Evening star., 1922-08-27

drip of the rain and the creak OF the
rockers. Then all of a sudden Inez
comes to life again.
Another car stoppin' out front"
she announces. "A flivver. And
Squire sweat's gettin' out Of It,
There's a man with him. Some
stranger. They're comm in"
Seems to be our day at home,
doesn't it?" says ]. We'll, tow 'em
in while get another plate Of
cookies
But it seems our old friend, the
squire. hadn't dropped in for a social
call.
"Howdy. Miss Dodge" says he from
the front hall. Didn't happen to
notice couple of fellows in
| machine pass. here, a while ago. did
your
| NO" says I. You see, when the
storm struck US we were rather busy
for time. Missed some friends Of
yours?"
| Squire Sweat indulges in a grim
smile. Not exactly friends" says he.
This is Sergt. Collins Of the bor-
der patrol, and were trailin' a pair
I, of booze runners that slipped by him
| on their way down from Canada"
oh" says 1. II didn't know you
| were a rum hound. squire"
I'm deputy sheriff." says he. and,
| the sergeant called me in on the
chase"
| It's been some chase, too," says the
! sergeant Il had 'em spotted half an
hour after they crossed the line. but
somehow they gave me the slip. I'll
land 'em yet, though"
luE looked as though he meant it,
- this trooper He had that kind Of
a chin. and. an ugly squint to his
i eyes. I wouldn't care to have him on
my track IL I'd been fraeturing the
! Volstead act.
rPerhaps they went by when we
! weren't noticing" I suggests. and
have beat it into Vermont by this
| time
! says he. 1--WE phoned ahead and have
somebody watching every road. No
| body's picked 'em up yet, so they
| must have ducked in somewhere"
! Hiding out on US in some woods
road, or laid up in some deserted
! farm. 1 expect" says the sergeant.
| well, we might as well be gettin' on,
squire
! AS they climbed into their fiivver
again and went snorting up the road.
Inez fattened her nose against the
| window pane and watched them, fas-
cinated.
"Chasin' rum runners. eh?" says
she. Think of that"
"Irs gotten to be one of our great
national outdoor sports" says I.
You knSw we're not much more than
a hundred miles from the Canadian
border here, and those fellows come
across in focks.- Probably one or
two drive past here every night or
So Now and then they have real
lively battles with the federal or
state prohibition agents, for most of
i.em have valuable cargoes aboard and
don't hesitate to shoot when anybody
tries to hold them up"
"Say, I'd like to see some of them
runners once" says Inez. What they
look like, Trflby May?"
How should ] know?" says I. Il
! don't suppose they wear uniform OF
their own, or pin badges on them
selves. Most likely they look like ex-
bartenders who have struck some-
/ thing soft!
! II wonder will :them two get
caught?" says Inez.
Generally they don't" says l. but
they take sporting chance. and I
understand they charge 1t all in when
they come to make trades with their
customers. 4 know 1 would"
i Inez allows her gray eyes to widen
1 thouehtfua; CLEAR from Canada by
might" says she. "shottin' and get
tin shot at. Must be like q movie
play.
4 'sTut tut, Ines" says I. Don't be
4 yearning: for any such life as that, or
4 next thing, I know you'll be chasing
/ on as 4 rum runners bride.
\ .Mer' says she, indignant.
jwouldn.t get mixed up In anything
like that. But I'd like to see Bill
,!Hart or Mister Doug Fairbanks doin'
it ON the screen. Iebet they would-
i what was that. Trilby May?.. - !. =. u.
continued On Firth Pssey