New Britain herald., 1922-03-20


 The district attorney looked over at Rafe. Il suppose we gotta"
 Rafe came fiatly to the point. How about gettin' rid of Tip o'Gorman?" Lessee what Sam Larder and Graf ty say," the district attorney offered uneasily
 No, not them, either of 'em," Rafe declared firmly. They're friends of Tips"
 Rafe brought his open palm down on his knee with a crack like pis- tol shot T got it." cried Rafe. "1 got! We'll get three of 'em at one lick.
 "We'll get Simon and that foreman of his drunk. We'll sick the pair of 'em on Tip O'Gorman. They'll put the kibosh on Tip, and the word will be passed for the sheriff. He will go to make the arrest and they'll plug him. Being drunk, they'll be desperate and won't care what they do."
 CHAPTER XII.
 Spring was in the air, but winter still held sway in the heart of Billy Wingo. He had not been able to make up his difference with Hazel Walton, or rather she had not made up her difference with him.
 Came a night of heavy rain and wind. Billy Wingo, a lamp on the table at his elbow, was reading a Denver newspaper. A sudden gust drove a spatter of rain across the windows. There was a soft thump followed by sliding sound against the outside door. Someone uttered in a woman's voice a muffled vail
 Billy went at once to the door and lifted the latch. There was some thing lying on the doorstep and sill something that moved little. Billy lei the door fly open. The something was apparently a woman in distress Billy bent down, endeavoring to slir his hands under her shoulders. Billy bent a little lower and-Smash
 Hes coming out of it," voice was saying. T saw his eyelids flick er."
 Billy kept his eyes shut. although he was now completely conscious. Ht believed he knew the owners of thos. three voices. Sam Larder, Feli1 Craft and Tip O'Gornan. He opened his eyes. Yes, he was right. Ther' they were, the three of them. But i was daylight, and a day of sunshine too. And the last thing he remem bered was a night of wind and rain Glad to see you're coming round, said Tip O'Gorman. How you feel pretty good?"
 Pretty good-considering." replied n1 get here?"
 You're in my house." said San Larder. You were-uh-brough here"
 "Who was the woman?" inquire, Billy.
 "I was the woman," replied Graf 9 demurely.
 That was one on me. But Tn still wonderin'. You fellers went t a lot of trouble to carry me clear ou here. suppose you fellers thin1 you'll be able to get Dan Slike off b kidnapin' me-
 About Dan Slike we don't car three whoops in he'll" replied Tip.
 ''I didn't really think you did," sai Billy frankly, "but knowing how yo and Tuckleton-"
 No, no, Bill" interrupted ri hastily, don't go fussin about Raft Our business is with you. Here W are. Here's you"
 Bill, you left your office in Golde Bar last night. and took your riff with you and both your guns," re sumed Tip. You went to the stabl and saddled your red-and white pint and rode out of town.''
 Several people saw you. saw yo so plainly that they could swear t your identity on the witness stand.
 That's good Con, Tippy, ol settler. You've got to where me an my gallant steed are a-skulking in tn underbrush with half the town watch ing us like lynxes. What did I d next?"
 This afternoon you'll hold up tn Hilsville stage"
 Will l wear a mask? ?"
 "Naturally-and your horse will b seen, your red-and- white pinto tha everybody knows. It's something lik the trick you worked on Driver an Slike.
 Everybody on the stage will b able to swear to your clothes an your horse and your guns. One ( your guns has a brass guard. Ths gun especially will be remembered.
 Look here, fellow citizens. who going to take my part in this stag hold-up?' asked Billy.
 T will," said Craft modestly. rode your pinto out of town last nigh and I think I made, a good impre.