The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-07-23
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1LdC< L. AN01It1- J interrupted the cripple Spare us, on warm morning like this If I hear just one more such quo- tation I shall froth at the mouth and bits somebody"
 Alfred sat up behind the over turned couch.
 The stewards face was ghastly pale. His left arm, roughly ban laged in torn sheeting, showed as a great spot of crimson against the background of his white ser vice jacket. A semi-circle of emp ty clips was mute evidence to the fact that he had been a bulwark of strength during the nights siege.
 Martin, as usual, was silent. Propped on one elbow behind @ parapet of chairs at the north west corner window, he fingered his automatic lovingly.
 Emory, slpping his liquor slow ly, gazed across the room at the strange, silent man with some thing like wonder in his eyes. fWho could have thought that that taciturn, prosaic little real estate promoter would have had his bright moment of cold-blooded death-defying courage? Two hours before, Emory had watched, amaz- ed, as Martin had vaulted out of his window, sprinted across fifty feet of bullet-swept sand and re- trieved an automatic dropped by a dead attacker.
 Tired of being shot at without being able to shoot back" he had explained grimly to Emory, who had raced across the room, leaned out of the window and whisked him back into the relative security of the barricades.
 And Mallory. There was an- other study in psychology. He had burst out of his room cold-sober and at the first massed attack upon the house he had been quiet ly efficient, firing steadily, accu- rately, as though shooting at slay pigeons on range.
 An yes, it had been a merry little nightl Perhaps of them all, Dr. Titherington 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 minister had stood sentry-go over the two corridors leading to the two rear wings to make sure that none of the gang sters had succeeded in slipping between the house and either beach for a flank attack. He had done his duty throughout the long night.
 But most of all, it was the min ister's tender watch over Hamilton which had inspired even the grudg- ing admiration of the cynical Ash wood. ..e
 Still tied with the bonds that Stevens had wound round him, Hamilton lay in coma from which he had emerged in wild de- lirium when the fighting had reached a climax Yet through it all Dr. Titherington had soothed him with never-flagging patience, crawling over to him at frequent intervals to see if he still slept and if the barricade of furniture and mattresses still sheltered him from stray bullets.
 How much ammunition left?" called the cripple "Alfred!"
 "Only two clips, sirp
 Martini"
 -Four clips!"
 Good. Mallory"
 Three"
 And Battles has two. Tha makes fourteen. I have three my self Seventeen in all. We'll 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 and a machine-gun they could run the blighters off the island!"
 Are you asking me riddles?" de- manded Emory, irritated. For the past three hours he had tormented himself with the same