Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-08-30

grips out of the window" ne salc.
I'm be waiting for EN-
I've been thinking" said Sally
Suppose he won't tell"
He will. But | want your gun"
You've got to be careful,
Henry"
"I'll be careful"
She saw that his mood seemed to
be wholly calm, and it treasured
her.
"The gun will be in the small
bag" she said, as went out of the
kitchen.
But before she tossed her grips
out of the window, down into the
shadow where the Wreck stood, she
took the precaution of emptying the
cylinder Of the six-shooter. She was
thinking less about the safety Of
Chester Underwood than she was Of
the welfare Of the Wreck.
The man who waited In the sha-
dow picked up the grips as they
thudded on the ground and fastened
away in the direction Of the shed.
lie had several things to do before
pc was ready to recover the missing
lfont wheel. That would be the
lnal detail, he decided. He was not
assalled by the smallest doubt that
ne would find what he sought.
lie went over to the shed where
me big Underwood car was kent
and found a couple of five-gallor
cans. Two big metal drums. filed
WIN gasoline, stood outside and a
hemisphere of moon supplied LIGHT
enough for his work. He filled the
cans and returned with them to the
1901 shed, where he Flooded the aiv-
yer S tank to the brim. Then he
made second trip, refllcd his cans
ana putting their metal tops firmly
~ piace. This gave him ten-gallon
reserve, which he dashed firmly ~
Tie running board of the flivver
a third trip to the place wbera
'he big car stood carried him insida
the shed, where he fumbled for a
minute IN the semi-darkness. found
something on the work bench and
shipped it into his pocket. Outside.
ne paused in front of the gasoline
drums and considered the idea Of
emptying the remainder of their
contents. He decided it was not
necessary. Back to the tool-sbed
e seated himself on the ground out
see and waited.
1t was nearly ten o'clock. There
We're lights upstairs in the ranch
mouse, light in the kitchen. But
the bunk house was dark. He hoped
that Charley McSween was in bed.
But he wished that Sally would
.-urry up.
i suppose my nerves will be all
snot to pieces" he grumbled. "Keep
me waiting long enough and Pm not
fit for anything"
A sound of voices reached him
and he rose softly to his feet. Pres
emily he could see two figures in the
dim light. They were approaching
the tool-shed, strolling, all too slow
ly to please him. The Wreck was
tense and jumpy. He could hear
what Sally was saying.
But 1 think it was awfully clever
OF of you to find the car, Chester.
And then to find the wheel, too.
Chester laughed pleasantly.
'All you've got to do is use a little
common sense" he said, modestly.
Indeed, yes" declared Sally
heartily. Where did you say you
FOUND the wheel?"
q didn't say" replied Chester,
shrewdly. Pm just going to wait
until see whether somebody else
can find it."
They were close to the tool shed.
'But l wouldn't tell anybody"
said Sally.
Chester laughed again.
Perhaps I'll tell you tomorrow"
said Chester.
The Wreck stepped briskly out Of
lie shadow in which he had been
standing.
"SIlck 'em up! Quick"
There was a smothered exclama-
tlon from Chester.
up, l said" snapped the Wreck.
Went up, as he stared through be-
Slowly the young mans hands
wlldered eyes at a six-shooter whose
muzzie was within foot of his
stomach.
"Y-you" he gasped.
Me" affirmed the Wreck. "Tark
low and only speak when you're told
to. Sally, take the gun"
She stepped forward and he
slipped it into her hands.
Keep it on him." he commanded
II ne makes a queer move, you
know what to do"
he moved behind the prisoner and
ordered him to lower his hands bc-
hlnd his back. With a piece Of
heayy cord he bound them tightly
uhIll Chester squirmed. Then he re.
heVed Sally of the gun.
1ou-you're the hold-up man -
Sputtered Chester, when he found
MS voice again You're both in IN