Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-10-23
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Twice had the beautiful
EVE STRAYER been near death
that day. twice had she barely
escaped with her life from the
hands Of men who fought with
blind frenzy in the Adirondack
woods to gain possession Of tho
gem of priceless worth. the F1am-
ing Jewel, which her rough and
law-breaking step-father
MIKE CLINCH, madly boarded as
the means of giving her "the edu-
cation of a lady"
First stolen from the refugee
COUNTESS OF ESTHONIA by
QUINTANA, the great international
thief and then stolen from Quin-
tana by Clinch. the ieyel had
reached America and was now
under Ewes pillow as she reccv-
cred from her treatment at the
hands Of Quintana and the MUIR
derer. Leverett.
Clinch was now in the woods,
savagely intent on wiping out Quin-
tana's gang and with him was
JAMES DARRAGH, known as
HAL SMITH, who unknown to
Clinch, had sworn to restore the
jewel to the beggared countess.
Guarding Eve was
TROOPER STORMONT, the man
she suddenly realized she loved.
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Episode Seven
Clinch's Dump
CHAPTER /
When Mike Clinch babe Hal
Smith return to the Dump and take
care of Eve. Smith already had de-
cided to go there.
Somewhere in Clinch's Dump was
hidden the Flaming Jewel. Now
was his time to search for 1t.
There were two other reasons why
he should go back. One of them
was that Leverett was loose. II
anything had called Trooper Stor-
mont away. Eve would be alone in
the house. And nobody on earth
could forecast what q coward like
Everett might attempt.
But there was another and nor
serious reason for returning to
Clinch's. Clinch blood-mad. vas
headed for Drowned Valley with his
men, to stop both ends Of that vast
morass before Quintana and his
gang could get out.
1t was evident that neither Chnch
nor any of his men-although their
very lives depended upon famiiiari-
ty with the wilderness-knew that
a third exit from Drowned Valley
existed.
And that was why Darragh. or
Hal Smith finally decided to return
to Star Pond-because If Quintana
had been told or had discovered that
.,--,, 49, ~ nH NLat
ley, he might go straight to Clinch &
Dump . . And ~supposing, Stor-
mont was still there how long could
tana's gang?
No sooner had Clinch and his
motley followers disappeared in the
dusk than Smith unslung Ills basket
pack, fished out a big electric torch.
flashed it tentatively, and then, re-
singing the pack and taking his
rifle in his left hand. he set on at
an easy swinging stride.
For a long while he did not dare
to use his torch; but now he was
obliged to.
He shined the ground at his feet,
elevated the torch with infinite pre-
caution, throwing a fan-sllaped light
over the stretch of sink he had sus-
pected and feared. 1t ianked the
fiat, wet path of rock on either side.
Here Death spread it's Shiny trap
at his very feet.
Then as he stood taking his bear
ings with burning torch, far ahead
in the darkness a light flashed, went
out, flashed twice more, and was ex-
tinguished.
Quintana!
Smiths wits were working like
lightning, but instinct guided him
before his brain took command. He
level his torch and repeated the
three signal flashes. Then. In dark
ness, he came to swift conclusion
For three hundred yards, count
ing his strides, he continued On.
Then, in total darkness, he pocketed
the torch, slid a cartridge into the
breach of his rife, slung the weapon:
pulled out a handkerchief, n tied
it across his face under has eyes
He continued to move forward
After a little while his ear caught 3
slight splash ahead. Suddenly a
glare of light enveloped him.
rs it you. Harry Beck2'
Instinct led again while vita
worked madly; Harry Beck is two
miles back on guard. Where il
Sard?"
The silence became terrible. Once
the glaring light in front move
then became fixed. There was .
light splashing. Instantly SMITH
realized that the man in front nae
set his torch in a ~tree-crotcb ano
was now covering somewhere De-
hind a leveled weapon. His voice
came ~presentIy:
HE. Drap-a that-a gun damn
quick!"
Smith bent, leisurely. and laid MA
rifle on a messy rock.
Now! You there! Why yeu wan'
Sard! Eth
"Ill tell Sard, not you,' retorte1