The Holbrook news., 1922-07-21
% The BigIown Round Up
 

still trailing along with the party ten minutes later when its scattered mem bers drew together in tacit admission that the hunted man had escaped.
 The gang leader was in vile tenn per. If this story reached the news papers all New York would be laugh ing at him. He could appeal to the police, have Clay Lindsay arrested, and get him sent up for a term on the charge of burglary But he could not do it without the whole tale coming out. One thing Jerry Durand could not stand was ridicule. His vanity was one of his outstanding qualities, and he did not want it widely known that the boob he had intended to trap had turned the tables on him, man. handled him. jeered at him and locked him in room with his three hench- men.
 Johnnie Green chose this malapropOs moment for reminding the officers of the reason for the coming to the house.
 What about the young lady?" he asked solicitously. Durand wheeled on him, looked him over with an insolent, malevOlent eye, and jerked thumb in his direction. "WhO Is this guy?"
 He's the fellow tipped us off his pal was inside" answered one of the pa- trOlmen. He spoke in a whisper close to the ear of Jerry. Likely he knows more than he lets on. Shall I make a pinch?"
 The eyes of the gang leader mar rowed. "So he's friend of this sec ond-story bird, is he?"
 "Y'beteha chirped up Johnnie, land I'm plumb tickled to take his dust. too. Now, about this yere young lady"
 Jerry caught him hard on the side of the jaw with shOrt-arm jolt. The range-rider hit the pavement hard. Slowly he got to his feet nursing his cheek.
 What yuh do that for, dOggone it?" he demanded resentfully. Me, l wasn't lookin' for nc trouble. Me, T."
 Durand leaped at him across the sidewalk His strong fingers closed on the throat of the bow-legged puncher.
 The officers pried Jerry loose from his victim with the greatest difficulty. He tried furiously to get at him, lunging from the men who were hold ing his arms.
 The puncher sank helplessly against the wall
 Hes got all he can carry, Mir. Du- rand," one of the bluecoatS said, SoOth- ingly. You don't wantta croak. the little guy. Gimme the word, an I'll run him in for drunk"
 Jerry shook his head. 'Nope. Let him go, Pete"
 The policeman walked up to the Runt and caught him roughly by the arm. Move along outa here. I'd ought to pinch you, but Pm not gonna it this time, see? You beat it!'
 Durand turned to one of his follow CTS. Tail that fellow. Find out where he's stayin' and report"
 Helplessly Johnnie went staggering down the street. He did not under stand why he had been treated so, but the instinct of self-preservation car ried him out of the danger zone with out argument about it. Even as he wobbled away he was looking with un- wavering faith to his friend to right his wrongs Clay would fix this fel- low Durand for what he had done to him.
 
 Clay did his best under the handicap of lack of entente between him and the authorities to search New York for Kitty. He used the personal col umns of the newspapers. He got in touch with taxicab drivers, ticket-sel- lers, postmen, and station guards. All the time he knew that in such a maze as Manhattan it would be a miracle if he found her.