The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-12-28
By Courtnev Ryley Cooper
Copyright BY Little, Brown Co.

and Taylor Bill And 'ere's where
they start getting their trouble"
He pulled at the door and II yielded
grudgingly. The three slipped past,
following along the line OF the tram
track in the darkness, Harry's pick
handle swinging beside him as they
Sneaked along Rods that seemed
miles; at last lights appeared In the
distance. Harry stopped TO peer ahead.
Then he tossed aside his weapon.
There's only two Of 'em-Bllndeye
and Taylor BiiL could whip 'em
both myself. but I'll take the big 'un.
You be turned to Fairchlld-"you
get Blinteye.-
"I'll get him
Anita stopped and groped about for
stone.
'I1l be ready with something in case
OF accident" came with determination.
I've got quarter Of a million In this,
myself"
They went on, fifty yards, a hun
dred. Creeping now, they already
were within the zone OF light, hut be-
fore them the two men. douhle-jack-
ing at Swimmer" had their backs
turned. Onward-until Harry and
Falrchlld were within ten feet Of the
"high- -jackers," while Anita waited,
stone In hand, I'm the background.
Came yell, hlgh-pltched, fiendish.
racking. as Harry leaped forward. And
before the two "high-jackers" could
concentrate enough to use their sledge
and drill as weapons, they welc
whirled about, battered against the
hanging WALL and swrllng in daze
of blows which seemed to come from
everywhere at once. Wildly Harry
yelled as he shot blow after blow into
the face OF his ancient enemy. High
went Fairchild's voice as he knocked
Bllndeye Bozeman staggering Tor he
third time against the hanging wall,
only to see him rise and to knock him
down once more.
DiZzily the sandy-haired man swung
about In his tracks, sagged, then fel ,
unconscious. Fairchild leaped upon
him, calling at the same time to the
girl:
Find me rope I'll truss his
hands while he's knocked out"
Anita leaped into action, to kneel
at Falrchlld's slde moment later
with a hempen strand as he tied the
mans hands behind his back. There
was no need to worry about Harry.
Glancing out Of corner of his eye
FDirchild saw now that the big
Cornishman had Taylor BIZ fiat on
his back and was putting on the finish
ing touches. And then suddenly the
eXultant yells changed to ones of COM
mand.
Talk English Talk English, you
bloody bllghterl Talk English Ear
me-I'll knock the bloody ell out OF
you II you don't. Talk English-llke
this: Throw up your 'ands! Ear
met"
Anita swerved swiftly and went ia
her feet Harry looked up at her
wildly, his mustache bristling like
the splnes Of porcuplne.
"Did you ear i'm sye lt?" he asked.
"No? Sye 1t agalnr
Throw up your 'andsw came the
answer of the beaten man on the
ground. Anita ran forward
ITS a good deal like It," she
answered. But the tone was higher"
Raise your tone !" commanded
Harry, while FairchIld, finishing his
job OF tying his defeated opponent.
rose, staring In wonderment. Then
the answer came:
"Thats lt-that's II. II sounded
just like itw
And Falrchild remembered too-the
English accent OF the hlghwayman on
the night OF the Old Times dance.
Harry seemed TO bounce on the pros
trate form Of his ancient enemy.
"Blll," he shouted, 1--WE got you on
your back. And I've got right to
kill you. 'Onest ave. And I'll dc
II tOO-unless you start talking.
might as well kill you as not. It's
penltentiary offense TO 1t man -un
dergrouEI unless there's good rea
son. So I'm ready to 60 the ole route
SO tell lt-tell i and be quick abou
II. Tell lt-wasnt you hlmT
'Him-who2" the voice was weak
frightened.
You know 'oo--the night of tn,
Old Times dancel Didn't you pul
that 'old-up"
There was a long silence. Finally
"Where's Rodalner"
"In Center City" II was Anita VIII
spoke, Hes getting ready to rul
away and leave you two to stand tn
brunt OF all this trouble"
Again a silence. And again Harry
voice:
Tell IL. Wasn't you the man1"
Once more a long wait, Finally:
"What do get for it7'
Fairchild moved to the mans side
"My promise and my partner
promise that II you tell the who'll
: truth, Wen do what we can TO get yol
n leniency. So tell the truth; weren'
Y you the man who held up the OIL
/ Times dancer"