Evening star., 1928-02-07

Sure y'aint seen emp"
What do you want to know for?"
| Torsten glared at him.
That's my business You amt see
two men and gal? Egyptians?"
Torsten told him to go to the devil.
| No use talkin' like that" said the
officer. unperturbed. I'm an officer Of
| the law. Them three's been hanging
round the town here last couple CT
weeks. Amt up TO no good. Mrs.
Lowell left her washing out last night
and it's gone!"
"You don't say!" laughed Torsten.
Jenny had to laugh, the policeman
| looked so fierce and impotent brandish-
| ing his baton at the huge Torsten who
was looking down at him the way a
| st. Bernard would stare at fox terrier
But when they were driving away she
| asked TorSten why he had lied about
| the two men and the girl.
why should l tell him?" burst out
Torsten unexpectedly. Whats the
use of helping cops to hunt people
down? Good God-leave people alone"
His voice surged wildly And she
knew that it was himself that he was
thinking of in this case. He was still
suffering from the shock of that tap
on the shoulder in the railway station.
They drove past Abraham Lincoln.
still smiling at the life Of Foxville under
its elms. and took the country road
why should II" growled Torsten.
"SQueal on couple of poor devils that
have never done me any harm. I'm no
Judas Iscariot!"
But they're thieves!"
"Huhr" There was world OF bitter
| ness in Torsten's grunt. Who isn't
that's whot I'd like to know? D'you
think that copper is saint? l don't
think. bet you he's making money for
| things that are going on in this town
right now. These little dumps are
| often as bad as the big ones II you only
| know the truth. Wait till you see some
| Of these sheriffs trying to beat up a
hobo. / suppose you think your old
man is saint OF some Sort
Jenny smiled wryly. She knew
| enough Of her fathers business meth
| ods to have no illusions left about him.
We'll. then" said Torsten. Why
should I turn those poor gypsies in?
That cop probably stole that woman's
| washing himself"
They both laughed at the thought
At the camp they found Hickey Cain
raging over a mishap TO the trucks.
Two of them had been utterly put out
Of commission. Their drivers. trying 10
take short cut instead OF following
the detour round the bog. had mired
them in the Shiny black ooze. Then
they had tried TO Jazz them out OF II.
with the result that the newer job
a 2-year-old truck-had broken its
| spine shaft. and the other. relic OF
| the old overhead cab days, had shot It's
| entire gear case TO bits. Both OF the
| trucks were still fast in the mud.
There you are!" stormed Hickey
Cain, as II Torsten were personally re-
| sponsible for all this.
"Applesauce!" retorted Torsten. ex-
asperated blame. I'm no mind reader
am ~"
you ain't--eh? Well. look here. Mr.
| Aberg." said Cain turning red You d
| better keep a civil tongue in your face
understand? You know what 1
| mean"
| Jenny saw Torten's eyes. the ex-
preston Of mixed fury and sudden fear.
| and was thankful for his sake that at
| that moment he turned to the two truck
| drivers He looked them up and down,
examining them contemptuously. as he
| answered Hickey Cain.
How was / TO know that these buns
didn't know a swamp from hard
ground? You don't expect 10 find peo-
| pie as dumb as all that"
| The two vacant-faced drivers glared
and began TO mutter TO each other.
Shut up!" snapped Torsten The
| next thing you two are going to drive
| In a wheelbarrow, Beat 1T"
| He gave a jerk with his thumb, and
| after another glare. the two men shut
| fed off. Jenny saw them turn and
| watch Torsten from DISTANCE Tor
stem his back TO them. was arguing