The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-06-05

bronco had no terrors for him, but this
wild charge through the humming
trenches shook his nerve.
II come mighty nigh askin' you
would you just as lief drive slower"
he said with grin to the chauffeur as
he descended to the safety Of the side
walk. II amt awful hardy, an l sure
was plumb scared"
A sergeant took Johnnie in tow and
delivered him mt length to the office
waiting-roOm Of Captain Anderson,
head Of the bureau Of missing persons.
The Runt, surveying the numbers in
the wafting-r room and those passing In
and out, was ready to revise his opin-
lon about the possible difficulty Of the
job. He judged that half the pOpula-
ton Of New York must be missing.
After time the captains secretary
notified Johnny that it was his turn.
As soon as ne was admitted the punch
er began his little piece without wait
Ing for any prelininaries.
"Say, captain, want you to find my
friend Clay Lindsay. He"
Just moment" interrupted the
captain. "Who are you? Don't think
got your name"
Johnnie remembered the note of in
PRODUCTION and his name at the same
time. He give both to the big man
who spent his busy days and often
part Of the nights looking for the lost.
strayed, and stolen among New York's
millions. ...
The captains eyes swept over the
note. "Sit down, Mr. Green, and let's
get at your trouble. This note says
that you're looking for a man named
Clay Lindsay who came to New York
several months ago. Have you or has
anybody else heard from him In that
time?" ~
1--WE got letter right after he got
here. He amt writ since"
perhaps he's dead. We'd better
look up the morgue records"
"Morgue!7 The Runt grew excited
instantly. "That place where you
keep folks that get drowned or
bumped OFF, Say captain, I'm here
to tell you Clay was the Invest man
in Arizona, whichtis the same as sayir,'
Cowpunchers don't take
naturally to morgues. No. sir, Clay
amt in no mOrglhe. Like us not he's
helped fill this yere morgue it any
crooks tried their rough stuff on him.
Don't get me wrong, Cap. Clay is the
squarest herman ever God made. All
I'm sayin' is 4
The captain interrupted. He asked.
sharp, incisive questions and got busy.
Presently he reached for Il phone, got
in touch with a sergeant ut the police
desk In the upper corridor, and sent
an attendant with Johnnie to the po-
lice department.
The Irish sympathies Of the SER
geant were aroused by the naive hon
esty Of the little man. He sent for
another sergeant had carh records
brought, consultet> Il couple iOf patrol
men, and then TUNED to johnnie.
We've met your friend all right"
he said with a grin. Hes wan.heluva
lad. Fits the description to 4.
There can't be but one like fhim here"
And he went on to tell the story of the
adventure Of the janator and the hose.
The washed-out eyes Of the punch
er lit up. THAT'S, him. That's sure
him. Tell me where he's nt?'
1--WE don't know. We can show YOU
the place where hel tied the janttor,
but that's the best I'VE can do" The
captain hesitated. "If you find him.
give him straight Tip from me. Tell
him to buy n ticket for Arizona and
take the train for home. This town
Is no healthy pla &c for him. Your
friend has made an enemy-a powerful
him."
"Who Is this hcfe enemy?"
"Never mind. He hit up too fast
a pace" --------- -
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