Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-10-09

!, "What?"
IF they get me-but no matter;
they amt a-going to get me-"
Were you going to tell me where
| those Jewels are hidden, Mixer" in
quired the young man, still busy
with his fish. He did not look
around when he spoke. Clinch's
murderous gaze was fastened on the
back of his head.
Don't go to gettin' too damn
nosey, Hail." he said in his always
agreeable voice.
Smith soused all the fish In water
again: You'd better tell somebody
If you go cunning for Quintana.'
Did 1 ask your advice"
You did not" said the young
man, smiling.
"All right. Mind your business"
Smith got up from the waters
edge with his pan of trout:
THAT'S what I shall do, Mike"
he said, laughing. 80 go on with
your private war; it's no button off
my pants if Quintana gets you"
He went away toward the ice
house with the trout. Eve Strayer,
doing chamber work, watched the
young man from an upper room.
| LAC SA1AS At4otA4SL was ~ AAO
Smith-but that very instinct
aroused her distrust. What was a
man Of his breeding and education
doing at Clinch's dump? Why vas
he content to hang around and do
chores? A man of his type who
has gone crooked enough to stick
up a tourist in an automobile nour-
ishes higher-though probably per-
verted-ambitions than a dollar a
day and board.
She heard Clinch's light step on
the uncarpeted stair; went on max
ing up Smiths bed; and smiled as
her stepfather came into the room,
still carrying his rifle.
4, He had something else in his
hand, too-a fiat, thin packet wrap
ped in heavy paper and sealed all
over with black wax.
"Girlie," he said, 1T want you
should do a little errand for me this
take longtime to go there and get
back to help with moor dinner"
VERY well, dad"
go git your pants on. grille"
you want me to go into the
woods?"
II want you to go to the hole in
the TOChS uIutT oLdr 1edh anu Ldy
this packet in the hootch cache"
She nodded, tucked in the sheets,
| smoothed blanket and pillow with
l deft hands, went out to her own
: room. Clinch seated himself and
turned a blank face to the window
1t was a sudden decision. He
realized now hat he couldn't keer
I, the jewels in his house. War wa:
l on with Quintana. The hotel
, would be the goal for Quintana AND
: his gang. And for Smith, too, il
I, ever temptation overpowered him
s The house was liable to an attemp'
e day, perhaps. 1t vas no place fol
the packet he had taken from Jos
Quintana.
Eve came in wearing gray shirt
h breeches, and puttees. Clinch gave
Z her the packet.
i Whats in it. dad?" she asked
smilingly.
Don't you get nosey. grille. Come
4 here"
She went to him. He put his lef-
$ arm around her.
you like me some. don't you
grille"
you know it, dad"
"All right. You're all tina
matters to me . . since you
e mother went and died . . . after
year . That was crool, grille
Only a year. Well, I amt caret
none for nobody since-only you
n grille"
e He touched the packet with hi
forefnger:
e "If I step out, that's yours. Blu
I amt a-going to step out. Put
with the hootch. You know how Il
. move that keystone"
Eyes, dad"
/" "And watch out that no gam
" protector and none of that damn
millionaire's wardens see you In tn
e woods. No, nor none o. these her
n fancy State Troopers. You gotti
" watch out this time. Eve. 1t mean
q everything to us-to you, grille
and to me. Go tip-toe. Lay low
d coming and going. Take a rife"
Eve ran to her bedroom and re
turned with her Winchester an
belt.
"You shoot to KILL" said Clincl
grimly, "if anyone wants to stol
s you. But lay low and you won
70 need to shoot nobody, grille. G'wa'
Y out the back way; Halls in the ic
house."
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