Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1922-02-16
CHAPTER XIII-COntinued

With that plaintivs worry growing in
his hard, gray eyes, he tramped up and
down until his call came. Then he
sprang 10 the instrument.
Sheriff On, deputy-Reganf Say,
you AMT Regan that usta be at Blue
Rockl That so7 Well, I'll be-say, this
is Jim snivelev-you was mr. shift loss
In the Granny Third "
The old man clutched the receiver tight
" against his ear and his voice rumbled
eagerly, breaking shIl more into the
clipped and broken speech Of the mining
camps.
NOW, Iissen'. or time--they's girl
somewhere IN yore town-she's my girl
Ethel You hunt her up-noi Wait a
minute Say, IS they any way to get
into Devils Hols1 Huh7 wagon road
Say, that's great You rustic uh car
Jest as quick as tn deyil1I let yuh, an
beat It into n Devils Hole-they's uh
man IN there-may be-"
sniveley swallowed with a choking ef-
fort, aud hia eyes narrowed as with
spasm Of pain Then he poked his lips
deeper into the transmitter and hurled
directions. sharp and definite, over the
miles OF wire TO Deputy Regain at Walker
City.
Btu when he had finished and he'd re
turned 70 the den. the dash Of FIRE had
burned out and he walked with the
nmping shuttle Of a broken man. His
eyes filled with dread, wavered unsee-
ing about the room. He tried 70 light
his pipe. but the coal burned hts fingers.
Ie attempted TO settle into his chair.
bat Ia a moment he was up again. rest
lessly pacing the room.
IL
ton
why. just about forgot Ethie." he
dumped ont to the garage and swoke a
sleepy chauffeur go down to the Day
and Night Bank" he ordered. picking at
HIS check book "and ses about wiring
$500 to Walker City. It's TO Ethie," he
added, his eyes leaplng up TO the others
face IN a hard challenge.
After the chauffeur had gone he went
to the telephone and dictated a tele
gram TO Ethel. Then ne returned 10 his
restless pacing in the den.
Once when his eyes fell upon the door
Of a little safe set IN the wall he walked
eagerly across 20 II and twirlei the knob
with trembling fingers VITA q boyish
impaHence ne jerked the door open and
reached inside.
''Neveru need that les. bottle more
than right now he muttered.
But with his fingers twisting at the
sllvery seal OF the long bottle he paused,
shook hts head unsaslly, and replaced
the bottle in the safe,
An hour dragged by-sn hour that
aged Jim sniveley ten years. HIS strag-
gly gray hair was ruTled by a hundred
restless pawngs Of his nervous fingers
He had torn off the necktie from the
collar Of his gray flannel shirt One Of
his slippers had dropped of but he did
not notice the loss His face was fun
of n pitlful agony that further expressed
itself in muttered groans, and doubt
driven shakings Of his gray head.
with startling suddenness the tele-
phone bell echoed through the silent
house. Sniyely had to clutch the table
for support. Then slowly as II forced BY
the power Of his VIII he answered the
insistent bell.
yes you got himl Well" is
voice was hushed as he listened He
did not speak again. when the man IN
the far-off mountain town had ceased
speaking. It required both Of Sniyeley's
trembling hands to replace the receiver
on the book.
In daze he walked into the den. He
paused beside the table and leaned
weakly upon It. His lips trembled until
he caught the lower one between his
teeth Then his eyes troubled him He
dashed his hand across them, and blinked
down at the wet splashes upon the table
top.
Suddenly tho reaction came He sprang
erect and slapped his hand across his
winking eyes.
"Ry Joel" he exclaimed, his voice
husky.
His restless, strangely brilliant eyes
fell upon the safe door
"Bv Joe." he cried and sprang across
the room With sure quick movements /