The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1922-08-18

still trailing along with the party ten
minutes later when Its scattered men,
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 1t 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 1t 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 a room with his three bench
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 a 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 whisper close
to the ear of Jerry. Likely he knows
more than he lets on. Shall make
pinch?"
The eyes of the gang leader mar
rowed. $50 he's friend of this sec
ond-story bird, is he?"
"Y'betchal" chirped up Johnnie,
"and Pm plumb tfckled 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, I
wasn't lookin for no trouble. Me,
L"
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.
He's got all he can carry, Mr.. 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 a. 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 I'm not gonna
do it this time, see? You beat it !"
Durand turned to one Of his follow
ers. "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 1t. Even as he
wobbled away he was looking with un-
wavering faith to his friend to right
his wrongs. Clay would fix this fell
| 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 miracle II
he found her.