The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-06-29
.H0LDUP HONEYMOON
Ry EDWIN RuTT Copyright ess.NEA Service Ine

and thought to have settled the matter.
 But he hadn't.
 i've still got a dollar" per- sisted State Trooper Callahan, that says can.'
 State Trooper McFee glared at him. Then, with ominous calm, he dismounted from his motor cycle, wheeled it across the road and parked it against the stone wall.
 "Okay," he said gratingly. You asked for it. I'll just take that dollar"
 "The hell you will" said State Trooper Callahan, rubbing his hands expectantly. He, too, parked his motorcycle.
 For a second the contestants stood at the roadside, with the chickens ebbing and flowing around their feet.
 "One, two, three go!" parked State Trooper McFee, and they dived simultaneously into the poultry.
 Followed a great to-do upon the Albany Post Road. Consternation reigned amid the ranks of the Rhode Island Reds. They fitted hither and yon about the district, in symphony of alarmed cluck- ings, crowings anG wlng-flappings And State Troopers McFee and Callahan, guided by their fash lights, plunged after them, clutch ing and grabbing, just two boys trying to make good.
 MT. Callahan beat MT. McFee to the first punch by capturing three hens as against one and rooster for his opponent. These were handed to MT. Tarantino whC pushed them into one of the dam aged crates as best he could.
 A moment later MT. McFee evened the count when State Trooper Callahan, pursuing a likely-looking broiler over the low stone wall, tripped and fell into a ditch. But MT. Callahan aroused by this bad break, for sock the ditch hurriedly and go back into the fight. Then, for 1( minutes, a bitter, drawn struggle ensued. It was anybody's bal game.
 From the front seat of the Ford Kelly Archer looked on, exasper- ated.
 Well, isn't this something?' she said, in low voice. Here we are being forced to Canada at the point of gun and the law spends the golden hours chasing chick. ems. No wonder things are upset in this country"
 Something hard struck the smal of her back.
 Shut up," hssed the Wease hoarsely. "Less you wanta stor bullet"
 His tones were the tones of a desperate man. Kelly subsided Cornered, such as the WeaseI would doubtless stop at nothing.
 The chicken catching contest was ending. A number of the fowls had taken wing and fled to parts un- known where, presumably, there would be peace and quiet. Only a few remained, darting and f1utter- ing about the road. State Troopers McFee and Callahan swooped upor these. And in a whirlwind finish MT. Callahan nosed out MT. McFee by a bullet and stood forth trium- phant.
 Pay me-" he said, flushed with victory.
 State Trooper McFee paid, but with very bad grace. His de- meanor as he again approached the Ford was notably devoid oi sweetness and light.
 Well, what are you stickin around for?" he growled irritablJ to Joe Sandman. Get goin'."
 Didn't know you were letting us go,' said Joe, starting tht motor.
 I'm telling you to scram, ain't IF" roared MT. McFee.
 State Trooper Callahan was in. clined to savor his triumph.
 "Catchin' chickens" he began, tt the world in general, lis just sor of second nature to me. I mind 2 time up in Vermont when ;
 He ceased abruptly. State Trooper McFee was gazing at him with ter rible eyes.
 Another word out of you," said State Trooper McFee, in voice like file, and I'll hang one or your jaw"
 Boys, boys" said Kelly, in- stinctively a peacemaker.
 MT. Callahan decided to aban- don his savoring In the force MT McFee was a noted hanger-of-