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slence with which the street door had 1 opened. It was Bailey, and his speed eased as he rushed through the little ack parlor into the hall, where he quickly dragged Bruce to one side. _“ We are in for it, old man,” he whis- pered. ‘‘ Thank Heaven, I arrived in time. There is the blackest crew of cutthroats out- ‘side that could be gathered in seven States. _ Twenty or more. Drive out these women.” ‘Then, even in all his excitement, Bailey could not refrain from the light, facetious remark, and with a broad grin: ‘‘ By the way, who's your little friend?” If Bruce heard the question he ignored it. The danger of their situation was evident. The voice of the mob was becoming more and more insistent. They were near the Cracker Pot entrance; in fact, the door was seen to tremble under the impact of num- bers; rough-voiced men, who were only waiting for the signal to enter. Through the window, above the green shade, their surg- ing forms could be seen; a seething mass of frenzied humanity. At this critical moment Bruce found that his mind had tuned to its highest efficiency. Like a flash the situation dawned upon him. Some master-hand was directing all of the Seemingly disconnected events that had transpired. Captain Jake’s Boston trip was a bit of fiction for the purpose of removing Connors, so that this raid might be carried out during his absence. True, they did not know that Connors had surrendered to the deception, and that was why they had be- come impatient, and forcibly removed him. One thing was certain. Bruce would soon know what they were trying to defend. The value of Jake’s cargo was about to be re- vealed. The door of the Cracker Pot was opened with a crash and the frenzied horde rushed inside | TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK. U Le} U GEMS OF CONSOLATION HE memory of a kindly word In days gone by, As ministry; The fragrance of a faded flower Sent lovingly, The gleaming of a sudden smile Or sudden tear, The warmer pressure of the hand, The tone of cheer, The hush that means ‘‘ I cannot speak, But I have heard!” The message of a single verse From God’s own Word: Such tiny things we hardly count. The givers deeming they have shown Scant sympathy ; But when the heart is overwrought, -comicbooks.com