
sneaked along. Rods that seemed
miles; at last lights appeared in the
distance. Harry stopped to peer ahead.
Then he tossed aside his weapon.
There's only two Of 'em-Blindeye
and Taylor Bill. could whip 'em
both myself. but TIL take the big 'un.
You" he turned to Fairchild-"you
get Blindeye."
"rll get him"
Anita stopped and CROPPED about for
a stone
I'LL be ready with something in case
OF accident" came with determination.
i've got quarter Of million in this,
myself"
They went on, fifty yards, hum
dred. Creeping now, they already
were within the zone Of light, but be-
fore them the two men, ,double-ja
ing at swimmer" had their backs
turned. Onward-until Harry and
Fairchild were within ten feet of the
"high-Jackers," while Anita waited,
stone in hand, In the background.
Came yell. high-pitched, fendish,
racking, as Harry leaped forward. And
before the two gh-jackers" could
concentrate enough to use their sledge
and drill as weapons, they wele
whirled about, battered against the
hanging wall, and swirling In q daze
Of blows which seemed to come from
everywhere at once. Wildly Harry
yelled as he shot blow after blow into
the face Of his ancient enemy. High
went Fairchild's voice as he knocked
Blindeye Bozeman staggering for .he
third time against the hanging wall,
only to see him rise and to knock him
down once more.
Dizzily the sandy-haired man swung
about in his tracks, sagged, then fel
unconscious. Fairchild leaped upon
him, calling at the same time to the
girl: ~
'Find me ropel I'll truss his
hands while he's knocked out!"
Anita leaped into action, to kneel
at Fairchild's side moment later
with hempen strand, as he tied the
mans hands behind his back. There
was no need to worry about Harry.
Glancing out Of a corner Of his eye,
Fairchild saw now that the big
Cornishman had Taylor Bill fiat on
his back and was putting on the finish
ing touches. And then suddenly the
exultant yells changed to ones of com.
mand.
'Talk English! Talk English, you
bloody blighterl Talk Englishl Ear
me-Tll knock the bloody ell out of
you If you don't. Talk English-like
this: Throw up your 'andsv Ear
me?"
Anita swerved swiftly and went to
her feet. Harry looked up at her
wildly. his mustache bristling like
the spines Of porcupine.
did you ear i'm sye it?" he asked.
"No? Sye it again!"
"Throw up your 'andsw came the
answer of the beaten man on the
ground. Anita ran forward.
ITS a good deal like it," she
answered. "But the tone was higher"
"Raise your tone!" commanded
Harry, while Fairchild, finishing his
job Of tying his defeated opponent,
rose, staring in wonderment. Then
the answer came:
"That's it-that's 1t. It sounded
just like it,"
And Fairchild remembered too-the
English accent Of the highwayman on
the night of the Old Times dance.
Harry seemed to bounce on the pros
trate form Of his ancient enemy.
"Bill," he shouted, "I've got you on
your back. And I've got right to
kill yoT 'Onest I ave. And I'll do
it too-unless you start talking. I
might as well kill you as not. It's t
penitentiary offense to 1t man un-
derground unless there's a good rea-
son. So I'm ready to go the ole route.
So tell it-tell it and be quick about
it. Tell it-wasn't you him?"
"Him-who?" the voice was weak,
frightened.
You know 'oo-the night Of the
Old Times dancel Didn't you pull
that 'old-up?"
There was long silence. Finally:
"Where's Rodaine?
"In Center City," It was Anita who
spoke. "He's getting ready to run
away and leave you two to stand the
brunt of all this trouble"
Again a silence. And again Harry's
voice:
"Tell it. Wasn't you the manr'
Once more long wait. Finally:
"What do I get for it,"
Fairchild moved to the mans side.
my promise and my partners
promise that II you tell the whole
truth, we'll do what we can to get you
leniency. So tell the truth; weren't
you the man who held up the Old
Times dancer"