New Britain herald., 1925-01-23
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIII.
 The lcnnpful BullctS

 from the mountains perhaps half an hour before their schedule time, so well had the horses done their work and so eager were the riders to get to the town. The clearness of the light from even that old moon which hung in the sky had worried them a little as they came down the val ley. but before they reached the town of Wickson the high brown haze Of clouds had passed across the surface of the moon and made it as dim as 6 sickle of tarnished tin. Under these favorable auspices they reached the town itself.
 Wickson was soundly asleep. At least, there was not light shining in q single window and the houses watched them go by with blank faces.
 At the first corner they separated, as the previous agreement had been. Gloster and Macarthur rode on up the main street, the others turned to the sides. They were to circle around the block and come in again to wait near the bank itself in case of an alarm.
 All was so carefully arranged that there appeared slight danger of any interruption, and yet the heart of Harry Gloster was hammering as he went on with the leader Not a word passed between them, however. They left their horses behind the bank and passed around to the front. The key which the cashier had furnished to Macarthur fitted the door. It opened to them, and they stepped into the black interior.
 All was perfectly still, except that the wind phich entered with them rattlcd a paper somewhere in the distance. But when the door was closed behind them there was a per- fleet quiet.
 With his electric pocket torch Macarthur cast a swift ray of light around the place, so swift indeed that Gioster saw nothing but a blur Of many outlines, but to the leader all seemed to be as clear as day, for he went on now, with a perfect as surance, and after Gloster had stumbled over a chair he fell in be- hind Macarthur.
 They found their way straight to the safe, on which Macarthur flashed the light, partly hooding it with his hand, so that only a dim radiance fell on the combination. He took Slip of paper from his pocket and as he read the numbers Gloster worked the combination, and as he worked it his heart sank within him.
 There was little time for con- 1 science to work then. In a moment Macarthur had unlocked the drawer which Carney. had previously desig- mated. It was deep compartment, and from it he drew out small pack ages done up in strong paper. The other half he stuffed in his own pockets.
 You look as white as a sick kid. .' commented Macarthur. Kind of weak in the stomach, Harry"
 Tho latter shrugged his shoulders.
 Don't let that worry you none, i" Macarthur went on. That's the way with the best of us the first lime out. It sure bites in on a fellow his first trip. But the second is easy as pie. That's always the way"
 As he said this, there was the soft but unmistakable sound of a door being closed somewhere near them
 All the strength passed out of GIoster's big limbs and left him shaking. It appeared to him that the sound of that closing door was the sound of the prison gate clang- ing loudly upon him, and the voice Of the hangman at his ear.
 Even Macarthur had started. Now he switched off his light.
 Fire at anything that moves,'' he cautioned and led the way back, stealing with wonderful skill among the desks and chairs.
 But GIoster did not draw his gun If there was fighting to do, ho would Use his hands 10 the best of hi, ability, if only the blood would rrr back into the muscles Of lis arm, again. But he would not take { life
 They had come to the outer cor. rldor when half a dozen shadow, sprang up before them, soft and con. fused objects against the light col. ored wall, and the gun of Macarthur, exploded.
 The flash showed Gloster. for the smallest glimpse. six rrsolute faces Six gleaming guns. The reply WA. a blasting ,oIley which would have torn them 10 pieces had it gone home, but, at the instant of Mac. arthur's shot the two big men dropped for the floor Macarthur as clever maneuyer, and Glostcr be- cause his shaking legs refused to bear him up.
 Take 'em alive!" yelled a voice. The six plunged at them. A knee struck Gloster on the ribs, another grazed his head, and half q dozen hands tore at him, striving for a grip.
 That contact of flesh against flesh sent the blood shooting hot through his veins once more. He heavet himself up. His assailants piled of him. then grappled close, but no close enough.
 Near him he saw Macarthur strug gling with tho mon who had fallel upon him, and while the assailant