The Dolores star., 1922-12-29
By Courtney Ryley Cooper
Copyright by Little. Brown & Co.

He pulled at the door and il 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 I'll take the big 'un.
You" he turned TO Farchlld-'you
get BlIndeye"
I'm get him"
Anita stopped and Sroped about for
stone.
I'm he ready with something in case
Of accident" came with determination.
I've got u quarter of million In this
mySelf!'
They went on, fifty yards, hun
dred. Creeping now, they already
We're within the zone NJ light. but he
fore them the two men. douhle-jacE-
ing at swimmer" had their backs
turned. Onwnrd-until Harry auh
U NlA emu "tlf NlAllAll h'll AffA VI 'fiN
high -jackerS." while Anita waited,
stone in hand. in the background.
Came Il yell. high-pitched teudiSll,
racking, as Harry leaped forward And
before the two thigh -laclcrS" could
concentrate enough to use their Slcd.c
and drlll aS weapons, they weI"
whirled about, battered against the
tu ,ri, rIf IfD,v In 4
of blows which seemed to come from
everywhere Mt 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 Bozemnn staggering Tor NE
third time against the hanging wall.
only to see him rise and to knock him
down once more.
DizziIy the sandy y-halred man swung
about In his tracks. sagged then fel
unconscious Fairchild leuprd upon
him, calling ut the same time to the
girl:
Find me II rope, I'll truss his
bands while he's knocked out :"
Anita leaped into action, to kneel
at Falrchild's side a moment later
with hempen strand, us he tied the
mans hands behind his back There
was no need to worry about Harry
Glancing ont Of n corner of his eye,
Farchild 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 yeIls changed to ones Of com
mand.
Talk English, Talk English. you
bloody bli-hter! Talk English! Ear
me-Tll knock the bloody ell out of
you If you don't. Talk English-lke
this: Throw up your 'ands" Ear
meF"
Anita swerved swiftly and went 10
her feet. Harry looked up at her
wildly, his mustache bristling like
the spineS of a porcupine.
Did you ear i'm sye it," he asked.
NO? Sye 1t again"
Throw up your 'ands,' came the
answer of the beaten man OF. 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. 1t sounded
just Ike it,"
And FalrchilG remembered too-the
English accent Of the h!ghwayman 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 II right to
Kill you. 'Onest I ave. And I'll do
It to"-unless you start talking.
might as well xii! you as not. It's
penitentiary offense to 1t u man un-
dergrOund unless there's a good red
son. SO I'm ready to 60 the ole route
So tell it-tell 1t and be quick about
II. Tell it--wasn't you him"
"Him-who?" the voice was weak,
frightened.
You know 'oo-the night of the
Old Times dance! Didn't you pull
that 'old-up?"
There was a long silence Finally:
where's Rodaine?"
"ln Center City" 1t was Anita who
spoke. He's getting ready to run
away and leave you two to stand the
brunt Of all this trouble"
Again silence. And again Hnrry's
voice:
Tell 1t. Wasn't you the MANI"
Once more long walt. Finally:
What do I get for itf'
Fairchild moved to the mans side.
'My promise and my partners
promise that If you tell the whole
truth, we'll do what we can to get yo,,
lenlency. SO tell the truth: weren't
you the man who held up the Old
Times dancer"
Taylor Bill's breath Travelled slow
iy past his bruised lips.
"Rodaine gave me hundred dol
lars to pull It," came finally.
And you stole the horse and every