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O86 UNDER HIS THUMB. ‘‘T don’t know.’’ “Mighty innocent, aren’t you, my boy? Perhaps we can find a way to make you own up.’ “Jest try it, if yer think so. If ye can make me tell anything I don’t know, go ahead. But you'll ~ have a funny time of it, I can tell ye that.’’ The policeman was not angered by the boy’s de- fiance. In truth, he rather admired Steve for his orit. At the same time he was convinced that the boy had been with Dyer, and that he knew the nuts ing-place of the latter. Of course, a policeman could not think of giving up to a youngster like this one. And he now con- cluded that he had dallied with the boy long enough. So, with increased brusqueness of tone, the officer said: ‘‘Come, come—no more fooling! Put down that pipe.’ ““Won’t do it!’? was the terse retort, as Steve grasped his weapon the more tightly. ‘Drop it!’ in a fiercer tone. ‘““Nary !” The officer sprang upon the boy as though: he would tear him to pieces. Down came the piece of steam-pipe with a resound- ing thwack on the policeman’s shoulder. But the man was so much taller than his young adversary that the weapon did not strike him squarely, and much of the blow’s force was broken. Still the officer was maddened by the blow, and exercising all his strength and agility he succeeded in seizing the weapon and wrenching it from the lad’s grasp. Then he grasped the boy by the throat and forced comicbooks.com |