Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1922-08-25

.then?'
"See here" cried Wilton in exas-
peration, "Clayton has it's own police
detachment, as you know perfectly
well. Your route doesn't lie in this
direction. Joe Bosteck's homes there.
He's going to be buried there. And his
body isn't going to be dragged here
and there about the country by a
couple of fool policemen I'll make
things pretty warm for you If you try
any game like that"
"You will, eh?" sneered the sergeant,
with a side glance at Myers. "Got any
sort of special pull in Clayton?"
Enough to put the lid on you"
"Well, guess you won't be going
into Clayton yet WHILE" jeered Pc
tiers. you're coming back to the Pas
with us and joe"
Wilton realized that Myers had
come up quietly upon the other side
of him. He had the bewildered feeling
of being in trap.
''What the devil do you mean by
that?" he shouted.
The sergeant thrust his face for
ward into his own, grinning ma
liciousIy.
"It means that arrest you for the
wilful murder of Joe Bostock," he an
swered "And I warn you, in the
kings name, that any statement you
make will be used against you"
At the same moment Wilton felt the
touch of steel against his right wrist
and swung his hand free just in time
Looking at Sergeant Peters after the
instant's sideward glance, he found
himself covered by the heavy, regula-
ton As Colt. Before he scould stir,
Myers had seized him from behind and
made violent effort to slip the hand
cuff upon his wrist.
Wilton heard Molly scream. The
girl came running out of the room
with her hair tumbling about her
shoulders. and caught at Myers arm.
The caretaker started toward them,
still holding the frying pan, in which
he was cooking the potatoes, his face
working with rage.
'You d-n fools" he shouted, laps
ing into his vernacular in his excite
ment ''you got it all wrong! Mr.. Car
rutherS was J6e's best friend. So that
was your game when you come here last
night, eh? You'll get broke for this
yob already, both ~ you fellers, I tell
you"
Molly was graspiag at Myers, hand
as the constable still fumbled nerv-
ously with the handcuff. "Won't you
men listen to common sense?" she
cried. "Mr. Carruthers is the chief
engineer of the line. All his interests
are bound up with it. Why should he
want to murder Joe? He was Joe's
best friend. Everyone in Clayton can
tell you that. Why he risked his own
life to save him Somebody's put
you on the wrong track. They're try
ing to make use of you to keep him
out of the way while they ruin the
line. And you'll pay for your mistake,
that's sure !"
And, with frenzied desperation. she
succeeded in pushing Myers away
from Wilton, and interposed between
him md the sergeant, whose revolver
pointed steadily at his forehead.
Peters scowled viciously at her.
"You can tell all that at the inquest"
he snapped. 1--WE got orders to bring
you in, too. Get out Of the way!"
At that the superhuman tension that
held Wiiton's rage in bounds seemed
to snap. His ears were ringing, and a
spotted mist floated before his eyes.
Through this he saw Peters an infinite
distance away, the revolver, now hard
ly larger than a pencil, pointing at his
head Behind the sergeant he saw An
dersen, a doll-like figure with a toy
pan in his hand. He leaped at Peters,
heard the weapon discharged, and was
conscious of the sting Of powder on
his forehead and a cOmmOtion in his
hair.
Peters had shot to kill, but the
WGdDUII, Tie lSGlSL DIL Wv cl ICu Wy NAOI-
Iy's Intervention, had been re-aimed
at WiltOn's forehead a little hurriedly,
and he had forgotten that the strong
ammunition, of which complaint had
frequently been made by the police SUI
perintendents, was apt to throw the
bullet high at short distances.
Wilton shot his uninjured arm for
ward with a vicious swing that caught
the sergeant on the c''."I and sent
him staggering back But the
force of the blow, CO... unicated to
Wntons left shoulder, Wrenched the
wound and forced a groan of pain
from his lips. Peters reeled, regained
his balance, and rushed forward again,
swinging the revolver aloft, butt for
ward. in his hand.
With his powerful build he could
have delivered a blow that would have
crushed Wilton's skull. But before the
blow fell Andersen had raised his pan
and brought it down edgewise upon
the sergeant's head, cutting the scalp
to the bone and drenching the man