Sioux County pioneer., 1922-11-23
BY Courtney Ryley Cooper
OopyTisht by Littls, Brown d @.

Copyzishs iy Lat.ls, Brown . @.
and Taylor Bill. And 'ers's whore
they start getting their trouble
He pulled at the door and Il yielded
grudg1nglS. The three slipped past,
following along the line Of the tram
track In the darkness Harry's pick
handle swinging beside him as they
meaked 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 Bin. could whip 'em
both myself. but I'll take the biz nm.
You he turned to Tairchild d-'.you
get Blindeye."
'I'll get him"
Anita stopped and CROPPED about for
a stone. s8 5
'TN be ready with something in case
Of accident" came with determination.
'Tye got q quarter Of a million Ia this,
myself" .sa b
They went on, ffty yards, hun
dred. Creeping now, they already
were within the gone Of light, but be-
fore them the two men, double-1ack-
ing at swimmer" had their backs
turned. Onward-until Harry and
Fairchild were within ten feet Of the
ahigh-jackers," while Anita waited,
stone In hand, in the background.
Came a yell, high-pitched, flendish,
racking. as Harry leaped forward. And
before the two 'high-jackers' could
concentrate enough to use their sledge
and drill as weapons; they welo
whirled about, battered against the
hanging wall, and swirling In a daxe
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. Eairchild leaped upon
him, calling at the same time to the
girl:
"Find me a ropel I'll truss his
hands while he's knocked out r.
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 q 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 Englishl Talk English, you
bloody blighterl Talk Englishl Ear
Eme-Ill knock the bloody ell out iof
you Il you don't. Talk English like
this: Throw up your 'andsl' Ear
met"
Anita swerved swiftly and went to
her feet. Harry looked up at her
wildly, his mustache bristling like
the spines Of porcupine.
ibid you ear 'im sye it7" he asked.
"No7 Sye 1t again"
Throw up your 'andsl'' came the
answer Of 1.-THE beaten man on the
ground. Anita ran forward.
TITS 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
i the answer came:
j That's it-that's It. 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.
sBill," he shouted, tive got you on
your back. And I've. got a, right to
kill you. 'Onest I ave, And I'll do
It too-unless you start talking. I
might as well kill you az not. It's {
I penitentiary offense to 1t q man un.
derground unless there's a good rea-
son. SO I'm ready to 90 the 'ole route.
i So tell it-tell It and be quick about
It. Tell it-wasn't you. him r.
laim-who1' the voice was weak,
i frightened.
You know 90 the night Of the
Old Times dancel Didn't you pull
that 'old,upl' 5
There was . long silence. Finally:
Where's Rodaine1