Omaha daily bee., 1922-04-23

Nat could make sure OF the voice. but he
didn't for he held his ear at the Slated door.
catching every word Of Mr.. Foxyjaw. who
yelled plenty loud.
Hello! Hello! That you. Harrigan? This
Ii Dorney. I've got Clayton. Neat job!
Trapped him slick a. goose grease! Sure
Mike! Bringing him to New Orleans-on
the night train. Gail of our men from
Florida and Texas. Order them back to
Washington" and q lot more Dragging.
While Nat stood stupened, with nothing
but scrambled brains in his head. he saw
the man who resembled Mr.. Clayton stiffen
up and grin. a II something tickled him
nightly. then grip DR.. Humphreys by the
arm and lead him away from the door to the
table. The light nov glowed upward into his
face. Ugh! It was Mr.. Clayton. In the
flesh and blood Nat saw him distinctly.
shoulder to shoulder with DR.. Humphreys.
and looking powerful pleased as he whis.
pered, That's exactly what want them to
do-to call of their men from Florida"
Still the doctor did not comprehend. but
shook his head while Clayton kept saying,
"It's Ill right! It's all right. After the
marshals 60 I'll tell you about 1t. Now get
Maj. Stark. can't spare another minute"
The helloes and Dragging at the phone
had stopped. and the majors cane now went
humping along the hallway to the front.
The constables were leaving, and Nat didn't
want to miss any part Of the performance.
20 be sure Of seeing everything. he rushed
out front and got hopslessly jumbled in his
mind by another inspection Of the man who
looked like Mr.. Clayton, sitting on the same
rear seat, while Mr.. Foxyjaw was thanking
the major and bidding him good night.
Just to show his disgust, old Stark kept
his back turned to the car, and those
constables had the wrong prisoner, nobody
could hold him responsible for not detecting
the error. He never once glanced at the
man. No such misgivings, however. en-.
tered the happy mind Of Mr.. Foxyjaw; the
prisoner fitted his description to q Tee, and
was captured at his own home. where
dozens Of colored people identified him. On
the strength Of this Mr.. Foxyjaw kept grin.
ming more than q weasel ought to grin. as
hs settled himself in the car. waved fare
we'll. and rolled away. Then Miss Barbara
sank down on the steps, looking powerful
low in her mind. and watched tho disap.
pearing auto. Maj. Stark seemed glad to
wash this dirt of his hands. and was about
to 20 inside when Nat remembered to say:
90. major. nigh forgot DR.. Humphreys
say please come to his room right away.
suh-right away"
"very good" the major answered gruffly.
and turned into the hallway, while Nat made
private arrangements for a reconnaissance
at the Doctors window, to watch the fur fly
when Stark met Clayton. He had already
started when Miss Barbara got in his way
and asked him:
"o Uncle Nat. why did you arrest Mr.
Cayton?"
"Sh Missy" the Negro edged nearer
and whispered. Don't make no holler But
dey amt never rested him. Dat amt Mister
Stuart"
what! It Is he. The officer said so
recognized his hat and clothes"
"Egzactly, missy, egzactly. Dey done
rested some breeches like his'n; but den
amt Mister Stuart's legs what's in dem
breeches."
ArA Nat
"An right, III show him to you agin
Come wid me-"
The dusk was rapidly becoming night, will