Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-02
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| going to do a quick job that the
police were too cowardly to do
that he was a-going to find Mike
Clinch down to Drowned Valley and
kill him; and if he could catch
Mikes daughter, too, he'd spoil her
, face for life"
j., "What next?" demanded the
trooper impatiently. Tell your
story and quit thinking how you
were misused!"
HE told me to stay in the shanty
for an hour or he'd do for me
good" cried Fry. "Once I got
up and went to the door, and there
he stood by the brook, wolfing my
lunch with both hands. 1 tell you
he cursed and drove me, like a dog,
inside with his big pistol-my God
Then, the next time I took a
chance he was gone. F.. And /
beat it here to get me a rifle" The
boy broke down and sobbed: "He
drove me around-like a dog-he
did"
You leave that to me-" inter-
rupted Lannis sharply. And. to
Wier: you and George had better
get a gun apiece. That fellow might
come back here or go to Harrod
Place if we starve him out"
Wier said to Fry: GO up to
Harrod Place and tell Jansen your
story and bring back two 45-70's.
. . And quit sniveling. .
You may get a shot at him yet"
Behind the curtains of her open
window Eve Strayer, lying on her
bed, had heard every word.
Crouched there beside her pillow
she peered out and saw Trooper
Lannis ride away; saw the Fry boy
start toward Harrod Place on a
run; saw Ralph Wier watch them
of sight and then turn and re-
enter the lodge.
Wrapped in Darragh's big blan-
ket robe she got off the bed and
opened her chamber door as Wier
was passing through the living
room.
"Please-I'd like to speak to you
a moment" she called.
Wier turned instantly and came
to the partly open door.
Il want to know" she said,
where I am"
"Ma'am ?"
"What is this place."
ITS a hatchery"
Whose p"
"Ma'am?"
Whose lodge is this? Does it
belong to Harrod Place? ?"
Were h-hootch runners Miss"
stammered Wier, mindful of in
structions, but making a poor bust
Smith, we u a Easy One and
We strip trout for a blind and sell
to Harrod Place-Hal and l.
"Who is Hal Smith," she asked.
"Ma'am?"
The girls fiower-blue eyes turned
icy: "Who is the man who calls
himself Hal Smith ?" she repeated.
Wier looked at her. red and
dumb.
as he a trooper in plain cloth
she demanded in a bitter
voice. "Is he n of the commits
sioner's spies? Are you one, too?"
Wier gazed miserably at her, I'M
able to formulate a convincing lie.
She flushed swiftly as a terrible
suspicion seized her:
us this Harrod property? Is Hal
Smith old Harrod's heir? Is he 2"
my God, Miss"
HE isl"
She flung open the door and came
put into the living-room.
Hal Smith is that nephew of ola
Harrod," she said calmly. His
name is Darragh. And you are one
Of his wardens. . . And 1 can't
stay here. Do you understand?
Wier wiped his hot face and
waited. The cat was out; there was
l hole in the bag; and he knew
here was no use in such lies as he
could tell.
He said: "All I know, Miss, is
I was to look after you and get
you whatever you want"
81 want my clothes!"
"Ma'am?"
my clothes" she repeated i'm
patiently. Eve got to have them!"
Where are they, ma'am?" asked
bewildered man.
AT the same moment the girls
eyes fell on a pile of mems sporting
sent down from
Harrod Place to the lodge-lying
on a leather lounge near a gum
rack.
Without a glance at Wier, Eve
went to the heap of clothing, tossed
1t about, selected cords, two pairs
OF wooden socks, gray shirt, puttees.
shoes, flung the garments through