The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-08

1t was not so easy to hit Danglar's arm. or Danglar's hand, or the re- volver Danglar held. and if she risk ed that and missed, she
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 There was the roar of report that went racketing through the silence like a cannon shot. and the short. Gray's revolver muzzIe stabbed through the black. There was a scream of mingled surprise and fury, and the revolver in Danglar's hand clattered to the floor. She saw the Adventurer spring, quick as a pan ther, at the other, and saw him whip blow after blow with terrific force full into Danglar's face; she heard rush of feet coming from the corridor behind her; anad she flung herself forward into the inner room, and panting, snatched at the door and slammed it shut, and groping for the bolt, found it, and shot it home in it's grooves
 And she stood there, weak for the moment, and drew her hand across her eyes-and behind her they pound burst of oaths; and in front of her the Adventurer was smiling gravely as he covered Danglar with Dang1ar's own revolver; and Danglar, as though daZed and half stunned from the blows he had received, rocked un- steadily upon his feet. And then her eyes widened a little. The pounding on the door, the shouts, the noice, was beginning to arouse what in mates there were in the tenment, and there wasn't an instant to 1ose-but the Adventurer now was calmly gathering up, to the last one, and pocketing them, the banknotes with which Danglar had -baited his trap. And as he crannmed the money into his pocokets, he spoke to her, with curious softnessi, a great, strange gen. tleness, in his voice:
 'I owe you my life, Miss Gray That was a wonderful shot. You his pockets, he sspoke to her with a without even grazing his fingers A very wonderful shot, and-win you let me say it?-you are a very wonder full woman"
 "Oh, quick!' she whispered wildly, "I am afraid this door will not hold"
 There is the window, and the fire escape, so our friend here was good enough to inform me-" said the Ad- venturer, as he composed1y pocksted the last dollar. twill you open the window, Miss Gray, if you please? I am afraid I hit MT. Dainglar a little urgently, and as he is still somewhat groggy, fancy he will need little assistance. I ina gine"-he caught Danglar suddenly by the collar of his coat as Rhoda Gray ran to the window and flung it up, and rushed the un- ceremoniously across the room-"I imagine it would be a mistake to leave him behind. He might open the door, or even be unpleasant enough to throw something down on us from above; also he should serve us very well as hostage. Will you go first, please, Miss Gray?''
 She climbed quickly over the sill to the iron platform, Danglar was dragged through by the Adventurer, mumbEng, and evidently still in half-dazed condition. Windows were opening here and there. From back inside the room, the blows rained more heavily upon the door-and now there came the rip and rend of wood, as though a panel had crashed in.
 Hurry. please, Miss Gray." prompt ed the Adventurer.
 It was dark, almost too dark to see her footing. She felt her way down. | It was only one story above the l ground, and it did not take long; but l it seemed hours since she had fired l that shot, though she knew the time | had been measured by scarcely moro | than a minute. And now, on the low ] CT platform. waiting for that queer, | double, twisting shadow of the two | men to join her, she heard the Ad- l venturer's voice ring out sharply:
 '"This is your chance, Danglar! I ! didn't waste the time to bring you | along because it afforded me any They've found their 1 heads at last, and gone to the next 1 window, instead of wasting time on | that door. They can't reach the fire l escape there, but if they fire g single | ih ot-you go out! You'd better tell l them so-and tell them quick!"
 And then Danglar's voice snriekeC 1 put in sudden. wild appeal:
 "Skeenyi Skeeny! Don't fire. D, -ou hearo For Gods sake, don irei"
 They were all on the lower platforl ogether now. The Adventurer WE nressing the muzzle of h:s revoiv. nto the small of Danglar's back, an vas still supporting the man by Il ,oIlar of his coat
 'I think" said the Adventurc abruptly, that we can now dispers yith MT. Danglar's services. and m sure a little cool night air O. aere on the fire escape will do hi -ood Miss Gray-would you mine
 there's a pair of handcuffs in T. eft-hand coat pocket
 Handcuffsi &She could have 1augi q out idiotically. Handcuffs,' The ,aemed the most inconsruous thin T the world for the Adventurer ave- She felt mecha nically in h 7ocket, and handed them to him.
 There was a click as a cuff wa
 mapped over Danglar's wrist. anotheE $ the other cuff was snapped shut
 round the iron hand-railing of the | Ire escape. The act seemed tc rouse Danglar. both mentally and | 2tlysically. He tore and wrencaed at he steel links now. and burst sudden " ravinS, into paths.
 Hold your tongue. Danglart" or tered the Adventurer in cold menace. | and as the other. cowed. obeyed. the 1 swung himself over the | platform and dropped to the ground. Come. Miss Gray. Dropi I'll catch |