Evening star., 1935-05-26

over there. You don't suppose they're wise
to what s happening. do your"
II don't know. We don't need you men.
We've got plenty of deputies "
Where are your boys located, Sheriff." one
of the men in the Car asked. ignoring Perkett.
Sheriff Argyle's voice was filled with self
importance II got the place surrounded.
boy" he said You can get out i! you want
to and come with US" He moved forward.
lust minute" Dick said Let's see the
credentials of these men"
He stepped toward the car Perkett was just
in front of him.
How many government men," asked a
voice from the car.
Two" Sheriff Argyle answered.
How many with you. Sheriff."
Three right here Bob Dawley. my under
sheriff. and one of the deputies. Then we got
deputies pretty much strung along the whole
meadow. We're gettin' ready to close in"
The big sheriff put his left hand on the side
of the car. He extended his right hand Glad
to meet you boys" he welcomed.
One of the men in the car leaned forward.
His right hand shot out not toward the
sheriff's palm, but in straight line for the
sheriff's chest. The squirt of fame was smoth-
cred by the sheriff s barrel chest. The big man
jerked backward. as though he had been a
puppet and someone standing behind him had
pulled string
Perkett shouted. and raised his gun. But it
was Bob Dawley. young. quick of motion and
light of foot, who jumped forward and fired.
A sawed-off shotgun slid ominously over the
edge of the rear door of the car Both barrels
caught Bob Dawley in the stomach.
Dick got his machine gun into action as he
saw Dawley double forward. A sub machine
gun ratified from the car. Perkett went down.
Dick saw the headlights squarely in front of
him. He heard someone laugh His gun was
jerking and twitching in his hand. The big
automobile loomed in front of him like some
sinister onrushing beast. He felt the jar of the
impact. He was hurtled backward Instinc-
lively. he twisted to avoid the front wheels.
The car was over him now He was directly
between the wheels, with the car above. He
tiattened himself against the ground. Some
thing caught in his clothes. As he was dragged
forward. he clawed at the ground. Gravel cut
his hands, lacerated his face. The cloth tore.
A shooting pain stabbed his side. Exhaust
gases scared his face. Then he was conscious
once more of the stars and the coming dawn.
Slowly. Dick got to his feet. His weapon
had been knocked from his hands, He could
still hear the noise Of the car. which had
apparently slowed down. From the direction
OF the house, someone whistled. The whistle
was answered by signal from the horn OF the
automobile Headlights blazed as car came
charging from the besieged farmhouse toward
the waiting car. Little pin points of light
showed where there was firing from the
attackers. The two cars swung in circle
They were coming back. Headlights danced
along the road. Dick looked for his SUBJ
machine gun. The cars were on him. Someone
was firing at close range The bullets struck
the earth, throwing stinging particles of
gravel against his face. He remembered his
tear gas bombs. and reached for the sack II
had been torn loose.
The cars swept past like some breath of
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