The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-05-07

JrOIIlnS toward the JAN wall. AAp
glove in his jaws.
Fine! Give. That's boy! And
fetch again."
He turned and beckoned Stuart closer
with a jerk of his head.
Working fine! Get a blanket and
cVt it into strips, about so wide
measuring with thumb and finger. And
keep whistling! For the love Of God
don't stop whistling! 1t 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 gingerly, 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 harshly.
Clean her out! Bound to be a
wrench"
But it was an S wrench and then
the other glove and a screw driver
next a jack handle and then -.
Young was laughing excitedly as he
waved an arm wildly for Holt because
Tip was advancing, a monkey wrench
held gingerly from the side of his
mouth.
Good dog! Take!. Hold it, now!
Steady. -"
'How's that?" muttered Stuart,
thrusting the rope made of a ripped
blanket into Kerry's hands.
whistle! :. . Stay by the door and
whistler
He scanned the darkness beyond the
lighted area anXiouSly. Any paSser,
seeing the dog, could upset his plan.
And Nat Bridger might have his vanity
satiated by now by the gang at the
pool room. Time was precious.
The blanket rope was long enough.
He bent the shoe lace to it and made
in it a running loop. Then cautiously
he thrust the string through the bars
and carefully paid out the strands
Of wooden.
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 a 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, he drew it taut and with a
muttered, "Giver' swung the wrench
free.
1t touched the wall with 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 tightly
set lag screws! On their knees, close
together, ready to throw themselves
back into the cells at the first alarm
ing sound, they toiled. Two of the
seven came easily. Two more yielded
to their combined strengths. The fifth
and the sixth finally moved but the
seventh All, that seventh!
Kerry's they put their weights on the
wrench handle until Young thought the
flesh would roll from his palms. They
sweated and painted and cursed in
whispers and then, without warning, it
gave, letting go so suddenly that Kerry
lunged noisily against the cell bars.
And on that sound came another
steps approaching; feet at the entry
and they scuttled for their cells.
ANY calls, MAJ"
1t was Bridger's voice and a woman
answered from somewhere.
He came on and peered through the
door, trying the lock. Young held his
lungs fat for fear the whole panel
would move.
"You boys all rightT' he asked.
What d'you mean, all right?" Stuart
growled.
The sheriff laughed and turned away.
For an hour, then, they lay still and
not until a muffled, regular snoring
heralded the fact that rest had come
to the county's servant did they leave
their cots.
1t was the work of a mere moment
to remove the last screw and, with his
shoulder to the panel, Young showed
carefully.
The bottom plate grated on the con,
crete, gave, squeaked trifie and then
=. swung free! man could roll be.
meath it to the Jail corridor and be on
his way.
But he let it swing back and
crouched there on the floor listening
Abruptly, he said:
AFTER I'm gone, you set the screws
back and cover the heads with dust
Stuart looked at him blankly.
You mean =. That is :. e.. You're
going alone?"
Listen, chuml It's tough, l know
But you're in as a murder suspect
Breaking jail would be damned seriou:
for you. With me, it's lesser offense
4 And, besides that, Wen need informa
ton about Bridger's plans, perhaps"
That was not his reason, his rea
reason. Good enough, to be sure; bu
knowing Stuart for hot-headed, i'm
pulsive boy, he did not dare risk liber
ating him now, when so much and suci
careful, patient work lay before him.
Hell, Youngi I hadn't figured"
But / had. I know just what's go
to be done, outside. Can't you see tina
maybe you'll be you'll be helpin:
Nan by sticking here and keeping you
eyes and ears open?"
~Of course, If you put 1t that wa,
His consent was not without reluc
| lance.
Kerry rolled beneath the out-swun!
panel
Good luck," They gripped hand
through the bars. Tell Nat the fairie
came for me. And when you've go
the screws back, duck that wrench
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