Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1932-01-28

"Jeze! You are a Wefears. ain
your" He explained nothing NOR
until made ready for his bunk. Then
reaching into his shoe. he remove,
the insole and brought forth a Tight,
folded bill from beneath 1t. Here
Wetears," he said, 1t was a twenty
dollar certificate.
Joe took the currency with some sur
| prise.
They told me | could get none,
| from my envelope whenever | needed
any," he said.
Suppose you get hold OF a righl
screw thatll sell you a paper of snow
They won't give you money downstairs
for that | got mine!" he whispered
after time. Il know when I'll use It
too"
Nor was there an explanation of
that remark. He only paced for
awhile, sat on his bunk, eyed Joe
eagerly, like n man Obsessed with in.
ner thoughts. then turned away. silent.
The night passed. with its myriad
noises. Hymie made ready for an
other day in the cage, awaiting his
turn In the courtroom. Suddenly he
turned to Joe. whispering.
TEL you what I'll dor he ex.
claimed "I'll bet you twenty beat
Dannemora |"
Joe reached for the money.
Its your twenty" he said.
1Yeah?" Hymie blinked with men,
DRY. That's right he said. mo fun
betting against my own money"
A few minutes later he was taken
away TO wait anew In the detention
room. Joe went back to his bunk;
almost Immediately he was on his
feet again. The guard had returned,
and was unlocking the door, this time
for him.
Pete Maxwell was waiting to check
him out over the Bridge Of Signs.
Then down the long, broad staircase
they Travelled and once more into the
magistrates court on the first floor,
where thecage held some twenty men
OF which group Joe became a silent
member.
One by one, guards came to the
door. opened 1t and beckoned men out,
pulling the light door, with its ordi-
nary reversed spring lock, swiftly shut
behind them as the prisoner passed
forth.
Now and then new men came to
take the place Of those who had de-
parted, some handcuffed, one In an
Oregon boot, heavy, block IKE thing
OF steel which fitted about his ankle
and which he dragged with effort.
They brought him In and unfastened
the heavy burden for a brief rest
while he was In the cage; Joe watched
them with wide eyes. He'd never seen
man trussed like this. Steadily the
calls came, for prisoner after pris-
oner; one by one they passed forth
until only three men remained in the
big, steel-wire cage, voluble italian.
Joe Barry and the blocky, black-fea-
tured man who slouched there, one
foot extended as II In constant watt
Ing for the heavy steel handicap. now
lying In disnse upon the floor. Then
they came for the italian and took
him forth. A second guard entered.
closed the door behind him and mo-
fioning to the blocky prisoner, began
the affixing Of the Oregon boot that he
might be ready for his summons. But
as ne raised 1t to snap about the ex-
tended ankle. he paused, and listened, |
his head turned sharply toward the |
outer courtroom door.
There came the swift. deep cracking
OF revolvers, not one but dozen. 8 |
frosted door panel tingled and spread
rs crashing glass to the floor. There
we're shouts, the sound OF many run
ming forms. the wild cry OF some one
,ursing above the clatter OF gunfire:
-nlrd shot took half the glass from the
transom, and with that the guard
licked the lock OF the Oregon boot.
'wung to his feet, and with leap,
cached the cage door. He unlocked
T. he swung 1t wide and darted
through, then with the over-strength
i excitement, slammed it heavily be-
IND him, and ran forth to the cor
1dor, not looking back. Joe Barry
moved forward. The door had struck
md rebounded too swiftly for the
nap-lock to find It's receptacle; now
swung wide to its fun extent, struck
gainst Its stop and then moved lazily
ack on the rebound. A form passed
oe; 1t was the prisoner In the Ore
on boot. But he did not seek flight.
ie merely stood there and as the
DOR came to the jam, his big hand
losed over 1t. meshing 1t into its
roper position. Joe Barry turned
way; like an animal he had seen q
age door wide open before him, like an
nimal he had been afraid to risk
hat freedom held for him.
Wilder grew the sounds from out
de; hundred voices shouting now.
here were more shots-from the side
the mezzanine corridor, from the
'tunda, from the stairway, where
'me one evidently stood at bay.
Look out r 1t was one voice above
] the rest. Hes got shot left
on, UD there on fhn rnn1yapina nYn |