The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-11-26

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I'm white Jack" the othor an.
swercd mechanically.
white Jack oh2" snapped Billy
Kane We'll. then n'--his hand shot
ont and pushed the fashlight
roughly away-"tnko your cursed
lamp out II my cycs' What are
you playing at2"
"surci mumbied tho man Sure
Its all right Only youse gave
mo dc Jumps sneakin' In here.
Rundy Morgan-dc Ratl Wors de
idea"
Nothing perhaps would confirm
the man more la his mistake than
an alluson to the common enemy
tho police. B!lly kano dropped
into tho ycrnlcular But the mans
reference TO de Bwells yOusa used
10 know" had given him his cue.
Tho Rat al one time had probably
known quito a different station In
lifo, and the Rats speech there
fore, even in the yeruacular, would
hardly bo ungrnmmatical
"A coat" said Billy Kane tersely.
"Tho bulls have got my costume
spotted"
"Swipe mel" White Jack drew
IN h!s breath in low whistle. DE
bulls-eh2 SO dat's de lay We'll,
yOuBe walt minute an I'll get
youse one. Youse look as though
youse had blamed near Cashed in!
Youse have spilled n lot OF red out
OF dat shoulder. eh?"
IT'S pretty bad" answered Billy
Kane laconically.
Sure" said White Jack again:
and then, eagerly, the deferenca
back IN his voice. well. youBe
wait a minute, Bundy, an III get
youse de best coat de old geezer's
got--though dat's not sayin' much,
for dere's nothin' here but bunch
OF rags"
The man was gone. Billy Kane
leaned back against the wall. His
hand swept across his eyeA. 1t
seemed as though for hours he had
. beun living through some horrible
and CHASTITY nightmare from which
he could not awake. lie WAS Billy
Kane, whom the world, In the
morning would proclaim the muir.
derer of David Ellsworth; but he
WAS also now Billy Kane, alias
Bundy Morgan, alias the Ratl
Again bis hand swept across his
eyes. And the Rat--who was the
Rat? And what
White Jack was back.
"Here!" said White Jack. Here
youse are!" He handed Billy Kane
Il coat, and his Aashhght fell again
X A
dats bad!" he jerked out, and
then. lrrelevantly, Say. wsAldnt
IT sting youse-youse shown up
hero! When did youse blow into
town, Bundy?"
Tonight" said Billy Kane.
We'll, youse didn't take long IN
startin' something!" said White
Jack admiringly. He helped Billy
Kane on with the coat. Was 1t
big one, BuSdy?"
NO." said Billy Kane. only n
fight, but some one got hurt In
the flght--get me, White? And
the bulls are out for fair"
White Jack drew In his breath
In low, comprehensive whistle
again.
Sing Sing. an de juice route
eh2" he muttered. did dey spot
who yOuse werc?"
NO" said Billy Kane.
Jaw, well den, wot de hell" ob.
served White Jack, with II sudden
grin. Oats easy! Yolse have
got coat now, an wen beat Il
over for yer dump. an dats de
end of It! You have got to get
dat shoulder fixed. an I'm some
guy wild de bandage stulf--helieve
moi"
Billy Kane did not answer for a
moment Wen, why not? lie had
accepted the absent Rats person
ality, why not the absent Rats
hospitality? II would afford him
shelter for the moment, and he
was living feeling cropping his way
now only from moment 10 moment.
Also, and what was of even more
urgent importance, he must some
how and in some way get his
wound dressed
The flashliEht In White Jacks
hand was sweeping IN circle
around the rOom-in a sort OF pre-
cautionary leaye-taking survey OF
the place, as Il were. The room
was evidently the proprietor's Of
flee; but from what Billy Kane
could see of Il, II was bare and
uniuvitlng enough. He caught a
glimpse OF rough table and a cou-
pie OF chairs, and then the fash
light went out. But he was stin
staring. through the darkness now.
toward the far end of the room
and Il seemed that he could still
\ see just as viyidly as though the
light still played upon the spot.
There was an old safe there large
and cumhrous thing long out OF
date, and the door sagged on its
hinges where It had been blown
open, and the floor around It was
Uttered with the books and papers
it had evidently contained
That's a bum job you made,
white" commented Billy Kane
sarcastically, You're an artist,
you are! What did you expect to
get out of a piker hang-out like
this?"
"Aw, forget it," returned White
Jack at amt so bum! I'd like to