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Show EMERY COUNTY PROGRESS. CASTLE PALE. UTAH nn to von. Clannhan. anl yuo "You'ie had Know it." he declared. Th fellow. the from big your Hp to made be get must ra.lroad people into the fight in tne coming eimra, ..... ;., n Hip rlirht side. If they iiiiu and keeps don't : and if Norcross , i lencws iue uuu his fire burning, you Clanahan sat back in his chair and i i.is Into hla sockets. "Ye'd sthring me as if I was boy!" he scoffed. . " 'Tis your own gam frm Kt..T. Tn, nt " "" IrnAV. first to last- - uje : .... "Tin and butther and hrend mo ,,.,ti little ye 111 LMs lu"V v for- jrniK' and care how th' election goes. Suppose we'd croak thit man In th' hot par-r- t nv th' p'litcal fight; what happens? itaif th' noospaypeis In th' stato d play him up f r a martyr to tn' cause av good governmint. and we'd all go to hell in a 1 was cramped and sore and one of my legs had gone to sleep, but I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. My heart was skipping beats right nionsr while I waited for Hatch's an swer. When it came, the drumming In my ears pretty nearly made me -- lie W.mk:em BSBaBasass By e- i 4 FRANCIS LYNDE JIMMIE TO THE RESCUE AGAIN. Synopsis. Graham Norcross, railroad manager, and hla secretary. Jimmy Dodds, are marooned at Sand Creek aiding with a young lady, Sheila Macrae, and her amall cousin, Malsie Ann. Unseen, they witness a peculiar train holdup. In which a special car is carried on. Norcross recognizes the car as that f John Chadwlck, financial magnate, whom he wan to meet at Portal City. Its and Dodds rescue Chadwlck. Tb latter offers Norcrtiss the management of the Pioneer Short Line, which is In the hands of eastern speculators, headed by Breckenridge Dunton, president of the line. Norcross, learning that Sheila Macrae Is stopping at Portal City, accepta. Dodds overhears conversation between Rufus Hitch and Ousave Henckcl, Portal City financiers, m which they admit complicity In Chadwick'a kidnaping, their object being to keep Chad wick from attending a meeting of directors to reorganise the Pioneer fchort Une, which would Jeopardize their interests. To curb the monopoly controlled by Hatch and Henckel, the Red Tower corporation, Norcross forma the Citizens' Storage and Warehouse company. He begins to manifest a deep Interest In Sheila Macrae. Dodds learns that Sheila Is man-led- , but living apart from her husband. Norcrosa doea not know this. The Boss disappears; report has It that he has resigned and gone east Jimmy turna sleuth, suspects he has been kidnaped and effects hla rescue. Norcross resumes control of the Pioneer Short Line, refusing to give place to Dismuke, whom Dunton has Bent to take charge aa general manager. CHAPTER VIII Continued. The execution details had been tamed over to Clannhan, the political boss of Portal City. The plot Itself was simple. At a certain hour of a giver night an anonymous letter was to be sent to Mr. Norcross, telling hira that a gang of noted train robbers was stealing en engine from the Portal City yard for the purpose of running down the Hne and wrecking the Fast Mail, which often carriett a bullion express-ca- r. If the boss should fall for It as he did, when the time came and go In person to stop the raid, he was to be overpowered and spirited away, a forged letter purporting to be a o Of his resignation was to be left fjjr Mr. Van Britt, and a fake tele-tramaking the same announcement, was to be sent to President Dnnton In New York. Nothing was left Indefinite but the choosing of the no-tlr- night. "I suppose Hatch was to give the word." said the boss, who had been listening soberly while the lawyer talked. "That Is the Inference. Hatch prob. this that preparations had been made nerorenanu. They wouldn't tell me anything except that I was to be looted up for a few days." "You knew what that meant?" "Perfectly. My drop-ou- t would be inaue to look as if I had jumped the job, and Dunton would appoint a new man. After that, I could come back. If I wanted to. Whatever I might do or try to do would cut no figure, and no explanation I could make would be believed. I had" most obligingly dug my own official grave, and there could he no resurrection." "What tlien?" pressed Ripley, keenly Interested, as anybody could see.. "When they took the clothes-lin- e from my arms there was another scrap. It didn't do any good. They got the door shut on me and got It locked. After that, for four solid days, Ripley, I was made to realize how little it takes to hold a man. I had my pocket-knifbut I couldn't whittle my way out. The floor puncheons were spiked down, and I couldn't dig out. They had taken all my mutches, and I couldn't burn the place. I tried the and all those things you read about: they're fakes; I couldn't get even the smell of smoke." "The chimney?" "There wasn't any. They had heated the place, when It was a commissary, with a stove, and the pipe hole through the ceiling had a piece of sheet Iron nailed over it. And I couldn't get to the roof at all. They had me." Ripley nodded and said, snappy-lik"Well, we've got them now any time you give the word. Tarbell has a pinch on one of the Clanaban men and he will turn state's evidence. We can railroad every one of those fellows who carried you off," "And the men higher up?" queried the boss. "No; not yet." "Then we'll drop it right where It Is. I don't want the hired tools; no one of them, unless you can get the devil that crippled Jimmie Dodds, here." They went on, talking about my burn-up- . Listening in, I learned for the first time Just how It had been done. Tarbell, through his hold upon the welshing Clanahan striker, had A lead got the details at second-hanhad been taken from a power wire at the corner of the street and hooked over the outer door-kno"And Inside I had been given a sheet of copper to stand on for a good "ground," the copper Itself being wired o a water pipe running up through the hall. Tarbell had afterward proved up on all this, it seemed finding the Insulated wire and the copper sheet with Its connections hidden In a small rubbish closet under the hall stair, just where a fellow in a hurry might chuck them. "Tarbell Is a striking success," Mr. Norcross put In, along at the end of e, stick-rubbin- ably gave the word after his talk with yeu, but the time was made even more propitious by the arrival of the two telegrams; the one from Mr. Chadwlck, and the one from Mr. Dunton, both f which they doubtless intercepted by means of the topped wires." Mr. Norcross looked up quickly. "Ripley, did Dunton know what was polna to he done to me?" "Oh, I think not. It wasn't at all accessary that he should be taken In n It. He has been opposing your policies all njong, and had Just sent i. He yon a pretty savage didn't want you in the first place, and be has been anxious to get rid of you ever since. The plotters knew very well what he would do If he should get a wire which purported to be your He would appoint anresignation. other man, quick, and all they would hare to do would be to make sure that you were well off stage, and would stay off until the other man could (take hold." "It worked out like a charm," admitted the boss, with a wry smile. "I fcaven't been talking much about the details, partly because I wanted to flnd out If this young fellow, Tarbell, was as good as the major's recommendation of him, and partly because I'm honestly ashamed, Ripley. Any man of my age and experience who would swallow bait, hook, and line as I did that night deserves to get all that is coming to aim." t "You can tell me now, can't you?" Queried the attorney. "Oh. yes; you have It all or practically all. I fell for the anonymous and letter about the Mall hold-up- , while t don't 'rattle' very easily, ordinarily, that was one time when I lost my head, just for the moment The obvious thing to do If any attention whatever was to be paid to the anonymous warning was to telephone I did the police ttud the round-bousneither because I thought it might be too alow." "So you mode a straight shoot for the scene of action?" '"Td'd? down the back streets and across the lower end of the plaza. As It appeared or rather as It was made to appear I was barely In time. There were men at the engine, and when were I sprinted across the yard they eary to move it out to the main line. f yelled at them and ran In. Three of them tackled nie the moment I cariie wlthUi reach. I got one of the three on the poiiit of the jaw, aud they had to leave Mm behind; but there were tnough more of them. Before I fnirly realized what was happening, they had tut trussed up like a Christmas turkey, and loaded Into the cab of the engine From that oo it was all plain sailing." 'Then they took yo to the old lura- ber oampT "A fast as the engine could be made "They Had Me Trussed Up Like a to- turn her wheels. Arroyo has no Christmas Turkey." Bight- operator, and when we sneaked through the Banta yard and past the things. "We'll keep hlra on with us, atation, the operator there was asleep. Ripley." Past this there was a little more I saw him, with his head' m the crook In talk about the C. S. & W. deal, and table at the arm, telegraph this about what the Hatch crowd would be the bay window as we passed. "We ran out to tha- - Timber Moun- likely to try next; and when it was tain y.' and from that! on up th old finished, and Ripley was reaching for saw-miline. The rail connections his hat, the boss said. "There Is no war at tn place, and. I knew from Change in the orders: we've got tm eall-dowf- e: e. election talk or the stock quotations. This railroad is going to be honest, if It never earns another net do'.lar. We'll win!" "It's beginning to look a little that way, now," the lawyer admitted, with his hand on the door knob. "Just the same, Norcross, there is safety in numbers, and our numbers are precisely one; one man" holding up a single finger. "As before, the pyramid is standing on its head and you are the head. For God's sake, be careful!" It was late in the afternoon when Ripley made his visit, and pretty soon after he went away the boss and I closed up our end of the shop and left May pecking away at his typewriter on a lot of routine stuff. I don't know what made nie do It, but as I was passing Fred's desk on the way out, stringing along behind the boss, I stopped and jerked open one of the drawers. I knew beforehand what was in the drawer, and pointed Fred to it a new .38 automatic. nodded, and I slipped the gun Into d my pocket, wondering as I did it, if I could make out to hit the broad side of a barn, shooting with that hand, If I had to. e A later I had caught up with Mr. Norcross, and together we left the building and went up to the Bullard for dinner. ., - J bar-keep- pin-poi- ell-enough, CHAPTER fiifi: one-ma- n old-tim- e wide-sprea- d ice-crea- lose It. "Clannhan," he began, as cold as an icicle. "I didn't get you down nere to argue with you. You've bungled this thin once and for that reason you ve cot it to do over aeain. We haven't asked you to 'croak' anybody, .as you . , tt i t put it, anu we are uui ns&mg it nun. " Tis d d little you lack av asking it," retorted the dlvekeeper. "i.istpn." said Hatch, leanine for ward with his hands on his knees. "Rnilf" kepnins? cases on Norcross here, we've been digging back into his record a few lines. Every man has his sore spotif you can only find it, Clanahan Inst ns vou have yours. What if I should tell you that Norcross is wanted in another state for a crime? Before he came here he was chief of construction on the Oregon Mullnnrt. Thorn wna n fifty fight back in the mountains miles from the nearest sheriff witn the P. A S. V Vnrcrnss armed his track-layerand in the bluffing there was a man killed." Though it was a warm night, as I have said, the cold chills began to tnase themselves up and down my back. Whnt Hatch said wna nerfectly y true. In the scrap he was talking about, there had been a few wild shots fired, and one of them had found a P. & S. F. grade laborer. I don't believe anybody had ever really blamed the boss for it But there had been a man killed. While I was shivering, Clanahan said: "Weil, what av It?" "Norcross was responsible for that man's death. If he was having trouble over his his recourse was to the law, and he took the law Into his own hands. Nothing was ever done about it, because nobody took the trouble to prosecute. A week ago we sent a man to Oregon to look up the facts. He succeeded in finding a brother of the dead man, and a warrant has now been sworn out for Nor-- , cross' arrest." "Well?" said Clanahan "Ye have the sthring In yer o .n hand; why don't ye pull it?" "That's where you come In " was the answer. "The Oregon justice issued the warrant because it was ..cmanded, but he refused to incur, for his county, the expenseof sending a depttiy sheriff to another state, or to take the necessary steps to have Norcross extradited. If Norcross could be produced in court, he would try him and eithei discharge him or bind him over, as the facts might warrant. He took his stand upon the ground that Norcross was only technically responsible, and told the brother that in all probability nothing would come of an attempt to prosecute." "Thin ye've got nothing on him, after all," the Irishman grunted. "Yes," Hatch came back ; "we have the warrant, and, in addition to that, we have you, Pete. A word from you to the Portal City police headquarters, and our man finds himself arrested and locked up to wait for a requisition from the governor of Oregon." "But you said th' requisition wouldn't come," Clanahan put In. Hatch was sitting back now and stroking his ugly jaw. "It might come. Pete, If bt had to: there's no knowing. In the meantime we get delay. There'll be habeas corpus proceedings, of course, to get him out of jail, but there's where you'll coma in again; you've got your own man for city attorney. And, after all. the delay is all we need. With Nor-croIn trouble, and in jail on a charge of murder, the railroad on shlp'll the rocks in short order. The goNorcross management Is having plenty of trouble wrecks and the like. With Norcross locked up, New York will be hoard from, and Dismuke will step In and clean house. That will wind up uie reform spasm." ,,,'7V.,Sma11 hanoe'" rowled the ward heelers. "I'll talk It over with the big fellow" Again Hatch leaned forward and Put his hands on his knees "You'll do nothing of the sort, Pete. act. and act on your own If you don't, somebody 'ny wire the sheriff of Silver Bow couty, Montana,, that the man he" M.v in Butte as Michael Clancy The d'vekeeper put up both hands ns if to ward off blow "Tis enough." he mumbled, sneak-n- g as if ,le had a bunch of -' rieht-Of-Wa- IX In the Coal Yard I knew, just as well as could be without being able to prove it that we were shadowed on the trip up from the railroad building" to the hotel, and It made me nervous. There could be only one reason now for any such dogging of the boss. The grafters were not trying to find out what he was doing; they didn't need to, because he was advertising his doings or Juneman was in the newspapers. What they were trying to do was to catch him oft his guard and do him up this time to stay done up. It was safe to assume that they wouldn't fumble the ball a second time. Mr. Ripley had stood the thing fairly on Its feet when he said that our campaign was purely a proposition, so far as It had yet gone. People who had met the boss and had done business with him liked him; but the prejudice against d the railroad was so and so bitter that it couldn't be overcome all at once. Juneman, our publicity man, was doing his best, but as yet we had no party following in the state at large which would stand by us and see that we got justice. I was chewing this over while we sat at dinner In the Bullard cafe, and I guess Mr. Norcross was, too, for he didn't say much. I don't know whether he knew anything about the shadowing business I speak of or not, but be might have. We hadn't more than given our dinner order when one of Hatch's clerks, a cock-eyechap named Kestler, came In and took a table Just far enough from urs to be out of the way, and near enough to listen In if we said anything. When we finished, Kestler was just but getting his service of I noticed that he left It untouched and got up and followed us to the It made me hot enough to lobby. want to turn on him and knock his crooked eye out, but of course, that wouldn't have done any good. After Mr. Norcross had bought some cigars at the stand he said he guessed he'd run out to Major Kendrick's for a little while; and with that he went up to his rooms. Though the major was the one he named, I knew he meant that he was going to see Mrs. Sheila. I remembered what he had said to Ripley about a woman's giving him germ Ideas and such things, and I guess It was really so. Every time he spent an evening at the major's he'd come back with a lot of new notions frr popularizing the Short Line. When he said, that, about going out to the major's, Kestler was near enough to overhear It, and so he waited, lounging in the lobby and pretending seven to read a paper. About half-pathe boss came dwn and asked me to call a taxi for him. I did It; and Kestter loafed around Just long enough to see him start off. Then he lit out, himself, and something in the way he did It made me take out after him. The first thing I knew I was trailing him through the railroad yard and on down past the freight house toward Bed Tower coal the big, fenced-in- , yards. At the coal yard he let himself in through a wicket In the wagon gates, and I noticed that he used a key and locked the wicket after he got Inside. I put my eye to a crack in the high stockade fence and saw that the little shack office that was used for a scale-hous- e was lighted up. My burnt hand was healing tolerably well by this time and I could use It a little. There was a slack pile Just outside of the big gate, and by climbing to the top of it I got over the fence and crept up to the scale-housA small window In one end of the slmek, oened about two Inches at the liott.;;.). answered well ei;ou0li for a hand-basket- ... half-minut- e. ll e. left-han- st - Three men were In the little box of a place three besides partKestler; Hatch, his barrel-bodieThe ner, Henckcl, and one other. '. third man looked like a glorified Love I was the of He' type heard called "black Irish," fat, sleek, with little and well-feblack eyes half buried in the flesh of his round face, and the padded jaw and double chin shaved to the blue. I knew this third man by sight; everybody in Portal City knew him decent people only too well peep-hol- st;s r-- CervrffM air Charles Scrlbntr'a too going now, and we'll keep 'em going. Drive It. Iiipley; drive It for every ounce there Is in yeu. Never mind the tfs right-of-wa- Kestler Was Telling the Three How He Had Shadowed Mr. Norcross. when it came to an election tussle. He was the redoubtable Pete Clanahan, dlvekeeper, and political boss. Kestler was telling the three how he had shadowed Mr. Norcross from the railroad headquarters to the Bullard, and how he stayed around until he had seen the boss take a taxi for Major Kendrick's. This seemed to be all that was wanted of him, for when he was throuuh. Hatch told him he might go home. After the cock-eye- d clerk was gone, Hatch lighted a fresh cigar and put it squarely up to the Irishman. "It's no use being over this thing, Pete," he grated in that saw-mivoice of his. "We've got to get rid of this man. Every day's delay gives him that much better hold. We can choke him off by littles in the business game, of course; we have Dunton and the New Yorkers on our side, and this scheme he has launched can be broken down with money. But that doesn't help you political people out; and your stake in the game is even bigger than ours." Clanahan looked around the little of a place suspiciously. "Tls not here that we can talk much about thim things, Misther Hatch," he said cautiously. "Why not?" was the rasping question. "There's nobody in the vard. and the gates are locked. It's a d d sight safer than a back room in one of your dives as we know now to our cost." Clanahan threw up his head with a gesture that said much. "Murphy's the man that leaked on that pnirino job and he'll leak no more." "Well," said Hatch, with growing Irritation, "what are you holding back for now? We stood to win on the first play, and we would have won if your people hadn't balled It by talking too mucn. une more dav and nis- muke would have been in the saddle. That would have settled It." "Yah ; and Mister Dismuke still hpro in Portal City remains," put in tiencKei. The dlvekeeper locked his pudgy fingers across a cocked knee. "'Tis foine, brave cintlemen vp n you two. whin ye've got somebody else to pull th' nuts out at th' fi ye!" he said. "Ye'd have us croak tins telly fr ye. and thin back and wash yer hands while some poor divil wint to th' rope fr it. here do we come in. is what r,i ia to know?" "You are already In." snapped Hatch. "You know what the big fellow at the capital thinks nhmit Ifand where you'll stand in the coming election if you don't put out this lire that Norcross is kindling. You're Clanahan. That's all that is the matter with you." "Tell me wan thin-!- " insist. fQ divi keeper, boring the chief with his eyes. "i you st!1(, it ir we uo this thing up right?" natch s eyes fell, and Hetirkor body twisted uneasily in the chair that was groaning under his l weight. There was silenco f,.r space, and I could feel the eol.i starting out all over me. I hmjn-ureamen 01 stumming upon like this when I started out toanvthlng shadow Kestler. They were actually plotting to murder the boss!. It was Hatch who broke the still. mealy-mouthe- d ll dog-kenn- vjl-lo- pin-poi- ir Leer-barre- ,,,, t right-of-wa- a.-ai- ss o" mouth, slip me th' wafrant" Hatch went to a small safe and I I ;ker. Clanahan to was time for me tn fc Its curioug how an hw limes lay hold of J0U reason and common sen! a( nnngese . Clanahan had Vh", a p:ece of nair n . . ruin to Mr. Norcros ,,p! How UP Of all the Dlan. ... and all the work th If he should be allowed tn with that warrant the end pt81 thing would be in ht ? tte was I to prevent it? rl IS or IT 'rt it V" si-- & t! The three men and Hatch was ichSV? switch which controlled J,! ? candescent lamp haiUnT J"" ceiling of the f uT only think of some way " place up and snatch ""WPwha, confusion. Up to that thought once of the , from Fred May's uraiJr 5 I wasstill sagging m my ,CDID ftWl.. ... . I IVV, I urn j: j ininu " of it i rt scale-house- V 1 -t to hold the three L of the shack as they cL.Lut pl atop to light a cigar and to ' m a couple to the other two time to chuck that notion other. With the musZe o! , . matic resting m the crack of T opened window I took dead tJZ the incandescent lamp m L and turned her loose for magazlneful. Since the first bullet got the ism. and left the place black couldn't see what was the close little room. I SSTU them gasping and yellin? and fan Ing one another down as they towht to get the door open. Sticking empty pistol back into mv XSl Jumped to get action, hurting my son hand like the mischief in doing it Hatch was the first man out, but the nig German was so close a second that he knocked his smaller partner down and fell over him. Clanahan kept his feet He had a gun in hit hand that looked to me, In the dark ness, as big as a cannon. I wag against the side of the mt shack, and when the divekeeper tried to side-ste- p around the two fallen men who were blocking the way, I snatched the folded paper from his pocket; snatched it and ran as If the dicker was after me. That was a bad move the runaway. If I had kept still there might nav been a chance for me to make a sneat Bat when I ran, and fell over a pilt of loose coal, and cot un and ran agate, they were all three after me. Clnnahan taking blind shots In th dark with Ills cannon as he came. Naturally, I made straight for th wagon' gate, and forgot, until I waj right there, that It, and the wicket through one of the leaves, were botlt locked. A? I shook the wicket, a ballet from Clanahan' gun spatted into th woodwork anit stuck a snlinter Into my hand, and1 I turned and sprinted , again, this time- for the gates when the coal cars- - were- pushed in from th railroad yard. TRese, too, were shut r S tta?? 1. Me. They Wero AID Three After and locked, and: when I ducked under the nearest . gondola I. realized that I . iiK tha was trappea. tserore i coum,j om" me. high fence anywhere,, they'd getthem. n. ,l..a mire nt' bid-xney came- upt I was while and puffing blowing, tne- - goMoia. under .... . . . Ur,.r enntter r proimo y iiiuii can't get away. of Norcross?, btrt he Hatch was gritting meaning Tarbell una probably. "Th gates are locked we can plug Mm If he tries to i'"""the fence-- . There's a gun In the scalehouse. Tflnt two look under these car while P go and get It V .. - us "WaNo got it in the neck ism mora. (TO BE CONTINUED-- rinu -- I Fnrect FireS- - flroa onlv a ffa nod UUPI .n iirhtn!niT Ia. ventable accident, says the Americas " Forestry Magazine of Washington, which adds that the great majority the fires that are' constantly enlanfv sand. scru 1 h,.nj. ing our deserts of barren duet oak, chaparral and briers, are the carelessness of human belngs-H- "1 uot only to the carelessness of pe who are directly responsible for tw. of fires, but to the indifference compos'" great body of people whose w opinion permits the campers, w, other and farmer, the railroads, start and leave or lose control w. fcrta ttet d.a the damaia, ft |