The Holbrook news., 1922-12-29
By Courtney Ryley Cooper
Copyright by Little, Brown [ Co.

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 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-jack- ing at swimmer" had their backs turned. Onward-until Harry and Fairchild were within ten feet of the "high-jackers," while Anita waited, stone in hand, in the background. Came a yell. high-pitched, fiendish, racking, as Harry leaped forward. And before the two Thigh -jackers" could concentrate enough to use their sledge and drill as weapons, they weie 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 WCul 1T NOlCC dS hhOSh'sh Blindeye Bozeman staggering for he third time against the hanging wall, only to see him rise and to knock hin down once more.
 Dizzily the sandy-haired man swung about in his tracks. sagged, then fel |, unconscious. Fairchild leaped upon him, calling at the same time to the girl:
 Find me a ropel I'll truss his hands while he's knocked outI'
 Anita leaped into action, to kneel at Fairchild's side a 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 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 bloody blighter! Talk Englishl Ear me-rll knock the bloody ell out of you If you don't. Talk English-llke this: Throw up your 'andsr Ear mel"
 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 it?" he asked. "No? Sye it again!"
 'Throw up your 'ands!" came the answer of the beaten man on the ground. Anita ran forward.
 Its a good deal like It." she answered. But the tone was higher"
 Raise your tone!" 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. It sounded just like 1t '"
 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.
 Bill" he shouted, Eve 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. might as well kill you as not. It's penitentiary offense to 1t a man un- derground unless there's a good req son. So I'm ready to go the ole route. So tell it-tell 1t 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-upT
 There was long silence. Finally:
 "Where's Rodaine?"
 "In Center City" It was Anita who spoke. "He's 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 manT
 Once more a long wait. Finally:
 "What do get for it?"
 Fairchild moved to the mans side.
 My promise and my partners 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 danceT
 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 wiggled his mustache fiercely. "Tell it or I'll pound your cad into a jelly"
 That's about the size of It."
 But Fairchild was fishing in hts pockets for pencil and paper, finally to bring them forth.
 Mot 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- ingly. Make hit fulsome, Bill-tell just low you did it!"
 And Taylor Bill, bloody, eyes black. lips bruised, obeyed. Fairchild took the bescrawled paper and wrote his name as a witness, then handed 1t to Harry and Anita for their signatures. At last, he placed it in his pocket and faced the dolorous high-jacker.
 "What else do you know, Bill?"
 About what? Rodaine? Nothing except that we were in cahoots on th;c oroSc-crf Thara icprt o.v ,,.o