The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-09-20

unconscious. Fairchild leaped upon
him, calling at the same time to the
girl:
Find me a rope! I'll truss his
hands while he's knocked QUIT"
Anita leaped into action, to kneel
at Fairchild's side a moment later
with a hempen strand, as he tied the
mans hands behind his back. There
was no need to worry about Harry.
CHANGING out of a corner of his eye.
FairchiId 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 Brighter! Talk English! Ear
| NELL knock the bloody ell out of
you If you don't. Talk English-like
| this: Throw up your lands! Ear
/ me?"
| Anita swerved swiftly and went to
| her feet. Harry looked up at her
! wildly, his mustache bristling like
the spines of a porcupine.
did you ear I'm sye itP' he asked.
"No3 Sye it againr'
Throw up your lands !" came the
| answer of the beaten man on the
| ground. Anita ran forward.
Its good deal like it," she
/ answered. 'But the tone was higher"
"Raise your toner 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 it. 1t sounded
! just like it,"
h And Fairchild remembered too-the
Il 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 you. 'Onest I ave. And I'll do
1 it tOO-unless you start talking. I
might as well kill you as not. It's
pententiary Offense to it a man I'M
foreground unless there's a good rea-
son. SO I'm ready to go the ole route.
SO tell it-ten 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 dance! Didn't you pull
that 'old-up?'
There was long silence. Finally:
"Where's Rodaine?"
: "In Center City" 1t was Anita who
. spoke. Hes 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 manY'
Once more a long wait. Finally:
"What do 1 get for it?"
Fairchild moved to the mans side.
my promise and my partner
promise that if 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
Taylor Bills breath travelled slow
ly past his bruised lips.
"Rodaine gave ME a hundred dol
lars to pull it," came finally.
and you stole the horse and every
thing"
And cached the stuff by the Blue
Poppy, SOS I'd get the blame?" Harry
l wiggled his mustache fercely. Tell
it or I'll pound your cad into q
1 jelly"
i That's about the size Of it,
= But Fairchild was fishing in his
: pockets for pencil and paper, finally
Z to bring them forth.
81 Not that we doubt your sincerity,
Bill" he said sarcastically, but think
: things would be a bit easier if you'd
!: just write it out. Let him up, Harry
: The big Cornishman obeyed grudg
3 ingly. Make hit fulsome, Bill-tell
3 just 'ow you did it,"
8 And Taylor Bill. bloody, eyes black
!: lips bruised, obeyed. Fairchild took
3 the bescrawled paper and wrote his
4 name as a witness, then handed it tC
q Harry and Anita for their signatures
3 At last, he placed it in his pocket ant
8 faced the dOlorOus high-jacker.
9 What else do you know, Bill?"
: about what? Rodaine? Nothing
except that we were in cahoots or
\ this crOss-cut. There isn't any use
denying it'-there had come to the
surface the inherent honor that Il
in every metal miner, a Submarines:
that may lie dormant, but that, sooner
or later. must rise. There is some
thing about taking wealth from tn,
earth that is clean. There is some
MI fhinr NJ - nh ~
1 its very nature, something that build
big men in stature and in ruggedness
1 and it builds an honor which fight
against any attempt to thwart it
1 Taylor Bill was finding that homo
now. He seemed TO straighten. Hi
teeth bit at his swollen bruised Inns
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