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what ter grew angry also. aalgteniee rushed toward — _ grapple with his . 13 | NICK CARTER WEEKLY. that there was something of value in his pocket that he wanted to protect. It is more likely, however, that his ac- tion was taken without a thought of the paper that he had received from Kemp. In any event, there was the pocket as completely protected from the detective’s fingers as if the mysterious paper was in a steel safe. Dan sat back in his chair and wondered despairingly what he should do next. At any minute Barber and Kemp might leave the place and then, as he would find it impossible to shadow both at the same time, he might lose track of them en- tirely. | The ragged.tough, who had asked Dan to drink, suddenly changed the situation. He had raised a glass of jiquor to his lips and tasted it. ‘‘Hully smoke!’ he exclaimed y tone. _- Whats cats i , in an of i i aed then eisew it upon the f floor: “Here, there,’’ called the barkeeper, are you tryin’ to do anyway ?’’ “Dat! S for me to Rem: = ys aaa = aoa givin? e, “anyway ” “T gave you whiskey,’’ responded the ba keeper. ‘Nit, t ree times nit; it’s pizen.”’ igh spoke in loud tones and fe oked 3 savagely at the barkeeper ; ; the lat- shies up here, or oat out. I won't nese y nO} , > in this place——’’ yo se won't, eh re ociae ) led ie tous gh = on, series, if } ho were awake 1e barkeeper and idn’t wait ron them i own at Kemp and Barber, — abene dic to t re fle or £ vy ~All 1 : = 3 ~ ; : ’ * = ’ ~ . . ' ‘ ’ a ; * . . - “ i. ? xy ’ 7 . ~ . . " : “Hey, what’s dat ?”’ With this the tough shot out his right hand straight at Kemp’s head. The latter dodged and the blow missed, but the tough was a lively one. He brought his other hand round witha swinging stroke, caught Barber’s hat with it and knocked it to the other end of the room. Then he gave Kemp a poke on the shoulder that tumbled him from his chair to the floor. By this time the barkeeper aud the doortender were close upon him and the tough turned to give his attention to them. They put up their fists in ae style, but the quarrelsome customner was too much for them; one after another he beat down their ouards, and landed first a right-hander, then a left-hander. : iff! Biff! went his fists upon their jaws and chest. They went down before him as if 5 th were made of straw. The whole place was in an uproar; everybody who was awake jumped up. Some made for the door, intending to go out, but halted when ‘they found it locked and saw that the doortender had —— away the key. Others started to the rescue of the bar- tender They meant well, but it would have been evident to an ybod y looking on that the tough knew more about the use of fists in a minute than all together knew in a day. He made it extremely lively for every- body who came within reach of him; he- a and warded nes a wie won- watching it if his mind had en. sage oc- to sack weet the: case he Was. trying eT e - ; r % . i i bad “ te al | * ) _— = | | . = ’ : : “ a] i ¥ te