Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 120: what you’re looking at

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[Ta Wife ayi Py PAN SY ft : h = _ along with us.” . fein | 4\) iN) ben Ty one of the officers, gruffly. Neely extended the old- fashioned leather : satchel te MacAlister, only to have it _ strike. cried the officer. “ Pretty slick, ain’t you, tryin’ to git rid of evidence right in under our nose.” “It’s theirs,” answered Neely. only carryin’ it fer ’em.” 3 “You can tell that te the judge. But in the meantime, we aint overlookin’ no bets.” SS Before any one could interfere MacAl- ister hurled himself upon the man, tearing the satchel from his grasp and knocking him to the floor. “ B’gobs, an’ thet’s me own valise, ye dirthy taayfe!” he cried, angrily. ~ The next mement the officer was upon “TI was bis feet a leather black jack raised to Like a flash Neely leaped forward and his big fist landed full in the man’s face with a force that sent him sprawling in a limp sanconscious heap a dozen feet - away. “Ve would hit an old man with that, would ye?” he cried, and the next thing, - he knew.a club descended upon his own head, and the world turned black, as two - uniformed. patrolmen came to the aid of the plain clothes men. In the mélée, Mac- Alister had in turn launched a fresh attack upon the officer who had struck Neely down, and it was several minutes before the combined efforts of the two patrolmen could overpower the old Irishman, whose white hair bristled about his head like the quills ef a disturbed porcupine. Several minutes later, in answer to a Hat | call, other policemen appeared and dragged the still fighting MacAlister up the stairs _ to the waiting patrol wagon and carried the inert forms of Neely and the plain clethes -man after him. : Leaning against an iron pillar of the train - shed, the girl sobbed aloud, entirely un- _ mindful of the little group of curious. on- _ Jookers who had not followed the crowd to the wagon. Picking up his own suitcase Pat Mac- = Gomnack- touched the girl gently upon the “You come ~ “No. you don’t!” — “Come on, Mary, gurl,” he said. ARGOSY- ALESTORY WEEKLY. 3 Ut looks like we're up-against ut all oe But they’s still two av us lift to fight Blod- gett—an’ moind ye, gurl—we’re Oirish. xe i CHAPTER XXII, KING TRIES TO DEAL. FTER the patrol wagon had moved away, and the crowd dispersed, Blodgett turned to the two men who stood beside him upon the sidewalk. “ft want you to report at my office— you know where it is, King—at half past eight o’clock to-morrow morning for a con- I erence with my attorneys. You will then receive your final instructions.” “We'll be there,” answered King, “ An’ if you should happen to want us fer any- thing between then an’ now, we'll be to Wilson’s Hotel. We might go to a show or somethin’ to-night, but. you leave word there an’ we'll git it.” — After registering in the office of the old wooden hotel that had served two genera- _tions of lumberjacks and rivermen, King led the way te the barroom. “Give me a shot of red liquor,” he ordered. “Old Blodgett’s buyin’ a drink. What’s yourn?” Leonard shook his head: ‘“ T ain’t drink- in’,” he answered. “Go ahead.” “Take a seegar, then,” urged the other. Again Leonard dechned: ‘Nothin’ fer me, thanks. I don’t smoke.” King eyed the greener half contemp- tuously: “ Don’t drink, an’ don’t smoke!” he grinned. “ You must live a hell of a miserable life.” There was a trace of a sneer in the words that Leonard was quick to detect. _He knew that King detested him and that he had despised him from the day he had cravenly submitted to the insults of the loading crew on Number Nine’s skidway —knew also that the man’s hatred had increased when his advice had enabled Sim Coughlan to defeat Andy Moore in the bunk house, and again when he had so conspicuously aided in saving the burning car of gasoline after King, himself, had sought safety in the timber. But all outward and visible signs of this — comicbooks EO