The Coolidge examiner., 1936-07-03


Fetch" Again he tossed frag-
ment and it struck the fender.
With the sound Tip whirled.
bounded toward the car, paved at
the ground and picked up the
plaster in his mouth, trotting bsx.s
to his place below the window.
"Give! Now fetch again !.
In the car, boy, in the carl"
Behind him, Holt Stuart was pac-
ing and whistling lowly, raggedly;
not a musical whistle; a rather dry
and husky one, to be sure, but
still, it was sound.
Mystifed, Tip trotted out to
where he had found the plaster
and shifted and paved, looked
back, trotted around the car,
stopped and lifted his nose high,
drinking in scent from the seat.
Right! Good dog! Up, now;
Fetch. :"
Lightly, the dog leaped within,
bunting the half opened door wide.
He investigated at length, smell
ing here and there, paving, and
then, on a blanket which spread
across the cushion, he found his
masters scent and Immediately be-
gan tugging at it stoutly.
mo! Not that! Not the rope!"
Young moved his feet up and down
to relieve the nervous tension
which racked his body. "Stay there.
And fetch. Fetch, old
timer!"
Tip abandoned the rug. More
snuffling, more paving, and then
he came trotting toward the Jail,
limp glove in his jaws.
Fine! Give. That's a boy!
And fetch again"
He turned and beckoned Stuart
closer with a jerk of his head.
working fine! Get a blanket
and cut it into strips, about so wide"
measuring with thumb and finger.
"And keep whistling! For the love
of God don't stop whistling! It
means more to us than you'll ever
realize"
And now Tip was fetching a tire
iron and next he brought a pair
of pliers, handling the metal gin
gerly, head bent far to one side as
the grip necessary to holding them
hurt his teeth. AS he deposited
each against the wall he looked up
and threshed his tail and painted.
"Fetch!" whispered Young harsh
ly. "Clean her out! Bound to be
a wrenchr
But it was an S wrench and then
the other glove and screw driver;
next a jack handle and then i.
Young was laughing eXcitedly as
he waved an arm wildly for Holt,
because Tip was advancing,
monkey wrench held gingerly from
the side of his mouth.
"Good dog! Take! Hold 1t,
now! Steady. :"
"How's that?" muttered Stuart.
thrusting the rope made of a ripped
blanket into Kerry's hands.
"Whistle 3. Stay by the door
and whistle"
He scanned the darkness beyond
the lighted area anXiously. Any
passer, seeing the dog, could up
set his plan. And Nat Bridger
might have his vanity satiated by
now by the gang at the pool room.
The blanket rope was long
enough. He bent the shoe lace to
it and made in it running loop.
Then cautiously he thrust the
string through the bars and care
fully paid out the strands Of
woolen.
Tip stood there obediently,
wrench in his jaws, rolling his
eyes toward that descending moose.
1t swung and swayed; the loop
touched the dogs head, dangled
near the wrench and :. then closed
of its own weight!
With muttered curse, Kerry
jerked it upward again, improved
the knot and tried once more.
Thrice and a fourth time he was
forced to open the loop before it
finally swung over the end of the
wrench. Then, holding his breath
ne drew 1T taut and with a NUT
tered, "Give!' swung the wrench
| free.
1t touched the wall with a dull
clink; it came up and he drew
great gasp of night air as his
hand, thrust between the bars,
closed upon it.
How they worked on those tight
ly-set lag screws! On their knees,
close together, ready to throw them
selves back into the cells at the
| first alarming sound. they toiled.
| Two of the seven came easily. Two
more yielded to their combined
strength. The fifth and the sixth
finally moved, but the seventh .
All, that seventh!
With Stuart's hands gripped over
Kerry's they put their weights on
the wrench handle until Young
thought the flesh would roll from
his palms. They sweated and pant
ed, and cursed in whispers and
then, without warning, it gave, let