Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1932-07-13
Chapter SO.
THREE o LEFT

skT listen, you little fighting cock"
- Emory said, hitching himself
closer to the other. There's. only
n thing that'll keep me from kick
ing off with a smile On my ACE"
And that is?' invited Ashwood,
quietly.
I'm so curious about you that I'm
itching all over. Since wen probably
both be bounced off In the next
twenty minutes, won't you tell me
what turned you from a good drink
ing partner, as you were back in
London, to a h~ard-boiled egg such as
you are now?"
The cripple glanced over the table
top, then turned his vivid blue eyes
toward Emory.
Il W you something" he ac-
knowledged slowly, $50 / suppose /
may as well tell you. Forgive me If
| spare you the details. I'm an
American. Enlisted In the Royal
Flying Corps in Canada. Sometime
before | ran across you In London,
/ met a girl who drove an ambu-
lance for the Overseas club. Shw
quite a bit of her. Asked her to
evening of ours which ended in the
fight with the military police, she
stole some important papers from
the pocket of my tunic.
Some days after she took the
papers, a British push was smashed
to bits by the Germans. My fault,
0 see. On that same day, a Ger
man Fokker crooked me owe the
lines. Our men hoisted the engine
off my leg and took me to the hos
pital. But that didn't prevent them
from cashiering me. At the trial
they blamed me for other things
things / hadn't done. / felt 10 low
that l guess | didn't put up a de-
cent defence. Spent a year In the
Tower of London, epecting to be
shot any day. Six months after the
had forgotten me-, but had remem-
bered to drop my name from my
clubs.
II drifted about like a pariah.
Needed excitement. Had no respect
for justice, hence none for the law
that administered It,. Wa taught me
the real value of human life, which Is
less than nothing. Turned to crime
for excitement and to keep me off
ment. Played the Lone Wolf racket
for a while. Came back to America.
Saw In some OF the Chicago gangs
that were just beginning to lift their
heads a possibility for organized crime
would be highly diverting and
exceedingly profitable. | recruited
my own mob-who, by the way, are
beginning their attack"
He turned abruptly and fired three !
shots as fast as he could pull the ,
Emory, getting into action,
two men stumble and fall.
The battle became general, but TO
Emory 1t was a matter of himself,
alone, against half a dozen. He was
conscious that the fighting was
sweeping toward and around the
house like q prairie fire. That was
Incidental. The only matter of i'm
,ortance was his own individual eff
ort to keep that little group Of men
rom reaching the porch. The leader
he galloped ahead OF his comrades.
emory wished to stand up and shoot
[ out with him but from the shelter
II the palms the m~achine-gun sprayed
lis window with bullets. 1t was al
most suicidal even to raise his head
or a quick pot shot.
A dozen more steps and that chap
With the contorted face and staring
yes would be able to dodge behind the
ledge Of the porch. Now.
1mory's gun smacked against the
aim of his hand. The fellow crashed
ul against the porch.
Emory heard Mallory cursing in a
monotone, on and on, endlessly, flat
y, interrupted only by the heavy
ark OF his automatic. Ashwood was
ilent, his mouth set in a twisted
rim. firing slowly, carefully, wasting
ot a single shot.
Running men were falling In the
and, some to get up and resume the
barge, others to drag themselves
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