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7 > . > oo -aart's * ae bartender staggered a bit, Be ae Dobbin had 22 , NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. Pet’ s all right,”’ said Trim; go outside, gentlemen.’ 7 And with thie he started for the door. Most of the others followed him,.but)|enough. one or two remained behind talking with tle barkeeper in low tones. The spokesman put his hand on Trim’ S| shoulder and said ina whisper: ‘‘Hi say, young fellow, ’ave yer ’ad any trouble with Jemmy Miller?”’ “Never heard ‘of ._him,’’ Trim sponded. ‘‘Who is he?”’ ‘Rs a steeplé jack, an’ ’e’s the only z¢- one in this part of the country, an’ could climb any steeple that was ever oat up.’’ “He must ‘be the man!’ exclaimed Trim. ‘ ‘¢ °K was in ’ere not twenty minutes. ago.’’ ‘‘we'll | His passage was clear, therefore, and he weut on to the side door. The slight delay proved to have been The fugitive had locked the door behind him. ‘There was therefore another delay while Trim and Dobbin burst the door down. They found themselves in a dark alley. Two men Were running in from the street end. They proved to be the spokesman of the sailors and one other. ‘OF didn’t go out this way!’ cried the e\spokesman. ‘‘Chase ’im up to t’other Trim turned toward the other court at the end of the alley and ran with all his might. It was but a few yards before he eame to the end. An oil lamp was burning dimly in one ‘corner. It gave light enough to show They were just then passing throught ‘that the court was empty. the door to the street. Trim hea light noise at the further end at the saloon that caused him to turn around. He saw a man dart from behind a pile ‘of casks and rush out of the side door. “See yere!’’ Trim exclaimed, whirling the spokesman about. ‘‘Is that him?’’ **That’s 7im!’? replied the spokesman, excited ly. Trim immediately dashed back into the “name and made for the side door. ‘The ‘bartender leaped over the bar and blocked his way. Trim gave him a blow with his fist upon the jaw, but he was in too much of “a hurry to make the blow very effective. | _ threw his arms around Trim and held —bim back. It was only for an instant. _ He had hardly taken hojd before he let | 80) started back against the bar, and fell) _ to the floor, run after Trim aie had au 4 the barten ow - E an.- Ca a oe * ‘ bs aie, , = < are ae ok ena vag ‘ s Tile... ; i ve _ Piaeuie as if th € young fellow, b: the Nreslver tom hisip ase oe Sere “iy RGR sey Dp ee ae ee na res i. oy T=. a aie but er with ain his force Again the would-be sarrderet had es- oe him. = -_-_eoeo- Cervo CHAPTER VI. . “" "TRIM’S QUEER \ EXPERIMENT. Trim was not at all discouraged by the outcome of his inquiry. It served his purpose to know who his assailant was al- — most as well as if he had captured the fel- | low. The fact that Miller, the steeple jack, had run away as soon as the clew to his identity had been disclosed, was proof enough to Trim that he was the guilty | party. It was therefore more important now that he should find out all that could be learned concerning Miller’s associates than that Miller should be captured. “Tt ll be easy enough,’’ thought Trim, **to get hold of the steeple jack now that ‘we know who he is. he is. employed , by the South African Railway Company : if he isn’t, and it is a -|hundred to one that he isn't, the next : urder me.”’ “Once ie <i that Mier ad had Scag comi nicbooks. com: | ‘Phe first point will be to find whether tho put him up to.