Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1922-11-10

chair like wildcat, aiming his hard
ened knockles straight for the leering
lips. Ike made the attack with aston
ishing Swiftness and power, and his
intention was to deliver at least one
terrific blow before Simon could get
his arms up to defend himself. He
had given the huge clan leader credit
for tremendous physical strength, but
he didn't think that the heavy body
could move with real agility. But the
great muscles seemed to snap into
tension the head ducked to one side,
and his own huge fists struck out.
If Bruces blow had gone straight
home where it had been aimed, Simon
would have had nothing more to say
for few moments at least. The leap
had been powerful and swift yet Who'll
ly inaccurate And the reason was
lust that his wrists and ankles had
which they had been confined. Simon
met the leap with a short, powerful
blow into Bruce's face; and he reeled
backward. The arms of the clansmen
alone kept him from falling.
The blow seemed to daze Bruce; and
at first his only realization was that
the room suddenly rang with harsh
and grating laughter. Then SimOn's
words broke through it. PUT back
the thongs" he ordered, "and go get
your horses"
Bruce was dimly aware of the fall
ing of a silence, and then the arms Of
door. But he couldn't see plainly al
first. He knew that the clan had
brought their horses and were waiting
for Simon's command. They loosenel
the ropes from about his ankles, and
two of the clansmen swung him on to
the back of horse. Then they passed
a rope under the horses belly and tied
his ankles anew.
Simon gave a command, and the
strange file started. The night air dis
full realization of all things came TO
him again.
One of the men-he recognized him
as Young Billed the horse on which
he rode. Two of the claRsmen rode in
front, grim, silent, incredibly tall fig
ures in the moonlight. The remainder
rode Immediately behind. Simon him.
self bowed in his saddle, kept little
to one side Their shadows were long
and grotesque on the soft grass of the
meadows, and the only sound was the
soft football of their mounts
A full mile distant across the lush
fields the cavalcade halted about a
grotesque shadow In the grass. Bruce
didn't have to look at it twice to know
what it was: the half-devOured body
of the yearling calf that had been the
Killers prey the night before. From
thence on, their operations became as
OutlandiSh occurrences in dream.
They seemed TO know just what to do
bound his feet again, then laid him in
the fragrant grass They searched his
pockets, taking the forged note that
had led to his downfall. ut saves me
trip" Simon commented. He saw
two of them lift the torn body of the
animal on to the back of one of the
horses, and he watched duly as the
horse plunged and wheeled under the
unfamiliar weight.
Simon spoke in the silence, but his
words seemed to come from far away
"Quiet that horse or kill him." he
said softly. "You can't drag the car
cass with your rope-the Killer would
trace it if you did and maybe spoil the
evening for Bruce"
Strong arms sawed at the bits, and
the horse quieted, trembling For a
moment Bruce saw their white moon
lit faces as they stared down ut him.
"What about a gag?" one of the
men asked.
"No. Let him shout if he likes. There
is no one to hear him here"
Then the tall men swung on their
horses and headed back across the