The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-11-20

Faith, flushed with excitment. ran
down the weed-grown path to the
open, unhinged gate and sprang
upon the running board Of Bob
Hathaway's car.
slide over into the drivers seat
and get the engine going! she COM
manded Cherry breathlessly. pete
Gonzales was in that house and re-
fused to come out when h ) mother
called him. Bob's scouting around
the back. Pete was probably watch
ing from the window and will make
a bolt for it through the front door.
If he does-oh, there he is now! See
dropping out of that window! He'll
jump the fence and make a run for
it.-Quickl Can you turn the car In
this narrow street,"
IT can turn on a diner Cherry
boasted, her eyes glittering with ex-
element. She swung the car at an
almost exact right angle into the
road, backed piece, then, with a
great wrench of the wheel with
tiny, frail-looking hand, headed it
toward the fleeing figure Of a short.
thick-set, long-armed man, clad In
soiled dark trousers and frayed old
red sweater. He was bare-headed,
and he ran like an ape, his bowed
legs incredibly awkward, his abnor-
mally long arms swinging.
There's Bob!'' Faith gasped.
"Wait for him."
Hathaway was running fieetly
across the vacant lot next to the
Gonzales home. Pete Gonzales was
block away, but Cherry threw the
car into reverse and backed swiftly
toward Bob, who did not lessen his
own speed as he ran to meet 1t.
Good giriv' he painted, as he
sprang to the running board. "You
keep to the wheel, Cherry. III stay
here, ready to drop of and tackle
the big bum when we catch him.
Wouldn't be surprised II he's got
gun, but there's one In the pocket
of my car, and I won't hesitate to
flash 1t on him. Hand it to me,
Faith. It's on your side; just lift
up that flap. Don't be afraid Of 1t, "
he laughed tenderly as she drew out
the gun gingerly.
Don't pse it, Bob!'' sho begged.
ooh, look; he's fallen DOWN.
cts ruse," Bob told her grimly.
$50 he can get his gun out without
being seen doing it. Stop the car.
Cherry, quick! Give me that gun,
Faith!'
Cherry stopped the car almost
within It's own length, and about
hundred feet from the huddled figure
in the road. Faith, her hands trem-
bling and her eyes agonized, passed
the blue, snub-nosed automatic pistol
to Bob, who Immediately jumped
from the running board and ran to-
ward the fallen man. He carried the
pistol conspicuously, in extended
right hand, so that 1t must be plain
ly visible to the man who groveled
in the dirt, as If unable to rise.
"Stick 'em up, Peter Rob's voice
cracked sharply In the chill October
air. "I'm not going to use this toy
IL you behave yourself. Just want
TO have little chat with you. Why
did you run away?"
The dust-covered figure withered;
the head reared slowly, like that Of
a snake about to- strike; inch by inch
the hands went up, and out of the
clenched right one dropped a small
automatic Pete Gonzales was an
evil thing to look upon, with his
greasy thatch of long, uncombed
black hair, his little pig-eyes glinting
malevolently at the man who had
him cornered.
Jaw, dry up and blow awayl" his
hoarse, croaking voice rasped out.
What right you got to come snoop-
in around a guys house?"
Bob Hathaway laughed shortly
and stopped to pick up the automa-
tic which Pete Gonzales had dropped,
taking care to keep him covered as
he did so.
STAND up, Pete, I'm not going to