The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1922-06-30

dived for their automatics. They wers
too late. Clay swung his body down
ward from the waist with q quick,
strong jerk. The man on his back
shot heels W head as though he
had been hurled from a catapult,
crashed face up on the table. and
dragged 1t over with him In his for
ward plunge to the wall.
Before any one else could move or
speak. Lindsay's gun was out.
Easy now" His voice was a gentle
drawl that carried q menace. LEM
me be boss Of the rodeo a while. No,
Gorilla. I wouldn't play with that club
II l was you. I'm sur h-l-a-mile
on this gunstufr. Drop itw The last
two words came sharp and crisp, for
the big thug had telegraphed an un-
intentional warning Of his purpose to
dive at the man behind the thirty
eight.
Gorilla Dawes fingers opened and
the blackjack dropped from his hand
to the floor.
For the love o. Mike, who Is this
guy" demanded one Of the other men.
a"Tm the fifth member Of our little
party" explained Clay.
"Wot tell do youse mean7 And
what's the big idea In most KILN the
chief?"
The man who had been flung across
the table turned over and groaned.
Clay would have known that face
among a thousand. 1t belonged to Jer-
~ Durand.
! came II at the wrong door and
without %announcln' myself" said the
cattieman, almost lazily, the unhurried
incidence Of his manner not shaken.
"YOu see I wanted to be on time so as
not to keep you waitin'. I'm Clay
Lindsay"
The more laxative Of the gunner
from the East side flashed one look
at the two autOmatics lying on the
floor beside the overturned table. They
might as we'll have been In Brazil for
allsthe good they were to him.
"Move over to the other side of the
room, Gorilla, and join yore two
friends" suggested the master Of cere-
monies. "And don't make any mis-
take. If you do you won't have time
to be sorry for it. I'll ce'tainly shoot
to kill"
The big-shouldered thug shuf1ed
over. Clay stepped sideways, watch |
Ing the three gunner every foot of the
way. kicked the automatics into the |
open, and took possession Of them.
He felt safer with the revolvers In his
coat pocket, for they had been within
reach Of Durand, and that member
of the party was showing signs of a re-
turn to active interest in the proeaad-
hgs.
when | get you right I'll Croak you.
By Cd, l WILL" sw2re the sang lead
er savagely, nursing his battered head.
mo big stiff from the bushes can
run anything over IN me-"
II believe you" retorted Clay easily.
THAT Is, l believe you're teiIin' me
yore Intentions straight. There's no
in that to write home about.
you'd better make that il instead
of when. This is three cracks you've
had at me and I'm still a right healthy
rube."
Don't bank on fool luck any more.
I'll get you sure" cried Durand sourly.
The gorge of the Arizonan rose.
'Mebbeso. You're a dirty dog, Jerry
Durand. From the beginning you were
4 rotten fighter-in the ring and out Of
t. You and yOre strOng-arm men!
you think I'm afraid Of you be-
you surround yoreself with dips
yeggmen and hopnuts, all scum
# the gutter and filth of the earth?
Where | come from men fight clean
md out in the open. They'd stomp
out like a r~attlesnake."
He whipped open the door, stepped
'ut, closed it, and took the key from
lis pocket. A moment, and he had
urned the lock.
From within there came q rush that
hook the panels. Clay was already
'usy searching for Kitty. He tore
pen door after door, calling her loud
Y by name. Even in the darkness he
Ould see that the rooms were empty
f furniture.
There was a crash Of splintering
'anels, the sound Of a bursting lock.
IlmOst as though it were an echo Of
came a heavy pounding upon the /.
treet door. Clay guessed that the {
hirty minutes were up and that the
.unt was bringing the pOlice.'H dived ,
ack into q Of the empty rooms [
ust in time to miss q rush Of men
along the passage to the stairs. I
Cut off from the street, Clay took
o the roof again. 1t would not do for
lin to be caught in the house by the
,olice. He climbed the ladder, pushed
lis way through the trapdoor opening,
nd hroathod dpoDIv NJ thn NIGHT air