New Britain herald., 1924-08-11

hands, Her ears were sharper now she was completely awake. She lis tened a second or two longer. No 1t was not the fiivvcr. It was ; different kind of an engine. more or derly and dignifled--wealthier.
 She leaned forward and pushet aside a corner of the curtain. Th' thing that made the noise had jus come to a stop outside. Sally stared at 1t with round eyes.
 Why, I belieye-Oh' 1t isl"
 She Tipped out of the chair witt the sudden speed of a cat and raced in the direction of the kitchen.
 "They trailed us!" she gasped, as she ran.
 CHAPTER VIII.
 Hiding Out
 As Sally charged into the kitchen by way of the pantry, the Wreck was coming in through the door that opened on the yard He stared at her in plain surprise; he did not know she could run so fast.
 Whats the hurry?" he asked, mildly.
 We're trailed"
 "Trailed? What do you mean?"
 Have they seen you?" she panted.
 Who? What are you talking about? I haven't seen anybody but some horses down in the corral"
 Well, we're trained all right. Henry Williams. They're out in the front now!"
 Who's out in front?"
 ct, carl"
 The Wreck lifted his eyebrows, looked thoughtful for an instant. then began squaring his shoulders.
 "Oh, oil right" he said. "We'll stick 'em up again"
 Sally groaned.
 We've got to get out of here" she said sharply. We've got to make getaway. We'll get a couple of horses down at the corral before they see us. You'll just have to ride"
 It was 8 despairing thing to con- template the Wreck on horseback, but it seemed the only chance.
 "Oh, I can ride" he said. T can ride anything. Only it's easier to stick 'em up. wen take their carl"
 Sally shook her head anGrily.
 "No, you idiot!" she cried. Well take horses, if we get chance at them. Hurry!"
 She had seized him by the hand and was dragging him in the direction of the door when in walked Charley McSween. Sally stopped and eyed him appraisingly. If the Wreck in rxyJ,; inc hty,, to be the chosen time. And if it was necessary, she would help.
 q was just lookin' for you" said Charley, addressing the Wreck. T want hand with some baggage out side" "Huh?" inquired the Wreck.
 Baggage" repeated Charley. "The boss is here." Sally and the Wreck exchanged a slow glance. Then she pinched his fingers tightly, and he knew it was meant to be some sort of signal.
 Where are your men? Can't | they handle baggage?" she demanded. "The boys ain't here, ma'am. So ! I'm askin' him." with nod toward the Wreck.
 Well my husband doesn't handle baggage"
 Again she pinched the Wreck's fingers.
 What's the reason he don't handle baggage?" inquired Charley. "Ain't It dignifed?"
 @"He's-he's not strong" said Sally. The Wreck began to squirm and look truculent.
 'I admit he ain't exactly powerful ookin', ma am. But a while back he said he was goin' to lick me, so I thought maybe he could rassle couple of trunks without sustainin' my personal damage"
 'No: you'll have to get somebody ,lse," said Sally.
 Charley made no effort to conceal he disgust in his soul. He inspected he Wreck from his horn-rimmed ,pectacles to his shoes. following the with gesture of con- empt.
 "Seein' as your wife won't let you" ie remarked, T suppose me and the chauffeur n manage" |, The Wreck never knew how he managed to maintain any self-contro1. put he blamed it all on Sally. All le did was shout:
 If you think I'm a baggage you just wait and see what lappens to your dishes"
 Charley went out with a remark 0 the effect that he did not have to 'ay for the dishes. The Wreck and { ially stared at each other. "You-you stuck up the owner of 1