The Omaha morning bee., 1925-04-12

chute Jumping Our Specially. We
VIII try anything g'-returned after
midnight TO the room which he and
his partner occupied near the Long
1sla nd field, and found Red Luke in
bed.
Hello, kid said Red. II picked
up an easy seventy five for us today
while you were doing the strut"
"Strut-me eye Shootin' craps
again. I spose.' replied Myrick ac-
cnsingly. He switched on the light.
Nope. A guy came out about
noon-not knowing the difference be-
tween land plane and seaplane-
and wanted ME to land him along
side ship In Rum Row. He said it
was worth hundred clankers to him
so ] called up Lefty Kuntz and rent
ed his Nee-boat for twenty five"
'To bring In booze?' demanded
Harry Myrick.
ITO bring in nothing-exeept one
bottle that the skipper slipped me for
present. Its over there, on the
wssh-stand, IL you want some"
A grin lighted Harry Myrick' s
face. He was a small wiry man. with
large brown eyes which looked out
softly upon the world. His face. over
drawn, like drumhead, was shade
not far off gray. Three tough bouts
of jungle fever. and the consequent
dosing of quinine and arsenic, had
had a discouraging effect upon his
complexion. His sandy hair was
closely clipped to a rather knobby
skull, and his lips were so thin that
when he compressed them his mouth
was marked only by straight line.
But. regardless of all that nature
and life of violence-Harry Myrick
was z connoisseur of violence, col
lector-- had done TO keep him out of
the Appollo class, his countenance
had an amiability and pleasantness
all Its own. Even when contemplat
ing assault and battery upon some
favorite enemy. his eyes glowed be.
nevolently. Rut In the heat of full
battle his face could take on the ter
rifying aspect of deaths head -
deaths head backed by 1913 pounds
of tireless. venomous, lightning
quick activity.
With the drink warming his vitsls.
he. uttered an appreciative All"
then he lighted a cigaret and set
tied himself in a rocking chair close
to- Reds bed.
Say" began his partner, "the
skipper of this whisky ship-the
Paulus, it's called-has something on
his mind. He gave me the tip TO
come out and see him tomorrow
morning. but he didn't want to say
anything in front of the fellow 7
took out. I told him / wouldn't run
any booze for him, but he said that
wasn't what he wanted"
''Where're the ships lying?"
Southeast of Montauk Point" Red
ground out the fire OF his cigaret,
settled himself more deeply In bed.
DIRTY Hooking bunch OF tubs. This
one-the Paulus--was out farther
than the others. The skipper said
he'd about sold out-only hundred
cases left. and he'd let those go for
cost. Fifteen dollars. Just ito get
clear. But I told him didn't want
to run booze"
"Naw-especially in 4 borrowed
plane" agreed Myrick. "A yee-boat
wouldn't hold much. anyhow. But
the skipper still wants to sec your"
Yep. Ne for sleep" He rolled
over.
What did that fellow want TO go
out fory"
~ dunno
"What did he look like"
"shifty-eyed sort of guy-about
thirty"
what did he do on board?" pur-
sued Harry Myrick
HE and the skipper had confab
alone in his cabin"
Red Luke grunted softly and fell
asleep. Myrick arose presently. un-
dressed. extinguished the light, got
into bed, and lay there. moving rest
lessIy. A half hour later his voice
cut through the darkness. Hey,
Red, Red,'
"What?' t?''-disgusted
II got IT,
"Got WHAT" grunted Red Luke.
About that bird you took out to
the ship, 1t just popped into my
head You probably brought back
about ten thousand dollars worth o
done Cocaine! Heroln,"
"Huh? Dope7"
Sure. that's the lay. That ships
out OF Hamburg. an they're selling
dope by the coal scuttle over there
free port. They certainly rnng you
Ia proper
"welI. III be-" Reds voice dwin-
died.
Figure II out for yourself. Think
II over Myrlck hoped out OF bed.
stripped blanket off, and wrapped
ii' about his spare body. lie drew the
rocking chair up close To Reds bed
gain. and they went back over each
step Of the days job.
Gosh 7 guess you're right" ad-
mitted Red finally. II got rung In
u that shifty-eyed blankety-bank
comes out here again. I'll"
Don't pull any rough stuff In
ierruIpted Myriok. ut don't take any
brains 10 knock = guys block off.
That's no game! You go on to sleep,
an let me do a flock o. thinking"
An hour passed before he shook
Reds shoulder.
Hey listen.''
'''w hat?''
"Brlneing In booze is one thing
Those that lap II up aren't such