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[Copyright 1913 by W. D. Boyce Co.-]
Begun in No. 39. September 27. sunscriw
tiuns can begin with that issue. or.
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the orilce of publication,
cHAP;Ei=.,x.
THE LAVV SEIZES DICK.
last of tile
of ass:ill:)nt:-‘
. disappeared. I) i c k
calmly restored his
revolver to his Dorks-t
"But I'd advise V0 in
keep an cye peeled for trouble from this‘
uut. They'll be laying for you at every
corner."
The new chauffeur rubbed first his
shoulder and then his knee where lllt‘. I'V-
ing missiles of the strikers hatl lantleti.
Then he snzi d.
“Let ‘em lay. The next time lllL‘)' try
ni.ii(ing' me a target for their bricks I’l
scatter some hot lead right among ’em."
Thcn he slowly trundletl his tlumugerl
('iIl‘ l!3Ck‘C0 the garitge. TWO bluecozits
accomflanied him.‘ but there was no
further outbreak. -
“You hired me under false pretenses,"
about usiness?
mizht have been kii ed.
V I was afraid if Iilut you wise. you
wouldn't take out a cab." the man apolo-
gized. "And besides," he went on, with
a bnntering smile. “I thought your name
would help our side. Make iniluence. You
Hiram Dansbey, the dry
enllsts,to break the
That'll read bad in
the papers this afternoon, eh‘! Yes, bad,"
and he chuckled. ‘. ‘
, "You mean you've given my name to
the newspapers'.’'' Dick demanded hotly.
not?” the man retorted.
died out of his eyes. A new idea smoth-
ered it.
Coincidently with the new idea arrived
several brisk, young ‘men. Dick knew
them at once for reporters. At their
volley of questions he merely smiled in-
dulgently- .
“Couldn't think of giving away my in-
formation." he said decidedly. “But ru
sell it. Better ask your managing editors
how much they'll pay for a coupe
articles by Richard Dansbey, one on how
to run a strike and the other how to
break it--with personal- experiences."
The brisk young men were bright nlso.
They snapped eagerly at the novelty of
the suggestion. Neighboring telephones
buzzed with their messages. They were
back in live minutes. The first. a man
from the Star. tried to buttonhole-Dick
into a. corner. '
“Nothing doing like that. my friend,"
he shook his head. “This an open
competition. Put all your‘cau-ds down on
the table."
“W'eil. I'll give you twenty-five dollars
for a couple of articles for the Star about
a thousand words apiece," offered the
xirst reporter.
you raise that?" inquired Dick.
turning to the other men. '
“I'll give you fifty or the two and
some action pictures of yourself." bid the
man from the Moon
"Going." auctioned the new chauffeur.
. To the-What? The
All right. D’,vou‘rnise it?" and
he looked at the third reporter quiz-
zit-all .
"l'll give you seventy-five for the two
articles and some photos for the Planet.
but you'll have to make the story of the
battle exclusive.“ the third man condi-
tione .
“Exclusive? What do you mean by
that?" inquired Dick.
get tangled up in any more leap-before-
you-look deals."
"Exclusive," explalnedthe Planet rep- .
‘rescntatlve, “means that we zet
your stuff. ou're to tell what you've
got to nobodygelse. A scoop do you see?"
Dnnsbey nodded his head understand-
ing it.
"Going, going-at seventy-five." he in-
vlted a-raise; "a couple of priceless con-
tributions to contemporaneous literature.
The secrets of industrial upheavals (lis-
rlosed by an expert. ing-at 8 paltry
seventy-rive dollars."
The garage boss, A couple of helpers.
and three policemen. forming a rin
about Dick and the three reporters, grin-
ned at the oddity of the proceedings.
“Not going to raise seventy-live?" ex-
claimed Dansbey. in feigned surprise. as
he glanced at the lower bidders. ' lad.
of-n millionaire working for thirty 9.
week.
And he’: got A red-hot story of 3
"I don't want to -
'=1C)'.'U CZJAGG. LEDCE R
''I might have
pitched battle in Eighth avenue. mi
you're getting it ex-ex-what‘: that.
now-oh. yes, exclusive. A bargain, fel-
lows, a great bargain-c-van at a un-
e on. now. Make it o. hun-
"Can't do it." anlnounced the man from
y was my limit."
quizzed Dick coaxingly
turning to the Star reporter. "Are you
going to let this get away from you‘:
Think of the swell picture I'll make."
and he set his arms aklmbo and pose
himself on it toe in rony. “I'll be the
talk of the town for twenty-four hours.
And you fellows won't have a smell at
what I say unless you raise the severity-
five. Going at seventy-five. '
“'Tain't worth it." snapped the man
from the Star, and he turned away to
other sources of information.
“All right, we'll see." Dansbey shot
back. "You've got ‘em. you Planet man.
at seventy-i'ive." He Ocked nrms With
the successful bidder and started toward
ie garage door.
“You're not gain‘ to quit the job?" the
garage boss inquired, disappoinlediy.
"Yes, till I'm bizllet-proof," Dick re-
turned. Iie passed over the revolver in-
trusted to him earlier in the day.
take ii. Nice little pliaylhing.
a little too young for it. Better keep it
yoursel . ooks as if you were going to
need it."
lie turned to the reporter who had ob-
tained his services.
“I-Io out my pay? ‘Vhen do I get
that?" he inquired. - '
"I'm g to telephone down for a.
photographer," the Planet man replied.
“‘Ve'l move on down to the Astor. I'll
have the dough sent up with him there."
A grimace crossed the race of the rich
man's son.
"Maybe I've done you dirt. young fei-
iow." he apologized; "I cun‘t write any
stuif for the newspapers. I wouldn't
know how to any it. l'il sure be a
"Oh. leave that to me." announced the
reporter.‘ I'll do the trick for you."
"How's that?”
“Oh. ‘cu give me your ideas and I'll
polish them up. You won't have to do
any writing."
“You don't say? That’: the wayyou
work it. eh? I get all the glory and you
do all the work. D'you suppose I could
get 8 regular job on those terms '
“You -might" replied the reporter,
sardonically.
stunts than that on
ey do lots worse fool
the Planet. But
MiEN”S SON
1o.p.’ii‘Ii-ii: waafoir THE IPRQDHGALS my <c.oo.1r. nmtcnmvos
been killed! "
come along. l‘ve got orders to get your
‘dope’ in eurly,“
So they strolled down Broadway to the
Astor, rilling with the experiences
of the morning. Dick had no eyes for the
folk about him. Hence he failed to
notice a group or three men who (allow-
ed closely at his heels and whose eyes
evinced an uiziy interest.
Dansbcy and the reporter had
settled themselves at a table in the cafe,
in the doorway, one of the three fol-
lowers kept them continually in sight.
And when, after an hour of question and
answer Dick had relieved himself of the
story of his day‘: experiences and some
ideas about strikes and labor unions
borne of his stress. the Watcher was still
there. T0‘him,canie his two fellows
shortly, and with them a third man.
een-eyed and iron-face .
As Dick and the reporter rose to leave.
the man or the saber eyes approached
them leisurely.
"Your name Dansbey?" he accosted
D
A
-i
c
sir, Richard Dansbey.
lliram Danslu-y.“ responded the
“tVhat‘s Wanted?"
a wanted." the other answered.
and his heavy Jaw snapped shu
“ '! For what, please?" asked Dick in
bewilderment.‘
"Two charges," returned the man as he
dipped a hand into an inner pocket, at
the same time flipping open the lapel of
is coat so that the gleam of is shining
badge pinned to its inner side was evi-
dent. “One of them is discharging tire-
arms in the street. The other is running
a taxi without a license. D‘you
see the warrants?" and the plain-clothes
man drew them out and thrust them to-
ward the astounded Dansbey.
“And who are you?" inquired lie. with
9. curious little qunver in his vo ce.
“ ms. my name is: Fred Simms. I'm
a. detecllv " ‘
“And who is it makes these charges?"
Dick inquired. his mouth working nerv-
ous .
son of
young
was the disturbing informa-
lucky for you they left
enough oi’ you to be arrested. me .
I ain't going to put on the bracelets if
you'll agree to go along quietly."
"B t " blurted Dick, his head in
:5.
o
confusion. .
"Save 'em. save ‘em. son," said Slrnms,
’Iinay:npathetirnlly. v"Snve ‘em and tell
0 the Judge. You'll need-'em All‘
there."
wan t to V
CIIAPTER XI: '
DlCK'S DAY IN COURT.
OUT of the hotel and down the steps
into crowded Broadway Dick Dans-
boy obcdiently accompaiiied the detective. .
As they picked their
automobile-cluttered
m:in's son .t‘ound himself wondering at the
nsionishing transformation in his Career.
is yours of Wild i‘.irmis.'.ii and
iininnmrl prodlgallty he hail never br-on
iiciliziliy nrreste . he linri
lwvn “'.'irn(-<i 0<‘cz1siunrAli,i' unii 0r<'it>re4i
to appear in court for fast drixlnir.
nc-vcr had he had mi cr‘ the close
surveillance of an oflicor of the law.
llcrc. llD“'. though only an hniir or two
nfler he had started to earn his own
wav, he found himself hound for :1 police
ion and for Bi he knewwzi coil.
“Fine enrourmzoment for the (‘imp whn
wants to reform." ho mutt:-rod to lilmsz-if.
lie llrittcil his tcoth. “l‘.Iit ' sec it
tlirnuzii." he vowed.
Tilt‘ Planet man. 5(‘Fl‘ililii.'.' new :l(>Vr-ir)p-
mcnts in his exclusive story, ruilnu-mi
Dick to'the station as soon as he liiiri
communicated by 'pl‘.QnL> xxiili his city
editor.
The police lieutenant on the desk look-
mi gluweringly the laps
glasses as Dansbey was brought in. liv>
rnmle entry of the arrest in tho "Blotter"
sax the daily record book is ulr-signntr-d.
Had it not been for the interposition of
llaiey. the Planet reporter, Tllrk ‘VvJlltl
have had to endure t
the l'l'est Side police court with the rest
or the morning's collection of prisoners.
Br-hind two drunks. a pickpnckrt. two
;,'.'ll’iIlJiEl'S, and a con denre man. he was
pushed into the condnes of the dark ve-
, l
laugh at his plight, of how the fellows of
his own set would everlasting guy him
for his unlucky exploit in self-support.
lie gave more t on a passing thought.
also. to Philip Arlston. He felt that his
rlvn must have made 3 far better start
toward the seventy-live thousand dollar
prize. it was certain. he assured him.
self. that his competitor wasn't facing
the hnndicap of a term on Blackwell’:
Inland.
When it came his turn to face the
Mai.-Istrate-a round. well-fed. Horiri.
faced individual. who paid less attention
to the prisoners before i,m t on to the
newspaper ilattened discreetly upon his
desk-Dick had recovered his ne
fclt his backbone ltiffenlnit.
he happened to glance back
motley throng that crowded the seats
nnd lined the rear walls of the courtroom
nnd imagined he recognized many of the
faces that had menaced him in the riot
of the morning. They had come to be in
"at the death."
"Got an attorney?" the Court asked.
"I don't believe I nee one. your hon-
or," replied Dick. "I'll conduct my own
case."
llut Dick's eyes opened wide in as-
tonishment at the testimony anainst him.
hon closed until through only :1 thin
K
was proliilc in details of the firearm
charge. ‘
"I was goin' up Eight’ avenue," he told
the Magistrate,‘ "w'en I secs :1 crowd
tax. stops by Iii’ curb
ginidehe waved his hand
crossly toward the prisoner-“stops his
machine and hops down into th' street,
lie wuz almighty fresh wit‘ his mouth.
upie 0' guys."
"Your honor. I'd like to ask a questio
or two." Dic put in sharply.
"Well." grunted the Magistrate.'n0n-
committnlly, .
f you were back of this crowd you tell
nlmut." the prisoner addressed the man
on the stand. "how is it you were able to
are everything that happened down in
tho front of ’ .
' see: over the heads." snapped the
witness.
how do you know I pulled the re-
Couldn't some one in
front of me have pulled it and you hive
been mistaken?"
"lt wux daylight, bo. an‘ me eyes don‘t
need glasses yet." ’ ‘
“You say I tired two shots
nir?" quizzed Dick, "Two. eh?"
"That's w'at I I ." -
"All right." and Dick turned to where
the Planet man. aley. was cnimiy ob-
serving proceedings. . lioley had nodded
pleasantly to the Court and chatted with
into the
T . ,
. The prisoner beckoned the reporter to
him and whispered: A > >
“Get that. pmrtire .on’ the‘ ‘phonmfand
‘have that cop that rods with me hustle
i