Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-04-15
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By JEFFERSON FARJEoN Copyright e. soaMn- AMA~h&
By Ripley
Copyright. 1922. BY Central Press Association. Inc.

! calls. I strikes a match, and looks
inter the winder. My Gawd!"
Sudden emotion swept over him,
and provoked another paroXysm OF
coughing.
What did you see?" asked Rup-
ert, discovering that his heart
| was beating rather fast.
"a deader," gasped the laborer.
LYNN on the ground. A deader!"
Rupert took hold of the laborer's
arm to steady him, and looked at
him hard.
Are you sure Of this? he de-
manded.
"Yus. I'm sure. There e lies.
near the clock, with the door
hopen. Yer tan be sure yerself in
a minute, COS 'e's still there"
Good Lord!" murmured Rupert,
turning. But now the laborer took
hold Of his arm, and held him.
"'Arf a mol" he said, thickly. II
amt finished jest yet-and, take
my tip, sir, yer wants ter go slow!
Yer see, there was this deader. lynn
on the ground-and there wasn't
no Brown"
Eyes, yes-so I gather. But he
may be in the house"
"-E amt. Leastways, ! couldn't
find i'm"
do you mean to say, you search
ed the house?"
WE'LL 'ad a bit Of a look round.
'CorSe-I can't say as 'ow I liked
It," The simple truth was that Ted
had never spent a more terrified
ten minutes in the whole OF his
life. But we didn't like the war,
did we? Well there yer are"
"You searched the house-and
found nothing?"
"Nothin'. So I comes out. and I
ses to meself. 'Deader,' I ses, and
Brown missin'. Browns killed i'm,
and done a bolt"
"Oh, ridiculous!" exclaimed Ru-
pert. Brown would never do a
thing like that"
"rE might, to perteck 'iSelf, II
the deader tried to kill i'm fust,"
the laborer pointed cut. "Any'ow,
there I was. And orl Of a sud-
den, while I was starin', I ears
one O. them bangs like, and it
seemed ter be inside me, like, COS
1 goes orl dizzy, and the next
bloomin' thing I remember Is that
I'm out ere In the lane runnin'
like a bull was arter me-"
Il don't wonder, old chap! Was
anything after you?"
Dunno. Hexpeck not. / runs
arm a mile, and pitcher inter q
edge, and stays there, COS I'm too
scared ter move, and findin' 1t not
so bad, I goes orr ter sleep. And
then I wakes hup, and waits
around fer you ter come along, and
ter warn yer, COS If yer goes into
that 'ouse. and anyone finds yer
with the body. they'll say as 'ow
you done 1t. 'Corse they will"
mo, they won't!" retorted Rup-
ert. "And, Of course, I've got to
90 into the house. But look here
you've done your bit-and earned
your bit, too. I don't suppose you
want to be scared any more. do
you, or to get mixed up in all this?
Here's five dollars for you, and ]
suggest you hop it."
Ted blinked. Five dollars? The
world was getting too dizzy alto
gether! He took the bank note
almost mechanically, al 1t was
thrust into his grimy hand: but he
did not take the advice that had
accompanied it.
you're a gent, sir-that's a fack,'
he muttered, rather ~unsteadily. "a
nicer lot o. folk I never did meet
that's a fack. But I amt goin' ter
'op it, not jest yet. P'r'aps, If ]
'angs round, I can do a bit more
for this ere money. I amt none
too 'appy about that little Teller
Brown. yer know. as I ses."
well, do as you like" replied
Rupert. "but remember you're free
to go the moment you want to. Thu
only point I ask Is that you say
nothing whatever about all this ye'
to anybody. You ear earn YOU
money that way"
See me torkin' ter the p'leece!'
murmured Ted. That's a good 'un
that isl"
i The u~nbosoming was now over