New Britain Herald Newspaper, March 20, 1922, Page 5

Continued From Our Last Issue The district attorney looked over at Rafe. “1 suppose we gotta." Rafe came flatly to the point. “How about gettin' rid of Tip O'Gorman?" “Lessee what Sam Larder and Craf- ty say,” the district attorney offered uneaslly. “No, not them, elther of 'em,"” Rafe declared firmly. ‘“They're friends of Tip's." Rafe brought his open palm down on his knee with a crack like a pis- tol shot *I got it!" cried Rafe. “I got! We'll get three of 'em at one lick. “We'll get Simon and that foreman of his drunk. We'll sick the pair of 'em on Tip O'Gorman. They'll put the kibosh on Tip, and the word will be passed for the sheriff.” He will go to make the arrest and they'll plug him. Being drunk, they'll be desperate and won't care what they do.” CHAPTER XII. Spring was in the air, but winter still held sway in the heart of Billy Wingo. He had not been able to make up his difference with Hazel ‘Walton, or rather she had not made up her difference with him. Came a night of heavy rain and wind. Billy Wingo, a lamp on the table at his elbow, was reading a Denver newspaper. A sudden gust drove a spatter of rain across the windows. There was a soft thump followed by a sliding sound against the outside door. Someone uttered in a woman's voice a muffled wail. Billy went at once to the door and lifted the latch. There was some- thing lying on the doorstep and sill, something that moved a little. Billy let the door fly open. The something was apparently a woman in distress. Billy bent down, endeavoring to slip his' hands under her shoulders. Billy bent a little lower and—Smash! “He's coming out of it,’”" a voice was saying. “I saw his eyelids flick- er.” Billy kept his eyes shut, although he was now completely conscious. He believed he knew the owners of those three voices. Sam Larder, Felix Craft and Tip O'Gorman. He opened his eyes. Yes, he was right. There they were, the three of them. But it was daylight, and a day of sunshine too. And the last thing he remem- bered was a night of wind and rain. “Glad to see you're coming round,” said Tip O'Gorman. “How you feel— pretty good?” “Pretty good—considering,” replied Bill. “Where am I and how did I get here?” “You're in my house,” said Sam Larder. “You were—uh—brought here.” “Who was the woman?" Billy. “I was the woman,” replied Craft demurely. “That was one on me. But I'm still wonderin’. You fellers went to a lot of trouble to carry me clear out here. I suppose you fellers think you'll be able to get Dan Slike off by kidnapin’ me.” “About Dan Slike we don't care three whoops in hell,” replied Tip. “I didn’t really think you did,” said Billy frankly, “but knowing how you and Tuckleton—" “No, no, Bill,” interrupted Tip hastily, “don’t go fussin’ about Rafe. Our business is with you. Here we are. Here's you.” “Bill, you left your office in Golden Bar last night, and took your rifle with you and both your guns,” re- sumed Tip. ‘“You went to the stable and saddled your red-and-white pinto and rode out of town.” “Several people saw you, saw you 8o plainly that they could swear to your identity on the witness stand.” “That’s good. Go'n, Tippy, old settler. You've got to where me and my gallant steed are a-skulking in the underbrush with half the town watch- ing us like lynxes. What did I do next?” “This afternoon you'll hold up the Hillsville stage.” “Will I wear a mask?” “Naturally—and your horse will be seen, your red-and-white pinto that everybody knows. It's something like the trick you worked on Driver and Slike. “Everybody on the stage will be able to swear to your clothes and your horse and your guns. One of your guns has a brass guard. That gun especially will be remembered.” “Look here, fellow citizens, who is going to take my part in this stage hold-up?” asked Billy. “I will,” sald Craft modestly. *“I rode your pinto out of town last night, and I think I made, a good impres- inquired sion. And I have more than a sneaking idea I can get away with the hold-up.” “Don't doubt it,” said Billy. “Don't doubtgdt for a minute. You've got nerve ®nough, I know that, and we're about of a size, I—uh—I thought there was something famillar about that vest you're wearing. And are those my other pants you have on?" “They are, and your coat and hat are hanging on & hook in the kitch- en." “I see I ain't gonna get a chance for my alley a-tall. Who'll arrest me —my own deputies? asked Billy. “No, we'll do that. Here's the story: Your horse gave out and Sam caught you trying to rustle a pony out of his corral. Sam threw down on you, held ybu up and when we, Sam, Craft and I, y'understand searched you, we found on you a couple of pockethooks and Jerry Fern's watch. Jerry's driving the stage.” “When am I going to be arrested for rustling one of Sam’s horses?” “Soon after Craft gets back from robbing the stage.” Billy rolled over on his stomach, rammed his head into the pillow and completely relaxed his body, but, al- though his breathing soon became de- ceptively regular, he was far from being asleep. He was thinking as purposefully as ever he had in his life. He had to escape. To permit his enemies to do this thing was intoler- able. There was a way out. Every strait, no matter how close and awk- ward it may be, has its way out. He built many plans while he lay there. But there was a flaw in each and every one of them. Felix Craft BILLY CATFOOTED UP BEHIND TIP AND SNATCHED AWAY HIS SIX-SHOOTER. B G s S e e e 2 D return about the middle of the aft- ernoon. As the door opened and Craft en- tered, Billy sat up. *“Have a nice time?” he drawled. “Went through like clockwork,” replied Craft, slumping into a chair beside the table. “Lord A’'mighty, Craft said carelessly. eggs and ham, Sam?"” “If you want anything to eat, you can cook it yourself,” said Sam. ‘When Felix Craft brought the eggs, he drew up at one side of the table and Billy at the other. The platter of eggs was between them. Tip looked on from his seat near the fireplace. Sam lounged comfortably in his chair. Billy looked with a dissatisfled air upon the eggs. ~‘Ain’t there any bread, IFelix? A 1i'l butter on the bread wouldn't hurt neither.” So Felix made another trip to the kitchen. When he returned with the bread and butter, Billy discovered that the pepper had been overlooked. “For Gawd's sake use salt on 'em!"” implored Felix. Billy plished right back from the table and refused to be comforted. “I want some pepper! Sam, you lazy lump of slumgullion, get me some pepper, will you?" “No, I won't. I'm too comforta- ble and you're too finicky.” Bill glanced across at Tip. *You going to refuse me too, Tip, old citi- zen?” “No,” said Tip with a weary air, “I suppose not.” He arose and betook himself to the kitchen. Returning with a large old- fashioned tin pepper pot he thumped it down upo nthe table in front of the captive. *There y'are. Now, stop I'm hungry,” “'Got any more your squalling.” “Thank you, Tippy, I will. Yeah.” M “REAL FACTS” Mr. Advertiser, always remember that the “Ad with the Smile” wins, but a fooled customer never comes back, unless he's a fool customer, so if you have the faculty for writing copy that “TAKES” don't cheapen it or your Business by misrepresentation. Our Readers have confidence in this paper and its ad- vertisers. 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E—————————— Bllly scraped up to the table as Tip turned away. “What's the matter with this pepper pot, anyway?" Tip turned to look. Billy picked up the pepper pot slowly and stared hard at it. Felix Craft craned his neck. “1 don’'t see anything the matter with it,” said Craft. “Don’t you?” murmured Billy, his fingers busy with the removable top. “Look here."” Sam Larder did not move, but both Tip and Craft obeyed. In fact, they obeyed with such good will that the handful of pepper that Billy instant- ly swept into their faces dusted up their nostrils as well as into their eyes, In throwing the pepper Billy had employed his left hand. This left hand had not completed the motion before Billy was reaching for the platter of eggs with his right hand. It was unfortunate for Sam Larder that he was a slow-going gentleman. The platter struck him edgewise over the eye when his six-shooter had barely cleared the holster. The six- shooter thudded to the floor. Sam and his chair went over backward and lay together in a tangle amid the fragments of broken platter and the remains of several eggs. He was un- conscious. Billy, arriving in Sam'’s immediate neighborhood a split second after Sam struck the floor, scooped up the fallen six-shooter and wheeled back to face his other two enemies. But they were too occupied to be an im- mediate menace. Felix Craft was sit- ting on the floor, clawing at his eyes and swearing 'continuously. Tip, coughing and sneezing, was not swearing. Perhaps he had not suf- ficient breath. At any rate, he was on his feet, arms spread wide, feel- ing his way along toward the door giving into the hall. Billy cat-footed up behind Tip and snatched away his six-shooter. Tip spun round at the touch, but Billy dodged away from the clutching hands. Bang! a revolver bullet cut a but- ton from his vest and tucked into the wall at his elbow. Billy's sudden movement had saved his life. He leaped back another two yards to Cunning Babies attract attention for their health and spirits. The right food makes the perfect baby. ket out of the smoke and crouched, balancing his tense body on the balls of his feet Continued in Our Next Issue. WILHELM DISSATISFIED Phillies’ Manager Is Force To Harder Practice, o Philadelphia, March 20.—Two pracs tices'daily will be the schedule of the Phillies at Leesburg during the next two weeks, Manager Wilhelm said to- day. The team will break camp March 31, he added. Wilhelm de- clared he is not satisfied with the con- dition of the squad, promising the men harder work during the next two weeks. Part of the squad will go to Day- tona today to play the Florida State league team there, The 80 mile trip will be made by automobhile. At Eagle Pass yesterday the Ath- letics gave San Antonio another drub- bing, 9 to 6. Hasty, Moore and Har- ris did the mound work for Mack's men and held the Bronchos to seven hits. The chief interest in the game from Mack’s standpoint was the work of his three shortstop candidates, Dar- rett, Callaway and Scheer, Among | them they handled six chances with- out an error. to Men Washington monument cost $1,- 300,000, (CONDENSED MILK) | sponsible for the Pirates' runs. LEONARD BOXES TONIGHT Lightweight Champion Moeets Johnny Clinton, New England 135 Pou Title Holder, in Exhibition Bout. Boston, March 20.—Renny Leonard, world's champion Hghtwelght and Johnny Clinton, New E pound title holder, will mer in a 10 round bout at the Hoston | arena, the feature event of the Elks' | charity fund hoxing show. 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