Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-12

AN hASSA ANA A1kN
had promised that there would b,
women and that one Of thenA SHOULD
be bribed to make a claim upon Cha,
at the proper moment. He had al
unhappy feeling that the gang politi
clan had thrown him down in this
II so. what did that mean? Hat
Durand some card up his sleeve
Was he using him as a catspaw t,
rake In his own chestnuts?
: Clarendon Bromheld began t.
weaken. He and Clay were the onl,
two men in the room in evening
clothes. His questioning eye fell OF
tough, Scared faces that offered hi.
no reinsurance. Any one or al
OF them might be agents Of Durand
He showed all of his chips out, put,
ting half Of them on number egh'
and the rest Of them on seventeen
His object was to lose his stack i'm,
mediately and be free to go. To hi.
annoyance the whirling ball dropped
into the pocket labeled eight.
Let's get out Of this hole" he said
to Lindsay in a low voice. IT dom,
like it,"
Suits me-" agreed the other.
AS Bromf1eld vas cashing his chips
Clay came rigidly to attention. Two
men had just come into the room
One of them was "Slim" Jim Collins
the other Gorilla Dave. AS yet they
at them, but at hts host. There was
a question in his mind he wanted
solved. The clubman's gaze passed
both the newcomers without the
least sign Of recognition.
II didn't know what this joint wa.
like or I'd never have brought y6u,'
apologfzed Clarendon. "a friend OF
mine told me about it. He's got a
queer fancy If he likes this fraszled
Clay acquitted Bromfeld of con-
He must have jbeen trailed
here by Durand's men. His, host had
nothing to do with it. What for?
They could not openly attack him.
nudged Dave. Both Of them, standing
the entrance, watched Lindsay
steadily.
Some one outside the door raised
the cry, 1.-THE bulls are comm"
Instantly the, room leaped to fren-
lied excitement. Men dived for the
doors. bets forgotten and chips scat
tered over the, floor. Chairs were
smashed as they charged over them,
overturned. The unwary were
trodden underfoot.
WSAAI III d P1LlCs w 1ly
had he been fool enough to trust Du-
NJ doubt the fellow would
him as willingly as he would
Lindsay. The raid was fifteen min
utes ahead Of schedule time. The
politician had betrayed him. He
FELT sure Of it. All the carefully pre-
pared plans agreed upon he jettison-
ed promptly. His sole thought was
to save himself, not to trap his rival.
Lindsay caught him by the arm.
Lets try the back room"
He followed Clay, Durand's gang
men at his heels. -
The lights went out. y
The westerner tried the window. It
was heavily barred outside. He turn
ed to search for a door.
Brought up by the partition, Brom-
field was whimpering with fear as he
too CROPPED for a way of escape. A
pale moon shone through the window
upon his evening clothes.
In the dim light Clay knew that
tragedy impended. slim" Jim had
automatic out.
1--WE got you good" the chauffeur
The gun cracked. Bromfield bleat-
ed in frenzied terror as Clay dashed
forward. A chair swung round in a
sweeping arc. AS it descended the
of the gun slashed through
the darkness a second time.
slim" Jim vent down, rolled over,
like a log.
Some one dived for Lindsay and
drove him against the wall, pinning
the first and caught the cattle
mans wrist
Then the, lights flashed on again.
Clay saw hat the mar who had flung
him against the partition was Gorilla
A plain-clothes man with a
star had twisted his wrist and was
clinging to it. Bromfield was. no.
where to be seen, but an open door
to the left showed that he had found
least a temporary escape.
A policeman came forward and
over the figure Of the pros
man.
Some ones croakef a guy" he
said.
Gorilla Dave spoke up quickly.
This fellow did it. With a chair. I
seen him"
There was a moment before Lind
say angered quietly. "He shot twice.
The u must be lying under him
where he fell"
Already men had crowded forward
to the Gene of the tragedy, moved by
the morbid curiosity a crowd has in
such sights. Two policemen pushed
them back and turned the still body
over. No revolver was to be sen.
Anybody know who this is one
Of the officers asked.
"Collins-'Slim' JIM" answered big
Dave.
well. he's got his this time" the
policeman said. Skull smashed."
Clay's heart sank. In thatSnoise Of
men and crashing furni-
ture very likely the sound Of the
shots had been muffled. The revolv-
gone, false testimony against him,
Clay knew that he was in
straits.
There was another guy here with
him in them glad rags volunteered
one of the gamblers captured in the
raid.
Who was he?" asked the plain
man of his prisoner.
Clay was silent. He was thinking
His enemies had him trap
ped at last with the help of circum-
uUhy bring Bromfeld into It?
e would m. an trouble and worry for
Beatrice.
Better speak NJ, Young fellow. me
advised the detecri-.. 1T won't
help you any to be sulky. You're up
the electric chair sure"
The Arizonan looked at him with
the level, unafraid eyes Of the hills.
II reckon I'll not talk till I'm
he said In his Glow drawl.
The handotffs clicked on his wrIstAS
CHAPTER XVI.
Bee Makes . Morning Can.
Colin Whitford came into the room