The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1924-01-31

and. turning to Winton, kicked hin
again.
1.-The games up, my lad," he shouted
eve were tipped off about you, ant
we've got you fair. Are you COMING
quietly?"
AT first bewildered, Winton now dis
cerned that the men wore the uniform
into which he lad fallen. The littl,
man had placed the stone in his pocke
while they sat side by side on the stoeI
of the hotel, an hour before.
He saw the consequences. 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 filled him at the reali-
cation of his predicament m~omentarily
paralyzed him. He lay perfectly still.
One of his assailants stopped over him
and looked into his face.
You knocked him out for fair, Rob
erts,'' he said. This will mean pro
motion for u.s."
And De Wittll 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 were off their guard as Win
fn1s nY.n prIf hn - th ON cnnn,n1 tn
fly from his supine position to his feet
with an instantaneous coordination o.
movements. Before the amazed police
could meet his onslaught he ha~
snatched the baton from the n whn
had struck him down, and brought it
crashing down on his skull. The man
dropped upon his hands and knees,
moaning, and began crawling with ap-
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 a 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 like 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 neal Winton,
and the policeman's 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 toward
police station. He saw another
alley mouth open beside an empty ped
wagon, and darted down.
The street was empty, but the moon
rode high in the sky, lighting up
the town more brightly than an install
Iation Of electric lights might have
done. Winton had baf1ed his pursuers
ior the moment, but they were all about
lim the trap had been well set, and
fact pairs of police had been sta
Toned at the ends Of all the streets
eading into the desert. He was like
trapped rat, rushing blindly from
Tile, to alley, and, what was worst,
he foreign population of the district
vas waking from the early sleep in
luced by its activities of the day. AS
NintOn ran an Indian fired deliberately
It him from a window. The wind of
he bullet whistled upon his neck. And
he shouts were growing louder on all
ides.
Winton was Keeling from weakness
IS he ran. He had not realized how
trong an effort he had made to pull
Iimself together after the two stun
ing blows. Something was dripping
nto his eyes; he put his hand up and
vas amazed to find it covered with
lOOd.
At last he halted, GREATNESS. He
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nd behind him by his pursuers. They
not seen him as he ran in the
hadow of some booths, but the yells
f the Indians appraised Winton that his
curse was accurately known. Before
i'm a street ran at right angles, and
omewhere in this another group was
acing to cut him off.
He looked up in despair, and then
iscovered that he had run round the
circumference of a large circle. In
'ont of him was the square which he
ad passed Immediately before the at
lex on him. He was approaching
'om the third side of it, and his only
nance of escape lay into the desert.
as day under the hard moon-
ght.