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a = * re 3 mere. ‘ fs =) * yr * * * ae ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. sa $ which had been stored there; Bruce as he slid a pencil into the groove | ‘Tac <s and stakes that lifted from and threw back the pee an | ila ck shadows. To pick his way It would have been hard to find two men igh this jungle of trucks would deprive more crestfallen than Bruce de Lisle and ‘ on 1e initial momentum that would be Andy Bailey as they stepped out to the side- uired to scale the fence. Eddie Carbon walk in front of the old warehouse. Bailey ad taker it on the run; he knew the open was nervously splintering a toothpick into spaces, and had made the high board struc- fragments convenient for blowing from his re with ease. mouth. Hesitancy is credited with losing the most “ What is the colored population of this” 4 life’s prizes, and Bruce paused long country, anyway?” he asked. enough to lose Eddie Carbon, so far as “ Several million,’ answered Bruce. ee » him over the fence was concerned. “ Why?” at the end was not yet. There was the “ Oh, nothing in particular—except this: warek ouse and the door that opened onto when they all commence making use of eo ct) aan * iY gee R { ~ Tol ~ ae 7s. aid the str With this in mind, Bruce darted their brains as cleverly as Eddie Carbon back into the building. can exercise his, hold your hat on with _ “The door—open it quick,” he shouted both hands; that’s all!” to Bailey. “ Cheer up! We're out of the sewer,” y seemed quite a simple thing to was Bruce’s comment. do, but after a frantic search for some “But not out of the swirling mess of familiar device to take hold of, Bailey—to evil that eddies about the Cracker Pot.” discust—realized that there was none. “Hardly. We have been whirling about _ The presence of his clerical friend should in circles ever since we made acquaintance gave restrained the sizzling outburst which with the place. Look—Connors’s ‘ house followed, but it did not. He popped a line of mirth’ is down near the corner. We are vocal punctuations which would fail to buta short half block from its entrance.” ass any editorial censorship unless ex- Neither Bruce nor his friend realized sressed by a series of dashes. that their disgruntled frame of mind was _* Th’ blooming handle—where is it?” he occasioned by the terrific jar which had nally spluttered. been administered to their pride, and of «A nice question to ask me!” protested all the inopportune moments for an addi- euce with fine sarcasm. “ Find it! Good tional blow, this was the one. It came avens, Andy Bailey—you are muddling in that form of mental alarm which is ig sometimes flashed in duplicate. Both men received the shock at the same moment. ring that would release the door, forget- Both stupidly stared at the other. Bailey that it had been part of the gambling was the first to voice their mutual thought: “The big negress—what in the name of mergency. glory are we to do with her?” To add to their mortification, they heard For the time being Bruce lost that pro- , carriage roll away from the door. For paces mer § highly Be cond ti in¢ ‘no involved in clergy——ts ivery. ee they. cael over his face, and in lieu of his ready : rail er Pot mystery they listened to ale of galloping ete as they receded vocabulary he turned to a form of expres- Se sion that resembled the spluttering of a ae: : at!?? exclaimed Bailey, holding garden hose. , : s+ far above his head and pointing Then, as if to verify the universality of slot about two inches long that those laws which govern mental telepathy, st, the door, It was about six the giant negress waddled through 6 =. HOO! and the last P Yy medium of thought transference, she ¢V! ‘In vain they sought for some catch or + At a ar ~—6wTTL EL try’s foresight to provide for just such nik of LOOKINE oo ky Ky eg gle AS Per es, 5 Os n out — * he ; J i eS i ¥ - & a a a pen *e . ~— ra J 1 “ee “nee” ‘4 mn aid oe ial oe 5 ae fil ie me da ent < 2 me » _—_.-- ew a = ies ee tee + Sa OF tiie whe ‘ Des ye At any rate, whatever the ea aes