The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-06-27
ANGUS CRASHES THROUGH
CHAPTER xf

CHAPTER xf
 Angus Is Wing n tho tall grass Nat on his face, like he is never 90. ing to get ID again. The fioodliRhti gre still on the grounds look like the middle of Madison Square Oar. den on fight night.
 Castaloni is pretty good shot That bullet came so close thai Angus could nearly read the call. bef as It went by, Angus does moi wish to get shot just now --- but al the same time, he is convinced that the inside Of that house with the Broccoli King Is no place for Ador. cen 10 be.
 Angus tenses his muscles. Then he springs to his feet and streaks back toward the truck. Tie takes another dive into the grass Just as another bullet whistles by in the general vicinity of where his ear Was A spiit.second before. With- out staliing this time, Angus makes a finai dash for the truck and hops inside just as another chunk Of sizzling lead crashes through the night
 Spike Is sitting up as gracefully as the ropes on his body will al- low. His face Is white and he does not seem to be enjoying life, "f am glad to see you have changed your mind, Angus" he says. "Tt would be better if we vent back to town and talked this over"
 Angus sees Butch and Trigger Tim have their eyes wide open, but they look as If they have just been invited to be guests Of honor as cannibal clambake
 We aint got no rods with IS, Angus" Spike says, You threw them away. If we had them"
 Wouldn't do no good" Angus says sadly. T never shot 2 gun in my fife. If I wasn't go dumb I could think Of something to do to get Aberdeen out Of there"
 Spike Is persplring, which Is strange because the night IS far- iy cool. "f never could think when someone was pointin' gun at me Start driving and let's get out Of here, Remember, it ain't safe sIt- tin here with Castaioni takin q bead at Us from inside"
 Angus reaches down and turns the ignition key, lie starts back ing Hp toward the road. He can see the house pretty clearly now. ft is sort Of low, with a wing on each side. There are big French windows in each wing. fg he could only get ID close enough 1t would be no trick at aii busting his way in, The windows are almost big enough for a truck to get through
 A truckl Gosh, why didn't he think Of that right away. He jams on the brakes and Spike falls back and snashcs his head into Butch's stomach. There is swish Of wind and Butcil's eyes close again.
 Cant you be more careful, Angus" Spike proans. Someone's liable to get hurt"
 Angus looks around and says, Hang oil tight
 ITO what?" Spike asks. And with What?" His hands and feet are still securely tied, and he is struggling to sit up again.
 Angus doesn't pay any attention to him, The house is completely dark now, but the fioodlights arc still on outside, Tine shot and Adoreen's screams came from the right wing. Aruund the left side Of the building there is broad clearing and the grass isn't quite 90 long.
 "Just hold onr' Angus mutters to Spike. He jams the transmits son lever into first and the truck leaps forward.
 Spike is still trying to figure out some way to keep from bouncing around the floor in the back Of the truck. Angus, not that way. Hey Angus turn sharper"
 Angus is steering a wide semi- circle. When the nose Of the truck is pointed right at that bic French window in the left wing he gtraightens out the wheels and pushes his foot down on the ac- celerator as far as it will go. Spike gets back on his knees just in time to see what is happening.
 Holy sniokesl" he yells. Angus Are you crazy? You're gonna run smack into the house."
 Angus leans back in the seat anc takes . firm grip on the wheel "Yeah. Just hang on like I told you. Here 1t comes"
 
 The French windows are just big enough for the truck to get through with . little scraping along tht frames. Angus aim is perfect anc the crashing of glass sounds likt somebody in g china shop is releas. ing . few suppressed ambitions. The aaG~ AAm