The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1922-12-09
By Courtney Ryley Cooper
Copyright By Little, Brown 3 Co.

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they start getting their trouble"
He pulled at the door and it yielded
grudgingly. The three slipped past,
following along the line of the tram
track in the darkness, Harry's 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-Blindeye
and Taylor Bill. could whip 'em
both myself, but I'll take the big 'un.
You" he turned to Fairchild-"you
get Blindeye."
"I'n get him."
Anita stopped and CROPPED about for
q stone.
"I'll be ready with something in case
of accident" came with determination.
1--WE got q quarter Of million in this.
myself"
They went on, fifty yards, a hum
dred. Creeping now, they already
were within the zone Of light. but be-
fore them the two men, double-1ack-
ing at a swimmer" had their backs
turned. Onward-until Harry and
Fairchild were within ten feet OF the
"high-jackers,s while Anita waited.
stone in hand, in the background.
Came a yell, high-pitched. fiendisl,
racking, as Harry leaped forward. And
before the two "high- jackers" could
concentrate enough to use their sledge
and drill as weapons, they weie
whirled about, battered against the
hanging wall, and swirling in a 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 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 htn
down once more.
Dizzily the sandy-haired man swung
about in his tracks, sagged. then Eel ,
unconscious. Fairchild leaped upon
him, calling at the same time to the
girl:
"Find me q rope! I'll truss his
hands while he's knocked QUIT"
Anita leaped into action, to kneel
at Fairchild's side moment later
| with hempen strand, Us 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 OH
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 English! Ear
NELL knock the bloody ell out OF
you II you don't. Talk English like
this: Throw up Jour 'ands! al
mer
Anita swerved swiftly and went te
her feet. Harry looked up at her
wildly, his mustache bristIing like
the spines Of a porcupine.
i did you ear i'm sye it7'' he asked
.Nof Sye 1t again!"
Throw up your 'ands!" came thu
answer Of the beaten man on the
ground. Anita ran forward.
cts a good deal like It." sht
answered. "But the tone was higher
| "Raise your toner commanded
Harry, while Fairchild. finishing hi,
job Of tying his defeated opponent
rose. staring In wonderment. Then
the answer came:
| "That's it-that's It. It sounde.
| Just like IT."
And Fairchild remembered tooth,
English accent OF the highwayman Of
| the night Of the Old Times dance
Harry seemed to bounce on the pros
trate form Of his ancient enemy.
| sBill," he shouted. i've got you o.
your back. And I've got a. right 4
kill you. 'Onest / ave. And I'll d
| 1t too-unless you start talking.
might as well XIII you as not. It's
| penitentiary offense to 1t man I'm
derground unless there's good rea
son. So I'm ready to go the ole route
| So tell it-tell It and be quick abou
Iit. Tell it--wasn't you himw
whoY the voice was veal
! frightened.
"You know 'oo-the night Of tn
Old. Times dancel Didn't you pul
that 'old-upf"
There was long silence. Finally
sWhere's Rodaine1'
.In Center City" It was Anita VIII
1 spoke. Hes getting ready to ru
I away and leave you two to stand tn
brunt Of all this trouble"
Again silence. And again Harry
voice:
sTell It. Wasn't you the man?"
Once more a long wait. Finally:
what do / get for TT
Fairchild moved to the mans sid
my promise and my partner
promise that II you tell the Who'll
truth, wen do what we can to get 20
IT leniency. So tell the truth: weren
, you the man who held up the OF
Times dancer
u Taylor Bits breath Travelled SLOW
! u past his bruised lips.
sRodaine gaye nc hundred do
lars to pull It, came finally.
"And ron stole the horse and ever.
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