Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-10-17
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Ia kina wallerin' noise an a slobber
like he was gulpin' mud.
Then l foller them there sounds
and l come out by that sink-hole.
The water was a-shakin' all over il
but Jake he had went down plum
out o. sight. Twant nc use. / cut a
sapling an 1 poked down. l was
sick and scared like, so when you
come up over the moss, not maxim
no noise. an grabbed me-God!-I
guess you'd jump, too"
Quintana's dark, tense face was
expressionless when Leverett ven
tured to look at him. Like most
liars he realized the ACCESSIBILITY of
looking his victim straight in the
eyes. This he managed to accom-
plish, sustaining the cold intensity
of Quintana's gaze as long as he
deemed it necessary. Then he start
ed toward his rifle. Quintana block
ed his way.
Where my packet?"
"Gol ram it! Amt l told you?
Jake had it in his pocket"
My packet?"
"Yaas, y%ourn."
"My packet. it is down in thee
sink 'ole?"
You think I'm lynn? % clustered
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Quintana,s extended arm. The arm
swerved and clutched him by the
collar of his flannel shirt.
"Wait, my ~frien'," said Quintana
in a soft voice. You shall explain
to me some things before you CO."
Explain what!-you gol ding
ed"
Quintana shook him into speech
lessness.
Listen, my frien'," he continued
with a terrifying smile. Il mus ask
you what it was, hat gun-shot,
which 1 hear while I wait at
Drown Valee. Eth? Who fire a
gun?"
"I amt heard no gum" replied
Leverett in a strangled voice.
You did not shoot? MOP"
"No!-damn it all"
and Jake? He did no fire?"
mo, 1 tell yeh-"
"Ah! Someone lies. 1t is not me,
my frien'. No. Let us examine
your rifle
Leverett made a rush for the gun;
Quintana slung him back against
the oak tree and thrust an auto
matte pistol against his chin.
Hans up, my %frien'," he said
gently, up! high up!-or some
one will fire another shot you shall
never hear . Sol . . Now I
search the other pocket . Sol
. Still no packet. Bah! Not in
the pants, either? All, bah! But
wait! ITEMS! What is this you hide
inside your shirt"
Il was jokin'." gasped Leverett;
& was jest a-goin' to give it to
you
as that nv Dacket2"
eyes. 1t was all in fun; I wasn't
a-going to steal it"
Quintana unbuttoned the gray
wool shirt, thrust in his hand and
drew forth the packet for which
Jake Kloon had died within the
hour.
Suddenly Leverett's knees gave
way and he dropped to the ground,
groveling at Q%uintana's feet in an
agony of fright:
Don't hurt me-" he screamed,
I didn't meant no harm! Jake,
he wanted me to steal it. L told him
| was hopest. I fired a shot to scare
him, an he TUX an u off! 1 want
to steal it off you, so help
me God! 1 was lookin' for you-as
God is my witness"
He got Q%uintana by one foot.
Quintana kicked him aside and
away.
Swine" he said, calmly inspect
ng the whimpering creature who
started to crawl toward him.
He hesitated, lifted his automatic.
hen, as though annoyed by Lev
deafening Shrek, shrugged,
lesitated, pocketed both pistol and
packet, and turned on his heel.
By the birch sapiing he paused
nd picked up L~everett's rifle. Some
hing left a red smear on his palm
IS he worked the ejector. 1t was
blood.
Quintana gazed curiously at his
oiled hand. Then he stopped and
up the empty cartridge case
which had been elected. And, as he
topped, he noticed more blood on a
allen leaf.
With one foot, daintily as a game
.ock scratches, he brushed away the
allen leaves, revealing the mess I'M
ierneath .
After he had contemplated the
traces Of murder for a few
moments he turned and looked at
with faint curiosity.
$50" he said in his leisurely, emo
way, you have fight with