Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1932-07-06

off,"
! pleasure to dying" His drawing
voice had lost nothing of its hooking
brilliance. He reached for n cigarette
from Emory's case. Prom where |
lie he puffed. 'it looks as though
we would be able to hold them off
about thirty more minutes at the
longest n then only If we are able
to continue keeping them from pass
ing to the rear of the house n sur
rounding us"
They may all have sunstroke with
In the next thirty minutes!" retorted
the other, squirting cautiously over
the top for a brief glance toward the
hangar which, In the first faint pastel
tints of the dawn, looked strangely
peaceful in comparison with the
wrecked living room behind him. A
bullet snapped by and he dropped his
head unceremoniously. You picked
out some pretty fair sharpshooters
when you organized our mob, Ashie,"
he declared ruefully.
AS we sow, so shall We pro-
nounced a resonant voice from the
center of the room.
Please, please, DR.. Titheringtoni"
interrupted the cripple. Spare us, on
a warm morning like thisl If hear
just one more such quotation, / shall
froth at the mouth and bite some
body!'
Alfred sat up behind the overturned
couch.
The stewards face was CHASTITY pale.
His left arm, roughly bandaged in
torn sheeting, showed as a great
spotch of crimson against the back
ground of his white service jacket.
A semi circle of empty clips was mute
evidence to the fact that he had been
a bulwark of strength during the long
nights siege.
Martin, as usual, was silent.
Propped on one elbow behind a para
pet of chairs at the northwest corner
window. he fingered his automatic
lovingly.
Emory, slipping his liquor slowly,
gazed across the room at the strange,
silent man with something like Won
der In his eyes. Who could have
thought that hat taeiturn, prosaic
little real estate promoter would have
had his bright moment of cold blooded,
death-defying courage? Two hours
before, Emory had watched, amazed,
as Martin had vaulted out OF his win
dow, sprinted across fifty feet of bull
let-swept sane and retrieved an auto
matte dropped by a dead attacker.
Tired OF being shot at without be-
ing able to shoot back!f he had ex-
planned grimly to Emory, who had
raced across the room, leaned out Of
the window, and whiskdd him back
into the relative security of the bar
ricades.
And Mallory. There was another
study In psychology. He had burst
out of his room cold-sober, and at the
first massed attack upon the house
he had been quietly efficient, firing
steadily, accurately, as though shoot
ing at clay pigeons on a range.
Oh, yes, 1t had been q merry little
night Perhaps Of them all, DR.. Tith-
erington had been the outstanding
hero. A man of peace, unable to
have secured one Of the all-too-few
automatics had he wanted it, the min
lister had stood sentry-go over the
two corridors leading to the rear
wings to make sure that one Of the
gangsters had succeeded in slipping
between the house and either beach
for a flank attack. He had lone his
duty throughout the long night.
But most of all, 1t vas the minis
ter's tender watch over Hamilton
which had inspired even the %grudging
admiration of the cynical Ashwood.
Still tied with the bonds that Stew
ems had wound round him, Hamilton
lay in a coma from which he had
emerged in wild delirium when the
fighting had reached a crisis. Yet
through II all DR.. Titherington had
soothed him with never-flagging pa
tience, crawling over to him at fire.
quCiN ihNSi NdAc ~ see IL lie SUN SitDl
and If the barricade of furniture and
mattresses still sheltered him from
stray bullets.
How much ammunition left?"
called the cripple. Alfredo
only two clips, sir"
Martini"
-Four clips"
Good. Mallory"
Three"
And Battles has two. That makes
fourteen. / have three myself. Sew
enteen in all. Wen have to go easy
from now on. Don't shoot unless you
are positive you can drop your man."
Why don't Calhoun and Stevens
come back?" grumbled Mallory. with
a plane n a machine-gun they could
run the blighters off the island
Are you asking me riddles?" de-
handed Emory, irritated.
For the past three hours he had
tormented himself with the same
question. He had heard his mono
plane take off after the amphibian.
Something In the reckless surge of
its engine had told him that Jerry
was at the controls. Having seen
Stevens run down the hall after Jerry,
he assumed hat the two were togeth-
er In the plane. He knew that Nancy
was not in the house. What had hap
pened TO her, he did not know. Nor
did he know why Jerry had gone fly
ing away IN the night Wnen his pres
ence would have added so much to the
strength of the besieged forces in the
house.
1t had not occurred to him to ques-
ton Jerry's motives. Jerry's safety
was the only thing that worried him.
But no, that reckless, screaming
zoom of the m%onoplane had been with
hand on the stick. And once
in the air, Jerry would be safe. If
Won Richthofen's red-nosed circus
hadn't been able to bring him down
st. Quentin, certainly he vas in no
danger now.
Emory, his eyes just over the
Clipped edge of the table, gazed
steadily toward the hangar. Five men
stood talking in the palm grove, just
out of pistol range. AS he watched
them, curious, he saw two of them
pick UP a m~achine-gun and tripod and
in a wide circle toward the cas-
terly side of the house. Then, just
range, they mounted the gun
and lay down In the sawgrass.
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ITO be Continued.)