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•S3 fr; >•• ••' " '" •l,% #1 ii* %HArHE«l XVtll--Continued. } '• .. --16-- . . -f ; »;• '• They reached the month of the Sil- •©r Queen. H«rry reconno'itered a W \ • (moment before he gave the sipnal to ^proceed. Within the tunnel they went, , *to follow alone its regular, rising - jrovirse to the stope where, on that . jparish day when Taylor Bill and ? ' JMlndeye Bozeman had led the enthu- -• plastic parade through the streets, the ^ Vein had shown. It was dark there-- / ' |»o one wag at work. Harry unhooked p; lis carbide from his belt, lit It and looked around. ; , ^ v., "It nin't coming from 'ere!** he an- ^ 'ff %ounce&. "It's--" then his voice ^stropped to a whisper--"what's that?" Agnin a rumbling had come from a * distance, as of an ore car traveling ^ • aver the tram tracks, Harry extlns "; colsh^d his light, .and drawing Anita f;. ind Falrchild fdr to the end of the lope, flattened them and himself on •i - #>e ground. A long wait, while the ItirnMing came closer, still closer; ^ben. in the distance, a light appeared, ahininc from a side of the tunnel. A «tan?inc noise, followed by clattersounds.- as though of steel rails ififTlng against each other. Finally **e tntmniin^ once more--and the . J#p9* approached. * into view came an ore cur, and be- *a*d it loomed the great form of Taylir- BIti as be pushed It along. Straight **> iS# pile of ore he came, unhooked By Courtney Ryley Cooper CopjTigM bj Utti*. Brown * Ot, #- "I'll get him." Anita stopped and groped about for a stone. ' "I'll be ready with something In case pf Secldent," camejrith determination. "I've got a quarter of a million In this, myself!" They went on, fifty yards, a hundred. Creeping now, they already were within the zone of light, but before them the two men, double-Jack - ing at a "swimmer," had their backs turned. Onward--until Harry arxl Fairchild were within ten feet of the "high-jackers," while Anita waited, stone in band, in the background. Came a yell, high-pitched, fiendish, racking, as Harry leaped forward. And before the two "high jackers" could concentrate enough to use their sledg£ and drill as weapons, they weie whirled about, battered against the hanging wall, and swirling In a daze of blows which seemed to come from everywhere at once. Wildly Harry yelled as he shot blow after blow into the face of his ancient enetpy. High went Fairchild's voice a3 he knockod Blindeye Bozeman staggering for Jie third time against the hanging \Vall, only to see hlra rise and to knock him down once more. Dizzily the sandy-haired man swung about In his tracks, sagged, then fel , "Take n« down to the sheriff's office," he commanded. "1*11 tell everything. I don't know so awful iriuch-- because I ain't tried to learn anything more than I could help. But I'll five up everything I've got." "And how about him?" Falrchild pointed to Blindeye, just regaining consciousness. Taylor BUI nodded. "He'll tell--he'll have to." They trussed the big miner then, and dragging Bozeman to his feet, started out of the cross-cut with them, Harry's carbide pointing the way through the blind door and into the main tunnel. Then they halted to bundle themselves tighter against the cold blast that was coming from without. On--to the mouth of the mine. Then they stopped--short. A figure showed Id the darkness, on &0£Mback. An £tectrfc flashlight W.& Jwort of the tram, tripped It and ' unconscious. Fairchild leaped upon Tbe contents of the car on top j him, calling at the same time to the «f 53* tf uMip which already rested ! girl I "Hifff- Wlih that, carbide pointing the i "Find tfef, v ranged back, pushing the tram • hKroe Um. Harry crept to his feet. ; -We've p«t to follow !" be whispered. 1 a Niad entrance fe the tunnel - They rose and trailed the Tight along ffete tracks, flattening themselves •Csainst the timbers of the tunnel as the form of Taylor Bill, falntlv outlined in the distance, turned from the regular track, opened a great door in ttte side of the tunnel, which, to all appearances, was nothing more than tie ordinary heavy timbering of a i*eak spot in the rocks, polled it far back, then swerved the tram within. Tjhen, he stopped and raised a portafell switch, throwing It Into the open- A second later the door closed ilnd him, and the sound of the tram to fade in the distance. Harry at forward, creeping along the side «t the tunnel, feeling his way. stopping to listen now and then for the anmd of the fading ore car. Behind Mm were Falrchild and Anita, followlag the same procedure. And all three shopped at once. The hollow sound was coming dlifctly to them now. Harry once more thought out his carbide to light it for moment and to examine me timllrlng. >. fit's a good Job!" he commented. *fou couldn't tell it five feet off!" •: "They've made a cross-cut!" This time it was Anita's voice, plainly angry in spite of its whispering tones. "No wonder they had such a wonderfal strike," came scathingly. "That «ther stope down there--" "Ain't nothing but a salted proposition," said Harry. "They've demented up the top of it with the real stnff and every once in a while they blow a tot of it oat and cement it dp again to make It look like that's the real Vein." "And they're working our mine!** spots of anger were flashing bewlre Fairchild's eyes. - "You've said it! That's why they ^iwere so anxious to buy us out And Hiat's why they started this two- •illion-dollar stock proposition when they found they couldn't do It. They knew if we ever 'it that vein it Wouldn't be any time until thly'd be caught on the Job. Tfoat's why they're wady to puH out-Vwith somebody •ise's million. They4e getting at the «Od of their rope. Another thing; that •tplains them working at night." - Anita gritted her teeth. "I see It now--I can get the reason. They've been telephoning Denver and fcoldlng conferences and all that sort •We've Got to Follow." g. And they planned to leave these two men behind here to take all the blame." I, "They'll get enough of it!" added Harry grimly. "They're miners. They '«»uld see that they were making a . ttruight cross-cut tunnel oif to our vein. They ain't no children, Blindeye -and Taylor Bill. And ere's where : &ey start getting their trouble." -pulled at the door and it yielded, ^grudgingly. The three slipped past •. 'following along the line of the tram *i»>:>V!rack ln the darkness, Harry's pick |i h andle swinging beside him as they tneaked along. Rods that seemed ^ i |nlles; at last lights appeared in the instance. Harry stopped to peer ahead. ^ Then he tossed aside his weapon. "There's only two of 'em--Bltadeye ; •an'l Taylor Bill. I could whip 'em ( ^ both myself, but I'll take the big 'un. ^ Ifou--" he turned to Fairchild-- • ' m Bumkr«.^ i-ir •you me a Tope I I'll truss his hands while he's knocked out!" Anita leaped into action, to kneel at Fairchild's side a moment later with a hetlipen strand, as he tied th# man's hands behind his back. Ther# was no need to worry about Harry* Glancing out of a corner of his ey«fc Fairchild saw now that the big Comlshman had Taylor Bill flat o?i his back and was putting on the finish* Ing touches. And then suddenly th<j exultant yells changed to ones of com* mand. "Talk English! Talk English, yon' bloody blighter! Talk English! *Ear --I'll knock the bloody 'ell out of you if you don't Talk English--like this: "Throw up your 'ands!' "Ear me?" Anita swerved swiftly and went to her feet Harry looked up at her wildly, his mustache bristling like the spines of a porcupine. "Did you 'ear 'im sye it?" he asked. "No? Sye it again!" "Throw up your 'ands!" came the answer of the .beaten man on the groun|L ' Anita ran forward. "It's,, a good deal like Jt." she answered. "But the tone was higher." "Raise your tone!" commanded Harry, while Falrchild, finishing his job of tying his defeated opponent, rose, staring in wonderment Then the answer came: "That's It--that's It It Sounded Just like it!" And Fairchild remembered too--the English accent of the highwayman on the night of the Old Times dance. Harry seemed to bounce on the prostrate form of his ancient enemy. "Bill," he shouted, 'Tve got you on your back. And I've got a right to kill you. 'Onest I 'ave. And I'll do it too--unless you start talking. I might as well kill you as not It's t penitentiary offense to 'it a man underground unless there's a good reason. So I'm ready to go the 'ole route. So tell it--tell it and be quick about It. Tell it--wasn't you him?" "Him--who?" the voice was weak, frightened. "You know *oo--the night of the Old Times dance! Didn't you pull that 'old-up?" There was a long silence, finally: "Where's RodaineT" "In Center City." It was Anita who spoke. "He's getting ready to run away and leave you two to stand the brunt of all this trouble." Again a silence. And again Harry's voice: "Tiell It Wasn't you the man?" Once more a long wait. Finally: "What do I get for It?" Falrchild moved to the man's side. "My promise and my partner's promise that If you tell the whole truth, we'll do what vfe can to get you leniency. So tell the truth; weren't ^frou the man who held up the Old iTimes dance?** Taylor Bill's breath traveled slowly past bis bruised lips. 9 "RodaUre gave me a hundred dollars to pull it," came finally. "And you stole the horse and erery^ thing--" ^ "And cached the stuff by the Blue Poppy, so's I'd get the blame?" Harrv wiggled his mustache fiercely. "Tell it or I'll pound your read into a Jelly!" "That's about the size of it" But Falrchild was fishing in his pockets for pencil and paper, finally to bring them forth. "Not that we doubt your sincerity, Bill," he said sarcastically, "but I think things would be a bit easier if you'd Just write it out. Let him up, Harry." The big Cornishman obeyed grudgingly. "Muka hit fulsome,. Bill--tell Just 'ow you did it!" And Taylor Bill, bloody.^eyes black, flips bruised, obeyed. Fairchild took ithe bescrawled paper and wrote his toarae as a witness, then handed It to Harry and Anita for their signatures. At Inst, he placed it in his' pocket and faced the dolorous high-jacker. "What else do you know. Bill?** "About what? Itodaine? Nothing --except that we were in cahoots on this cross-cut. There isn't any use denying It"--there had coifte to the surface the inherent honor that is in every metal miner, a stalwartness that may lie dormant, but that, sooner or later, must rise. There Is something about taking wealth from tl»e earth that is clean. There Is something about It which seems honest in its very nature, Romething that builds big men in stature and in ruggedne* and It builds an honor which fights against any ^tempt to thwart It. Taylor Bill was finding that honor how. He seemed to straighten. His teeth bit at his swollen, bruised lips. He turned and faced the throo nor, •ens before Mb. "That's Maurice! I Got a Glimpse of His Facel" soddenly flared against the gleam of the carbide. An exclamation, an excited command to the horse, and the rider wheeled, rushing down the mountain side, urging his mount to dangerous leaps, sending him plunging through drifts where a misstep might mean death, fleeing for the main road again. Anita Richmond screamed: "That's Maurice! I got a glimpse of his face! He's gotten away--go after him somebody--go after him!" But It was useless. The horseman had made the road and was speeding down it Rushing ahead of fie. others, Falrchild gained a point of« vantage where he could watch the fading black smudge of the horse and rider as it went on and on along the rocky road, finally to reach the main thoroughfare and turn swiftly. Then he went back to Join the others. "He's taken the Center .City road I" came his announcement "Is there a turn-off on it anywhere?" "No." Anita gave the answer. "It goes'straight through--but he'll have a hard time making it there in this blizzard. If we only had horses!" § "They wouldn't do us much good now! Climb on my back. You can handle these two men alone?" This to his partner. The Cornishman grunted. . " "Ye*. They' won't start anything. Why?" , "I'm going to take Mils Richmond and hurry ahead to the sheriffs office. He might not believe me. But he'll take her word--and that'll be sufficient until you get there with the prisoners. I've got to persuade him to telephone to Center City and head Ch» Rodalnes J" * ^ '.CHARTER XIX4 ' IC?' .' • «" ; Bte itwped and Anita, lat&fimjf at her posture, clambered upon his back, her arms abont his neck. Falrchild found himself wishing that he could carry her forever, and that the road to the sheriff's office were .twenty miles away instead of two. But her voice cut in on his wishes. "I can walk now. We can get along so much faster!" came her plea. "I'll hold on to yon--and you can help me along." Fairchild released her and she seized his arm. Once, as they floundered through a knee-high mass, Fairchild's arm went quickly about her waist and he lifted her against him as he literally carried her through. When they reached the other side, the arm still held its place--and she did not insist. 'Some way, after that, the stretch pf road faded swiftly. Almost before he renli^ed It. they were at the outskirts of the city. 4idgingly he gave up his hold upon her, ns thev hurried for the side- Walks and for the sheriff's office. There Fairchild did not attempt to talk--he left it all to Anita, and Bnrdwell, the sheriff, listened. Taylor BUI had confessed to the robbery at the Old Times dnnce and to his attempt to so arrange the evidence that the blame would fall on Harry. Taylor Bill and Blindeye Bozeman had been caught at work in a cross-cut tunnel which led to the property of the Blue Poppy mine, and one of them, at least, had admitted that the sole output of tfie Silver Oueen had come from this thieving encroachment. Then Anita completed the recital--of the plans of the Rodaines to leave and of their departure for Center City. At last. Fairchild spoke, and told the happenings fhich he had encountered in the ramshackle house occupied by Orazy Laura. It was sufficient. The sheriff reached for the telephone. "No need for hurryhe announced. "Young Rodaine <an't possibly make that trip in less than two hours. We've got plenty of time--hello--Cental? Ix»ng distance, please. What's tnat? Yeh--Long Distance. Want to put in a call for Center City." A long wait, while a metallic voice streamed over the wljre Into the sheriff's ear. He hung up the receiver. "Blocked," he said shortly. "The wire's down." } * "But there's the telegraph ^ half an of bed--oi ""Wfl take the we'll beat him thelre By a half-hoar I" Anita started. "You mean the Argonaut ima#?" "Yes. Call up there and t«itf tfcfttn to get a motor ready for us to jbt straight through. We can make it at thirty miles an hour, and the skip In the Reunion mine will get us to the surface in five minutes. 1W tunnel ends sixteen hundred feet under* ground, about a thousand , feet from Center City," he explained, as he noted Fairchild's wondering gaze. "You stay here. I'll be getting my car wartned up to take us to the tunnel." A thumping sound came from without. Harry entered with his two charges, followed shortly by Bardwell, the sheriff, while Just beneath the office window a motor roared in the process of "warming up.'* A moment mbre and a steel door clanged upon the two men, while the officer led the way to his motor car. There he looked quizzically at Anita Richmond, piling without hesitation Into the front seat >; "You going too?" "I certainly am,** and she covered Jher intensity with a laugh, "there Tire a number of tilings that I waftt to say to Mr. Manrice Rodaine--and I haven't the patience to wait!" Bardwell chuckled. The doors of the car slammed and the engine roared louder than ever. Soon they were churning along through the driving snow toward the great buildings of the Argonaut Tnnnel company, far at the other end of town. There men awaited them, and a tram motor, together with Its operator. The four pursuers took their places on the benches of the car behind the motor. The trolley was attached. Then clattering over the frogs, green lights flashing from the trolley wire, the speeding Journey was begun. Three talles, four, five, while Anita Richmond held close to Falrchild as (Jie speed became greater and the sparks from thfe wire above threw their green, vicious light over the yawning stretch before them. A last spurt, Slightly down-grade, with the motor pushing the wheels at their greatest velocity; then the crackling of electricity suddenly ceased, the motor slowed in its progress, finally to stop. A greasy being faced them and Bardwell, the sheriff, shouted his mission. "Got to catch some people that are making a get-away through Center City. Can you send us up in the skip?" "Yes, two at a time." "All right!" The sheriff tnrn?d to Harry. "You and I'll go on the first trip and hurry for the Ohadi road. Fairchild and Miss Richmond will wait for the second and go to Sheriff Mason's office and tell him what's up. Meet us there," he said to Falrchild, as he went forward. A lonap wait followed while Fairchild strove, Ao talk of many things--and failed ln all of them. Things were happening too swiftly for them to be put into crisp sentences by a man whose thoughts were muddled by the fact that beside him waited a girl in a whipcord Riding suit--the same girl who had leaped from an q^omoblle on the Denver highway and--. It crystalized things for bim momentarily. "I'm going to ask you something after a while--something that I've wondered and wondered about. 1 kqow It wasn't anything--but--" She laughed at him. v --- "You really didn't think I wai tike Smelter bandit, did you?" Darned if 9 know what I thought And I don't know what I think yet." "It's very, very awful!" came in a low, mock-awed voice. "But--" then the laugh came again--"maybe if you're good and--well; may^fe 111 tell you after a while." "Honest?" , "Of course rm honest ! Isfl't that the skip?" Fairchild walkedf to the skip, stepped in, and lifted Anita to his side. The Journey was made in darkness --darkness which Falrchild longed to turn to his advantage, darkness which seemed to call to him to throw his arms about the girl at his side, to crush her to him, to seek out with an Instinct that needed no guiding, light the laughing, pretty lips which had caused him many a day of happiness, many a day of worried wonderment {le strove to talk away the desire-- but the grinding of the wheels in the narrow shaft denied that. His fingers twitched, his arjps trembled as he sought to hold back the muscles, then, yielding to the Impulse, he started--- "Da-a-a-g-gone it!" "What's the matter?" "Nothing." --v- But Fairchild wasn't telling tfae truth. They had reached the light just at the wrong, wrong moment. Out of the skip he lifted her, then Inquired the way to the sheriff's office of this, a new county. The direction was given, and they went there. They told their story. "You say Bardwell and your partner went out on the Ohadl road to head the young 'un off?" "Yes Do you think--?" But a noise from without cut off the conversation. Stamping feet sounded on the steps, the knob turned, and Sheriff Bnrdwell, snow-white, entered, shaking himself like a great dog. as he sought to rid hlmBelf of the effects of the blizzard. "Hello, Bardwell, what'd you find?" "No matter how much a person dislikes another one--It's, it's--always a shock." Anita came closer . "You mean that he's dead?"* The sheriff nodded. "Re m we of thrflfMfcJMt£'(jf exposure or KHWWIUng AsWwP torn «MjjI was, and I sald ^ardwett. 8eeme<f to be tickled to hear my name--but he caiied it Baniimiii. Then he got up on his hands and knees aiyi clutched at me and asked me If I'd drawn out all the money and had It safe. Just ti» humor him, I said I had. He tried to say something after that hot it wasn't much use. The first thing we knew he'd passed out That's where Harry Is now--took him over to the mortuary. There isn't anybody named Barnham, Is there?" "Baraham?" The name had awakened recollections for Falrchild; "why he's the fellow that--" But Anita cut In. "He's a lawyer in Denver. They've been sending all the income from stock sales to him for deposit. If Maurice asked If he'd gotten the money oYit, It must mean that they meant to-run with all the proceeds.' We'll have to telephone Denver." The message went through. Then the two sheriffs rose and looked at their revolvers. : "Now for the tough one." Bardwell made the remark, and Mason smiled grimly. Fairchild rose and went to them. -v "May I go Mong?" "Yes, but not the |Ut Ndt thlt time." '• •• » Anita did not demur. Fairchild walked to her side. "You won't run away," he begged. "I'll be right here," she answered, and with that assurance, he fpllowed the other two men out Into the night Far down the street, where the rather bleak outlines of the i hotel showed bleaker than ever in the frigid night, a light was gleaming in a second- story window. lUtaion turned tof his fellow sheriff. "He usually stays there. That must be him--waiting for the kid." The three entered. Tiptoeing, they went to the door and knocked. A hlgb» pitched voice came from within. • "That you, Maurice?" Fairchild answered in the best imitation he could give. "Yes. Tve got Anita with me." Steps, then the door opened. For Just a second Squint Rodaine stared at them in ghastly, sickly fashion. Then he moved back into the room, still facing them. "WhaJ's the idea of this?"* came his forced query. Falrchild stepped forward. "Simply to tell yon that everything's blown up as far as you're concerned, Mr. Rodaine." "You needn't be'so dramatic about it Yoo act like I'd committed a muriUtlf >"• " * •••* .(4 ii&C.y \ •*< Few of us chew our food enough. Hasty meals are harmful, but Wrfgley's stimulates the flow of saliva that helps the stomach taice care of Its load. n« Eat less, diew It more and use Wrfgley's after f$very meaL It keeps teeth nrfcfte* Ibreath sweet and combats add month. nil b at «kt«hw tweet, _ ^ _ the WrtaW i-- light ud Ixmtto to |W In * new (orb. The Flavor Lasts c 1 : - ^ t Criurftord Through the Window. jder! Whqt 've I done that yon Should--1• "Just a minute. I wouldn't try to act innocent. For one thing, I happened to be in* the same house with you one night when you showed Crazy Laura, your wife, how to make people Immortal. And we'll probably learn a few more things about your character when we've gotten back there and interviewed--" He stopped his accusations to Map forward, clutching wildly. But in vain. With a lunge, Squint Rodaine had turned, then, springing high from the floor, had seemed to double in the air as he crashed through the btg pane of the window and out to the twentyfoot plunge which awaited him. Hurriedly they gained the window, but already the form of Rodaine had unrolled Itself from the snow bank Into which It had fallen, dived beneath the protection of the low coping which ran above the first-floor windows of the hotel, skirted the building in safety and whirled into the alley that lay beyond. Squint Rodaine was gone. Frantically, Fairchild turned for the door, but a hig hand stopped him. "Let him go--let him think he's gotten away," said grizzled Sheriff Mason. "He ain't got a chance. There's snow everywhere--and we can trail him like a hound dawg trailing a rabbit. And I think I know where he's bound for. Whatever that was you said about Crazy Laura hit awful close to home. It ain't going to be hard to find that rattler!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) 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