The Bozeman courier., 1927-06-03

legal wrath-but there was always the
possibility that some one possessing
keenness of mind might inquire too
closely into why the gateman accepted a
fake pass-and why he let a case of lace
through on grocery truck without hav-
ing his suspicious aroused.
But now the little transaction had
been thoroughly spoiled. There would
be no fake pass presented. In spite Of
his best intentions, John Shane was not
party to what might happen-where-
fore Jimmy was as eager as any Of his
fellows successfully to conclude the theft.
He crossed to one of his intimates and
spoke softly into that gentleman's ear.
Get the gang together!" he ordered.
''I'll drive the damned truck and we'll
rush the gate"
1t was a daring, desperate thing; but
the Chelsea gang was not unused to dar-
! ing deeds. Besides, the sheer melodra-
matte pictureSqueness of it made an ir-
restible appeal The word spread swiftly.
At a signal from Jimmy seven of the
Chelseaites leaped for the grocery truck
the motor Of which was still thrum-
ming. Jimmy took the wheel, let his
gears into low, gave one SOnorOus blast
of the siren, and stepped on the gas.
The effect was immediate and startling.
All other noises on the pier were drowned
in the banging of the motor Long
shoremen and cargo guards leaped out Of
the way-yelling. Truck drivers cursed
frantically and backed their vehicles into
the cargo piles. And at the pier entrance
something was happening.
John Shane's eyes narrowed, and ne
turned away briefly to beckon to three
broad shouldered, silent men who had
been lounging nearby. With expert eyes
this quartet sized up the situation.
Lunging toward them was the massive
truck. At the wheel was Jimmy Lynn
handsome face set and stern. Beside him
was squat, ratty little man, and in the
steady right hand Of that man was. an
exceedingly businesslike blue steel auto
!, , matte
Two gangsters clung precariously tx
the tail of the truck. They held with
their left hands and in their rights were
: wicked, curVing bale hooks, modern scim
: itars Of the waterfront; dangerous weap
l ons in these expert hands. Lying read!
g on top Of the truck were three others o.
! the gang and one of these had also pro
duced gun.
= Work had stopped as by magic. Long
shoremen, crew, and officers hocked Il
q the rail of the massive and graceful
3 Agraria to witness the battle. There wa
a moment Of thunder as the truck bor
8 down on the gate; tense, fierce wait
> ing for the first splitting of a gun, ant
4 then, clear above the roar Of the truck
' Jimmy Lynn's warning to his stepfather
: Out Of the way-or tAereu be
: The four men at the gate were un
- armed. They were brave but not undul
r foolish. They stepped back and the true
o bludgeoned through and whtrled int
3 the congested traffic Of West street. tn
. three square shouldered men who ha
o stood with John Shane followed.
Jimmy gave a demonstration Of def
! and daring driving. He careened acros
4 West street, avoiding trucks and taxicah
+ by inches; cursing. pleading, never slow
, ing for an instant. Two traffic police
= men yelled at him, but he paid them n
= heed. A side street yawned its welcom
= and he darted into 1t. Not until the
- did the desperate crew CT the truck rela;
= They looked at each other and CRIME
q in somewhat sickly fashion-victims
= reaction.
1t Jimmy swung two more corners, the
d slowed down. He spoke curtly to his fe
st lows, as BELTS Napoleon of felony. Thel
ar with some slight regard for traffic regJ
lations, he headed toward the apparent
ID innocent warehouse where Lew Fostl
and his crowd stored valuable materi
g. unconventionally obtained - and dh
SIS posed Of it at their leisure.
A.
* On the second deck Of the pier, in 9
n expensive mahogany furnished of1c
Chris DOruau. uier e11Derintendeut MOI