Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1922-11-03
by Courtney Ryley Cooper
cOpyrish. By Little, Brown q Co.

lie pulled at the door and II yielded
grudgingly. The three slipped past.
Following along the line OF the tram
track In the darkness, Harrys 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--Bllndeye
and Taylor Bill. | could whip 'em
both myself, but I'll take the big 'un.
You" he turned to Fairchlld-"you
get Blindeye."
"Tll get him"
Anita stopped and CROPPED about for
stone.
I'll be ready with something in case
of accident" came with determination.
i've got quarter Of million In this,
| myselfw
They went on, fifty yards, hun
dred. Creeping now, they already
were within the zone of light, but be-
fore them the two men, double-jacll-
ing at a swimmer" had their backs
| turned. Onward--untll Harry and
Falrchild were within ten feet of the
high-jackers," while Anita waited,
stone In hand, in the background.
Came a yell, high-pltched, fiendish.
racking, as Harry leaped forward. And
before the two "high- jackers" could
concentrate enough to use their sledge
and drill as weapons, they we've
whirled about, battered against the
hanging wall, and swirling in 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 Fairchld's voice as he Knocked
Blindeye Bozeman staggering Tor he
third time against the hanging wall,
only to see him rise and to knock him
down once more.
Dizzlly the sandy-halred man swung
about in his tracks. sagged. then fel ;,
unconscious. Falrchild leaped upon
him, calling at the came time to the
girl:
Find me rope! I'll truss his
hands while he's knocked Quit"
Anita leaped into action, to kneel
at Fairchilds side moment later
with hempen strand, as he tied the
mans hands behind his back. There
was no need to worry about Harry
CHANGING out of 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
blnJdy Brighter! Talk Englishl Ear
NELL kaock the bloody ell out of
you If you don't. Talk English--like
this: Throw up your 'ands! Ear
me?"
Anita swerved swiftly and went to
her feet. Harry looked up at her
wildly, his mustache brlstllng like
the spines of porcupine.
did you ear I'm sye 1T" he asked.
"No? Sye 1t agalnw
Throw up your 'ands!" 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 tone!" commanded
Harry. while Falrchild, 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,"
And Falrchild remembered too--the
English accent of the highwayman on
he night of the Old Times dance.
Harry seemed to bounce on the pros
trate form of his ancient enemy.
"Bill," he shouted, "Tve got you on
your back. And I've got Il right Ia
kill you. 'Onest | ave. And I'll do
too--unless YOU start talking.
might as well kill you as not. It's [
penitentiary offense to 1t man un-
derground unless there's q good red
SON. So I'm ready to go the ole route
SO tell lt-tell 1t and be quick about
II. Tell it--wasnt you him?"
"Hlm-whOW 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 RodalneT'
"In Center City" 1t was Anita who
spoke. Hes getting ready to rur
away and leave you two to stand tn,
brunt of all this trouble"
Again a silence, And again Harry''
voice:
TELL II. Wasn't you the manf
Once more a long wait, Finally:
"What do | get for III"
Falrchlld moved To the mans side
"My promise and my partner
promise that If you tell tile whole
= truth, wen do what we can to get yol
n leniency. SO tell the truth; weren'
Y you the man who held up the Ole
[ Times dancer
E Taylor Bill's breath Travelled slow
g " past his bruised lips,
Y "Rodaine gave me a hundred dol
2 lars to pull IT," came finally.
I "And you stole the horse and every
thing"
"And cached the stuff by the Blu
Danny co'S tn get fine blnmpY" Harr'