Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1923-09-15

CONTINUED from Yesterdays Starr
Putin on yer hat, or goin' thata-
way?" Butler snarled, then without
drag yer out. That'ud look better
1t 'ud look better IL va didn't wear
q hat, at that" Butler then turned
and spoke to a companion: Better
let i'm wear the evidence. Here, put
er on" The latter was spoken to
Pete. as Butler tossed a fur coat to
the floor before him. In the dingy
light of the room Pete made out
Hawkins blood-smeared coat and
WINGED at the sight.
"C'mon. or we'll knock va cold an
drag yer out. That'ud look better
yet. Whadda you Think" Butler
turned to the men and even as he
spoke one OF them slinked out from
the doorway and edged his way past
"oh, I've been dragged before, isn't
so bad" Pete bantered, backing to
the wall as he spoke. Funny, every
time I get hit on the head" looking
straight at Butler. at see numbers, lots
air with his finger. 13-0-6-6-6. "just
like that" he continued In a solemn
voice, big black ones"
II Pete had struck with his fist. he
could not have delivered more stun
ming blow. Butler wavered a mo-
coming over him. Then for an in
slant he quavered before he regained
his air OF bravado.
Hes goin' nuts. fellers. let's get
goin' or the sherifr'll beat US here"
Better talk to me first, for a
minute or two, Jimmy Hogan, I
mean Butler Maybe can tip you
on something that might happen"
Pete's words found their mark, and
RULER, his hands shaking visibly, mo-
TONED the men about him to remain
quiet Nervously he moistened his
dry lips and only the dimness of the
light saved him from the puzzled
stare Of the gangsters about him.
"The-the-them signals didn't look
too good to me. felIers." he STAN
mered' Deter let me buzz this bird
alone, fer jest a second; maybe he
oughta be bumped right here. now"
So saying, he nodded his head in the
direction of the door, and stood with
shaking hand on the butt of his gun.
while the men walked slowly out.
more TO bIuff it out
I'm wise, what's the game?"
You are convict number 1866
Jimmy Hogan, alias Jimmy Duffy
alias Butler Garret. They want to
hang you out Frisco way for the
Il said I was WISE" Butler inter
rupted, visibiy weakening, whats
the game? Yer the only Twin soul
In Moapa with the goods on me.
THINK III let YOU buzz the sheriff
say not You been Twin too long
Don't get In a hurry, Jimmy,
bumpin' me won't get you anywhere.
You went thieving through my peck
cts when you dragged me in here,
aidnt you? Wen. how did 1 get
these? They wenen't in my pockets.
then" Pete finished his words by
flashing the record from his pocket.
"A dick. by God, you are a dick!
But you amt got me, not yet" Bull
Ter jabbered in sudden fear. and with
a wild movement reached for his
gun. But his quavering nerves and
thoroughly beaten spirit refused to
obey his sudden frenzy. With one
lunge Pete had his arms viee-like
about the writhing body of the
an you cash in" he Kissed as he
fought silently for the gun. Bull
was beaten before the struggle began,
beaten by the inherent fear of the
law that rests in the heart of every
match for the powerful Pete, who
bore upon him like an avalanche.
A moment only and the struggle was
over as Pete lifted his man bodily
through che air and sent him smash
caution TO the wind, he Ieaped upon
him like wild animal, gouging his
fingers deep into the fiabby throat
beneath him. For moment he shook
him with q frenzy of a madman, then
sat him down with bang into a
chair.
Alarmed at the noise. several of
the men rushed in from the door step
leading out Of the house. and opened
the door Of Pete's room
Tell 'em to wait, you dog, or this
thing talks!" Pete stood, back to the
door, menacing EULER with his own
gun. "Quick, tell 'em!"
Butler gasped for breath.
rose weakly TO his feet to do with
could not convey.
In the semi-darkness of the room
the gangsters saw nothing wrong
and one OF them shouted:
THE sherifr's most here. II you
amt comm, we're goin'." Then they
resumed their stand on the steps of
the cabin.
Now, I'm talking" Pete began, as
he again stood over Bull, "and you
listen. I'm not working alone in
this game. We could have had you
long ago, but we're not after you,
Touch one hair Of my head. though,
you or anybody, and you're going up
don't forget that. We're watching
you. Leave me alone and behave
yourself, and we don't bother you
Now call those men in. Tell 'em you're
all wrong, I'm somebody else. Philir