Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1924-02-02

IT'S the De wittl" yelled the other.
and. turning to Winton, kicked him
again.
sThe games up. my lad" he shouted
awe were tipped of about you. and
we've got you fair. Are you coming
quledyY
At first bewildered, Winton now dis
cerned that the men wore the uniform
Of the town police. He saw the trap
into which he had fallen. The little
man had placed the stone in his pocket
while they sat side by side on the stoep
Of the hotel, an hour before.
He saw the onsequences. He would
be flung into Jail, held there. and, if not
railroaded TO the breakwater by Judge
/ Davis, at least. prevented from attend
/ ing the meeting in the Chamber Of
Commerce the following morning. De
Witt had laid his scheme well.
The fury that filed him at the reall-
cation Of his predicament momentarily
paralyzed him. He lay perfectly still.
/ one of his assaiIants stopped over him
and looked into his face.
"You knocked him out for fair, Rob
erts," he said. This will mean pro-
motion for US.
And De With pay through the
nose. He'll have to-, answered the
other meaningly
There was some papers we was to
look for" said his companion.
The two we're of their guard as Win
ton sprang, But he rather seemed to
fly from his supine position to his feet
with an instantaneous coordination Of
movements. Before the amazed police
| could meet his onslaught he had
snatched the baton from the one who
had struck him down, and brought it
crashing down on his skulls The man
dropped upon his hands and knees,
moaning, and began crawling with APP
parently aimless movements, this way
and that.
The second policeman, who did not
lack pluck, had time TO draw his
truncheon and attack Winton, who
lodged in under blow which glanced
harmlessly off his arm, and landed his
fist full on his mouth The man Stun
bled and fell, and Winton turned and
ran ike the wind, making for one of
the dark alleys that led out to the
road. AS he ran he heard the crack
Of revolver shots behind him, followed
by the police whistle, and cries for
help, The man had picked up Ned
Burns revolver and fired, but the bull
lets did not go anywhere near Winton,
and the policemans act in firing, and
his delaying the pursuit to summon as
sistance gave the fugitive time to dart
out Of sight around the corner.
Winton had been something of a
| Splinter at college. He knew he could
probably outdistance the best of the
police force But he heard answering
whistles before him and shouting. He
inferred that he was running tcwerd
the police station. He saw another
alley mouth open beside an empty ped
dler's wagon, and darted down.
The street was empty, but the moon
now rode high in the sky, lighting up
the town more brightly than an install
latlon Of electric lights might have
done Winton had baflled his pursuers
for the moment, but they were all about
him the trap had been well set, and
in fact pairs of police had been sta
toned at the ends of all the streets
leading into the desert. He was like
trapped rat, rushing blindly from
| alley to alley. and. what was worst,
the foreign population of the district
was waking from the early sleep in
duced by it's activities of the day. AS
Winton ran an Indian fired deliberately
at him from a window. The wind of
the bullet whistled upon his neck. And
the shouts were growing louder on all
sides.
Wint0n was reellng from weakness
as he ran, He had not realized how
strong an effort he had made to pun
himself together after the TWO stun
ming blows. Something was dripping
into his eyes he put his hand up and
was amazed to find it covered with
blood.
AT last he halted, GREATNESS. He
was in an alley blocked now at the
end behind him by his pursuers. They
had not seen him as he ran In the
shadow of some booths, but the yells
of the Indians appraised Winton that his
course was accurately known. Before
him street ran at right angles, and
somewhere in tliTs another group was
racing to cut him off
He looked up in despair, and then
discovered that he had run round the
circumference of a large circle. In
front of him was the square which he
had passed Immediately before the at
tack on aim He was approaching
from the third side of it, and his only
chance Of escape lay into the desert,
bright as day under the hard moon
light.