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

Of the hangar. In a few moments II
would be too late. They'd have her
in the plane. He forgot the swapping
bullets which were cutting thru the
palm leaves above. He attempted to
rise. The iron hand of the detective
fell upon his shoulder and forced him
back to his knees.
six inches more murmured Ste
vens impatiently, "anG you'd of lost
the top of your head. Great help,
aren't your
At redoubled speed the two scram-
bled on their hands and knees thru the
sand and sawgrass. The hangar was
close, now. Its interior blazed with
brilliant lights. From its open door
a wide white apron Of light shone
across the black waters Of the inlet.
In its reflection slisteaed the silvery
wing of Emory's ~mOnopiana, standing
silently on the hard-packed sand
thirty or forty feet west of the build
ing.
Sudden hope surged into Jerry's
heart. He quiekened his pace, veer-
ing toward the monoplane. They
could heal the hammering of the am
phibian's engine as she TAXED down
the runway and into the water.
Jerry's muscles quivered with Gag
erness. Now, If ever, was the time
to run for 1t. Everything depended on
being able to seize the monoplane.
Failing that, they would be helpless.
Come on he whispered, make a
dash for our plane
The detective grunted inarticu-
lately Jerry did not wait. He rose
from his crouch like a Splinter at the
starting gun.
A large black figure blocked his
path. that of a guard standing watch
over the monoplane. But his atten-
finn 4tr1g fnnn fha 40 whine nK,nTRhfh-
ian, from whose exhaust issued a
v%aricolored ribbon of flame. With all
the momentum of his plunging body,
Jerry dived at him The two went
down in a tangle, beneath the shadow
of the great wing.
Stevens, arriving almost as they
fell, swung the butt of his gun down
with terrific force upon the gangster's
head. There was a hollow thwack.
The mans arms relaxed. Stevens
ierked Jerry to his feet and showed
him into action.
In another moment the pilots fly
in feet had reached the stirrup be-
meath the cabin door. Fumbling at
the handle, he became conscious of
from every side. The s~lap-slap-slap
of bullets was almost continuous. He
wondered how many shots could pos
sibly miss him. 1t seemed to take
hours and hours to open the cabin
door. Stevens voice, calm and matter
~of-fact. cut thru the inferno of sound.
"All right, son, get her started. I'll
stay here and hold 'em off"
Jerry squirmed into the bucket seat
and felt for the starter. Cold p%erspira-
ton beaded his face as it occurred to
him that the guards might have dis
abled the engine to foriestall just
such an effort to capture the mono
plane. No use worrying about that,
now. The next few seconds would tell.
The whirring, churning noise of the
turning engine sounded dead. Not a
single kick out of her. Would she
eve start?
The heavy crash of Stevens service
automatic came almost from beneath
the cabin floor. The old man was still
alive, then, probably c%rouching be-
meath the aluminum-cowled right
wheel al he held the mob at bay.
Why didn't the engine start? Chur-
ming, churning-would she never take
hold? Jerry jazzed the throttle desper-
ately, ducking instinctively as a bullet
tore thru the wall of the cabin and
snapped close by his head.