Phoenix tribune., 1923-10-13

that's why they started this two
million-dOllar stock proposition when
they found they couldn't do it. They
knew If we ever 1t that vein 1t
wouldn't be any time until they'd be
caught on the job. That's why they're
ready to pull out-with somebody
else's million. They're getting at the
end Of their rope. Another thing; that
explains them working at night"
Anita gritted her teeth.
Il see 1t now-I can get the reason.
They've been telephoning Denver and
holding conferences and all that sort
Of thing. And they planned to leave
these two men behind here to take
all the blame"
They'll get enough of It I" added
Harry grimly. They're miners. They
could see that they were making a
straight cross-cut tunnel on to our
vein. They amt no children, Bllndeye
and Taylor Bill. And 'ere's where
they start getting their trouble"
he pulled at the door and 1t 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-Blindeye
and Taylor Bill. 1 could whip 'em
both pyself, but I'll take the big 'un.
You" he turned to FairchildH''you
get Blindeye."
"rn get him."
Anita stopped and groped about for
a stone.
"rll be ready with something in case
Of accident" came with determination.
"Tve got quarter of million in this
myself"
They went on, fifty yards, hun
dred Creeping now, they already
were within the zone of light, but be-
fore them the two men, double-j jack
Ing at swimmer" had their backs
turned. Onward-until Harry and
Fairchild were within ten feet Of the
"high-jackers," while Anita waited,
stone In hand, In the background.
Came a yell, high-pitched, f1endish,
racking, as Harry leaped forward. And
before the two "high-jackers' could
concentrate enough to use their sledge
and drill as weapons they weie
whirled about, battered against the
hanging wall, and swirling 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
Blindeye Bozeman staggering for 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
girli
Find me ropel I'll truss his
hands while he's knocked outw
Anita leaped into action, to kneel
at Fairchild's side a moment later
with 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,
Fairchild saw now that the big
Cornishman had Taylor Bill 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 blighter Talk Englishl Ear
me-I'll knock the bloody ell out OF
you If you don't. Talk English-like
this: Throw up your 'andsr Ear
met"
Anita swerved swiftly and went to
her feet. Harry looked up at her
wildly, his mustache bristling like
the spines Of porcupine
did you ear i'm sye itr' he asked
sOsOa Ave II again |"