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t*% : | | | | ® : * | . o ‘a oe “oe 7 s «a? i r eS > Fighting Tom. * “ All right, my dear boy. I pay de coach and you settle with me.” He drove away and Harvey went back. ‘*Now captain,” he said, ‘‘ Vl! tell you the stury if you like, but I dov’t believe you'll find Buck Jarvis.” ‘Skipped, Ley?” quoth the captain, thought- fully. ‘“* Maybe he bas, maybe not.” Then Harvey told the story of his night trip, and Samuels listened with close attention till it was over, when be went into an inner office, and the click of a telegraph instrument was heard for several minutes. came back he said: ‘“‘Guess I’ve cooked their goose, and to- night, if I mistake not, I’jl solve the mystery of our friend who lives in the sewers.” ‘‘ What have you done?’ asked Harvey, full of interest at once, ‘‘T’yve set indicators along his tracks. We found them all over; and if he comes out we'll nab him sure.” ‘* You won't hurt the poor wretch?” ‘Not if we can help it, but we've got to get him for the credit of the force. Ive sent for Uncle Joe. The men think, if it’s Jake, he may know Joe’s voice, Besides he ain’t likely to fight the old uniforms.” “Who do you think stole the horse we found?” ‘* Buck himself, ’m sure. He was here in the first part of the racket, night before last, and it was he planned the Shantytown make- believe fight that got us into grief at first, But the prisoners don’t know anytbing more about him. He disappeared just as clean as if he’d been a ghost. It’s my theory that he went off while the other men were on their spree and knew that they had gone too far. The stealing of the borse I regard as only a chance exploit. Probably the temptation was too g' eat to find such a vehicle standing out in the street at night with only a small boy to guard it, one of those fashionable things they call a tiger you know, so be knocked the boy over with a neddy and drove away. Easy enough to do, of course. The owner was in- side talking to his girl, I suppose, and didn't mind anything. The first thing he knew of it was a good hour after, when one of the patrol- men found the boy on the walk and roused the house. An hour’s a good start for a keen hand like Jarvis. But we’ll nab him yet,” ‘But be was not at the gang’s hiding-place. At least we did not see him, and Miss ——,, the lady we saved said sbe had not seeu him since he left her there day before yesterday.” ‘“That may be. In that case he may have sent on the cart by a Brooklyn confederate and staid himseif at his own place. I've seen to that. He'll be arrested wherever he is.” The tinkling of a bell at this moment told them that a telegraphic message was waiting in the inner office, and the captain hurried in. The clicking continued nearly a minute, and the captain came out smiling. “They’ve got him,” he said. ‘‘ They took him in bis own place not five minutes ago.” CHAPTER XXXIV. CONCLUSION, THaT night, out on the waste lots by Mur- derer’s Row, under the rocks of Shantytown, the whole reserve of Captain Samuels’s prey cinct was lying in wait by the long rows of chimney-like sewer-pipes that studded the lots, waiting for the visit of the mysterious Night Walker, who had given so much trouble to every one, Harvey and Colonel Svenson were with the captain, and Uncle Joe Marks was one of the party, his huge bulk clad in the uniform he had not worn for years and could by no means button now. All was quiet at eleven o'clock and twelve struck before anything was heard of the maniac, As the last stroke pealed on the air the indi- cators began to ring and Samuels said, quietly: ‘‘Here he comes. Now we shall see.” Ten minutes later a man’s head came out of the same chimney as that from which Harvey bad first seen the Night Walker emerge, and the strange visitor leaped to the earth in full sight, a man of great hight, clad in a police- man’s coat much too small for him and the remains of a pair of trowsers, a long beard y # When he | covering his face, which was shaded by a felt hat, He stopped to look round him and seemed to be listening, but as the policemen lay still, according to orders, the maniac advanced to the hollow surrounded by broken stone and sounded his club, He seemed to be puzzled by the silence that followed and presently sounded again, when Unele Joe cried out from his biding-place be- bind a sewer pipe: ** Jake! Jake Vredenburg!” At the same moment all the policemen jumped out and moved down on the maniac ata run. hag > > “es i a ee +7. ~ ae — on oe we ee <i. Loe te ee They had expected a wild start and attempt to get back, but to their surprise he stood still and sounited bis club again, asif he had not heard them. A few moments later he was surrounded by policemen and Captain Samuels held up a bull’s-eye to his face asking: **Who are you? How dare you make a rap?” The man turned on hiw a pale face with unsteady ey:s and laughed, ‘““Who amI? That’s good. Who are you? I’m or special dooty.” ‘““What’s your name and number?’ asked Samuels sternly. ‘* Jacob--Jacob Vre—Vre—I don’t know,”’ answered the man vaguely. ‘‘They used to call me Light—Lightning Jake—but I ain’t tbat any more. Who are you?’ ‘‘ Captain of this precinct,” was the reply. The mad patrolman instantly saluted and began to speak earnestly: “It ain’t my fault, Cap, that I hav’n’t got him yet, but things seem cbanged somehow round here, I don’t understand it,” “Understand what? Who were you to get?” the captain asked sharply. ‘*Buck Snedecor,” was the prompt reply. ““T thought I had him once, but I woke up and found it was adream, 1 beg pardon, sir, but if you’d let me have my partner, Joe Marks, we'd do better than I can alone.” “Will you go with Joe if I lend him to you?” asked Samuels most kindly, seeing that the man was really out of his senses, Lightning Jake saluted again: ‘I hope I know bow to obey orders, sir,” Harvey, who had watched the whole scene, was suprised at the quiet, reasonable way in which he acted; but as soon as Uncle Joe came rolling forward his whole manner changed, ‘“Who are you?” he growled angrily. *'You’re not Joe Marks.” * Well, if 1 ain’t who am I?” asked Uncle Joe, rather taken aback, . The madman eyed bim from head to foot. ‘“You’re a tub of grease,” he answered with great scorn. ‘‘Joe was as straight as a chalk- line,”’ “You know me den,” suddenly cried an- other voive, and Colonel Svenson stepped out in front of the madman. “Ha, Jake, you known me, boy. I teach you all you know of de club,” The madman inspected him closely, and sud- denly witbout a moment’s warning drew both the clubs from his belt and rushed at the colonel, Had the veteran been anything but what he was, it would have fared hard with him, but as it was he skipped out of the way like a flash, and Jake was seized by a dozen strong hands, and ironed in spite of his tremendous strength. As soon as he felt the irons fairly secured be subsided into perfect quiet and the captain sept for the doctor to examine him at the station-house. The result was that be was pronounced a hopeless and incurable maniac and sent back to Blackwell’s Island where he still lives, as Uncle Joe says: ‘*Worser’n if he was dead, pore feller. It were a pity he warn’t drownded, when we theught he was,” Colonel Svenson shook his head at this ob- servation of the ex-policeman, ‘No, no, Joe, you are wrong. It was good thing he was not drowned. He did good ser- vice when he was crazee. Man in bis right mind could not do what be did. All alone, night after night, he sound his club and walk his beat where all de reserve of de precinct did not dare to goinacrowd. He excite deir superstition and dat is half de battle. He was de real ‘Terror of de Tougbs’ and with- Mi 29 out him we could not do half what we did. He keep your box for you, safe from Buck Jarvis, and he act bis part well.” “T owe you everything,” she said, a few months later, as she stood in the parlors of General Mix’s house, dressed in deep mourn- ing. The general had treated her, on the whole, kindly and was getting to be very proud of his niece when he knew how well her mother had found time to educate her. ‘“T owe you everything, and you have a right to ask for anything of me,” She was speaking to a very handsome, well- dressed young man who thight have been called a dude, but for the air of good sense and man- liness in bis face. ‘Anything? he asked softly. “Yes, that is, anything in reason,” she said in a low tone. ‘Suppose I asked for this?” He took her hand as he spoke, and she Jeft it there and made no reply, but her forehead looked pink, while he could see no more of her face than that and the tip of her nose. ‘ Nina,” he said, ‘‘I won’t say that I love you. You know tbat. 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