The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1933-08-22

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the short circuit Of the clearing.
Lazarre! No. it wasn't just Lazarre
Any mani He would have done II
for aJly man who was trapped there
az Lazarre was. There was nothing
heroic about it-iust to get in
through the hack Of the clubhouse,
GeTmaine! God. her courage -!
And 30 he ran. keeping close to
the outer edge OF the trees, the
flames and the moonlight helping
him to pick his way. It was not far.
He was at tina rear Of the clubhouse
now. Thera was q back yeranda--
steps--close to the trees-not much
clearing had been done here
He broke through the trees and
ran up the veHanda steps. The back
door was unlocked. he Hung 1t open
and stepped inside. a glare Of light
from the front OF the bungalow
showed him the way. He raced for.
ward. A swirl Of smoke choked him
stopped him.
The smoke cleared away. He went
on again. Leaping shadows. carica.
tured q radio. louRging chairs. q
table. and q settee fantastically.
This was the living room. There, be.
yond. was the front door. open. that
gave on the veranda and, Just In
side the doorway, a dark shape
huddled on the floor.
Lazayre! That was Lazarre, Of
coursel He lnnged forward. A wave
OF heat that acoFehed his lungs, rob.
bing him of his breath. drove him
hack. Queer that he could see out
Through that open door, No one
seemed to be coming and going in
and out Of the power house any
more. He lunged forward again
reached the huddied form ON the
iaoOH.
''Lazarral" he called out. "La-
xarre!p
There was no reply. He dragged
the man foot or two back into the
room and bent down to pick him up
In his aEma.
He cursed his wrists again. His
hands seemed to be- detached from
HIS arms. Lifting the man in his
arms. he staggered across the living
room and ont onto the rear verapda.
he sucked a the fresh air avidly
as he staggered down the steps.
THE man in his arms stirred
= mnmbled deliriously:
gWP. W.P. Tell the Wine Press
10 set Dollaire. Tell the Wine Press
--dsye hear tell EN-! It's Dollaire--
damned scum tell 'en .!''
The words were thudding at
Collins brain &c he reached the bot
lon Of the steps and laid She ether
"a the ground. W.P. Yes, that stood
'or Wins Press hut what Was the
Wine Press? What did that mean?
Hut that could watt. Where was
ne man wounded Z How badly was
ae hurt2 The Aamea nom the aide
IL the clubhouse threw into fitful
relief q white. ashen face. blood.
soaked shirt and the man was still
numbiinG II dsIixinm. bat Colin
could not catch the wOrda now.
He tore the shirt opep. OF course
4 was La1axre. BOuchard had said
10. And there was the scar o. the
right shoulder to which Reddy had
regefred--a Ions. Jagged cicatrice
running parallel with the shoulder
blade. hut he had not torn the nan'a
lhirt open % look for that scar. He
haa not thought Of the scar. or had
any doubt In his mind but that 1t
was Lazarre; he had torn the shirt
open to look for Lazarrels wound.
And now his lips frightened. There
we're 4 good many wounds. Shotgun
wouncs. LazAEra's body was pep.
pered with thsm. He ala not know
how serious they were. What vas he
10 dor Il I.axaTre---
He rose suddenly to his feet. From
he back ef the clnbhomsa here he
could not nee the power house; hut
shouts reached him nov. voIleying
English 0aths coming nearer. That
answered his question. There was
nothing more that he could do for
I.asarre except leave him to
his frisnds.
Yes axd--he smiled grimN-la
would be lust as well. not only for
he sake o. Laaarre. Bat for Ger
naine'a and his own, 10 he were not
,allea upoh now to explain his pres.
snce herel
He stepped quickly back IN
amongst the trees that were only q
lew yards OF. and waited. They
would salvage what they could. no
iouht. and the only way they could
re- into the club at eli now VISA by
way Of tha back door. so they were
bound II zee LAsarre lying there.
Bat he must 1T least make sure Of
hat. Cor tha are Would-- His mind
awerved on &c . tangent. DoIiaire
must have collected his loOt ana e.
capped.
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