The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1936-12-14

I Gregory.
"You don't mind II we look over
Our PRISON." Jean asked In Q voice
as cold as her eyes.
go right ahead. But it's not ex-
actly q prison, you know"
THANK you so much" she said
cuttingly.
"Don't irritate him." Gregory
whispered.
She was watching Mundy's de-
parting back. I'D like to know
why not"
I'VE want the run Of the place.
don't WEI"
They stopped at Q small hut. Jean
peered through the dusty wire graf
ing over q window.
That's only where the dynamo Is
housed" Gregory said shortly.
There's nothing here we want to
bother with yet"
"Yet? What do you mean?"
Mean? Gregory laughed.
Nothing"
Sometimes I don't understand
you at all" She regarded him In
tently. "Just why should you want
to help me, anyway"
His gaze was divided between her
eyes and lips. H estepped closer,
slowly. He gripped her upper arms
intensely. "You can't guess, Jean9"
please :"
IT can't stand this any longer, /"
he exclaimed in a low voice. II
want to protect you Jean. To love
YOU Her hands were pushing
against his chest. His voice, despite
It's vibrant softness, seemed to
harden. why do you always stiffen
when I tell you I love you? 1t isn't
that roughneck, Mundy?"
II hat Rex Mundy!" She freed
herself YEARLY from his grasp. II
do appreciate your help. It's all I
have. But Come on, II we're
going to find where they keep their
ammunition reserve"
They continued walking toward
the river. The rotund Chinese who
had served their meal waddled out
Of a shack not far from the boat
house. His arms Graded q heavy
sack of -four. He evidently intended
to make a return trip, for he left
the door unlocked.
Ammunition Found
inside of the shack could be seen
crates Of tin cans, bags Of beans,
boxes Of cereals, cartons Of dried
fruits and other provisions. Jean
tensed. In one corner stood several
plainly marked containers Of cart
ridges, dynamite and machine-gun
strips.
$50 Mundy claims he has only
enough ammunition for use at the
mine?" Gregory smiled. He was
examining the paddock on the door.
"Uuuuum: I don't think / would
find 1t to difficult to pick this"
wen take some Of that ammuni-
tion," she whispered hoarsely. We'll
put it on the motorboat to-
night >"
"some9" Gregory asked. "why
not take 1t air"
But :"
She regarded him queerly.
II mean there must be plenty
more Of the stun stored around
here" he said quickly. This was
probably shifted here from the
main supply so as to be handy.
Mundy can't need 1t half as badly
as your father, no matter how much
he whines about being short"
The fat Chinese was returning.
The sound Of distant gunf1re still
intensified the atmosphere.
Lets see about the boat" Jean
Strebor said.
She did not raise her voice, but
1t was grim, determined. That enc
mics lurked outside the protecting
fence, that the boat was slow and
It's motor erratic, that Mundy had
stated that any one trying to run
upriver to where her father was be-
sieged by Marshal Fang would only
be killed or captured; all this meant
nothing now.
Everything must be planned SO
we can move quickly and without a
mistake" The muscles in her 1.-THE
feminine body frightened with ap-
prehension. 1.-THE best time should
be after midnight. must take this
ammunition upriver to my father
tonight"
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