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I SYNOPSIS
BHAPTER I —At Thornton Fairchild’s
Bth his eon Robert learns there has
Bn a darls period in his father’s life
Kch for almost thirty years has caused ;
B suffering. The secret is hinted at l
■ a document left by the elder Fair-
Bid, which also informs Robert he is
■w owner of a mining elaim in Colo
-80, and advising hint to see Henry
Bmish, a lawyer.
BHAPTER ll.—beamish tells Robert his
Bim, a silver mire, is at Ohadi, thirty- ■
Bht miles from Denver. He also warns |
B a? i.r.st a certain man, “Squint” Ro-
Bi.e, : s father’s enemy. Robert decides i
Br . Ohadf.
■HAP PR III —On th<? road to Ohadi ,
■m 1* nvcr Fairchild assists a girl, ap-
Itittlv in a frenzy of haste, to change
■tire on her auto. When she has left,
B sheriff and a posse appear, in pur-
I* of a bandit. Fairchild bewildered, ’
pleads them as to the direction the
H had taken.
■HAPTER IV.—At Ohadi Fairchild is
Irmly greeted by ‘‘Mother’’ Howard, )
irding-house keeper, for his father’s
e.
HAPTER V.—From Mother Howard,
Irchi'.d learns something of the mystery
netted with the disappearance of “Sis
’ Larsen, his father’s co-worker In
mine. Pie meets the girl he had as
ted, but she denies her identity. She
Anita Richmond, Judge Richmond’s
Hb ter.
HAPTER Vl.—Visiting his claim. Fair-
Ase shadowed by a man he recog
w from descriptions as “Squint” Ro
ne Back In Ohadi, his father’s old
nd, Harry Harkins, a Cornlshman,
nmoned ftom England by Beamish to
p Fairchild, halls him with joy.
HAPTER Vll—The pair find the mine
nded and hare not sufficient funds to ;
ra it pumped dry. Later in the day
juint” Rodalne announces that be
ictically saw Harkins fall into the
nded mine, and evidently is drowned.
HAPTER Vlll.—Harkins being a gen
-1 favorite, the entire population turns
to clear the flooded mine. When
work is practically done, Harry ap
irs, apparently surprised at the fur
il. It had been a 6hrewd trick on his
rt to get the mine pumped out without
it to himself or Fairchild, and the men
:« It as a good joke.
■HAPTER IX.—KairchiM learns that
dge Richmond Is dying, arid that he
d Anita are in the power of the Ro
ir.es. Tiiey begin, as partners, to work
i mine. In their hearts both fear Lar
t Was killed by Thornton Fairchild and
i body buried by a cave-in which de- j
Wed the mine. At the “Old Times |
11" Fairchild dances with Anita, to j
t discomfiture of Maurice Rodaine, son j
"Squint,” supposed to be engaged
the girl. A bandit holds up the dance
1 shoots a merrymaker. Maurice ReP
!ne claims he recognized the bandit as
irkins. The latter is arrested. Fair
ild interferes to save Anita from the
Hying of the two Rodaines, and Is
ratified at Anita’s annare"* i-.
nar i cre a..—Fairchild puts up the
dm as bond, and secures Harry’s re
ue from Jail. They are offered $50,000
r the claim, by an unknown party, but
tte to disregard it. Clearing the mine,
Y tome to where they fear to find
irsen s remains.
(Continued from Last Week)
“Out from be'lnd that bar! Drop
lat gun t” he commanded of the wlilte
ffoned attendant. “Out from that
►alette wheel. Everybody line up!
Hick— and there ain’t no time for
lolln’.”
Chattering and laughing, they
the sheriff, his star gleaming.
Ending out in front of them all, shiv
rtng in mock fright, his hands higher
ten any one’s. The bandit, both re
olvers leveled, stejiped forward a foot
f so - and again ordered speed. A
nndantiii handkerchief was wrapped
nnut his head, conceuling his hair and
ars - A mask was over his eyes, sup
teraented by another bandanna,
beginning at the bridge of his
jtee, fi red over his chin, cutting off
U possible chance of recognition.
My a second more he waited, then,
Hh a wave of the guns, shouted his
•Bntaiid:
All right, everybody 1 I’m a decent
Hlow. Don’t want much, but I want
Quick! This ’ere’s for the relief of
! ders and orphans. Make it sudden,
tech one of you gents step out to the
»ter of the room and leave five dol
-8 And step back when you’ve put
there. Ladies stay where you’re
k* u Eh. Fairchild turned to
8 Co ”T>anion, as she nudged him.
( ‘ er<i ' it’s your turn.”
hit to the center of the floor went
. the rest of the victims
S dng an 3 chiding him. Back he
in mock fear, his hands In the
-• bn down the line went the con
tributing men. Then the .m.ioit rushed
forward, gathered up the bills and gold
pieces, shoved them in his pockets,
and whirled toward the door.
“The purpose of this ’ere will be in
the paper tomorrow,” he announced.
“And don’t you follow me to find out!
Back, there!”
Two or three laughing men had
started forward, among them a fiddler,
who had joined the line, and who now
rushed out in flaunting bravery, brand
. ishing his violin as though to brain the
intruder. Again the command :
“Back, there —get back !”
Then the crowd recoiled. Flashes
had come from the masked man’s guns
the popping of electric light globCf
above and the showering of glass tes
tifylng to the fact that they had con
talned something more than mere wad
ding. Somewhat dazed, the fiddler con
tlnued his rush, suddenly to crumph
and fall, while men milled and woraer
screamed. A door slammed, the lock
clicked, and the crowd rushed for the
windows. The holdup had been real
after all —instead of a planned, joking
affair. On the floor the fiddler lay
gasping—and bleeding. And the ban
dit was gone.
All in a moment the dance hall
seemed to have gone mad. Men were
rushing about and shouting; panic
stricken women clawed at one another
and fought their way toward a free
dom they could not gain. Windows
crashed as forms hurtled against them ;
screams sounded. Hurriedly, as the
crowd massed thicker, Fairchild raised
the small form of Anita in his arms
and carried her to a chair, far at one
side.
“It's till right now,” he said, calming
her. “Everything's over —look, they’re
helping the fiddier to his feet. Maybe
he’s not badly hurt. Everything's all
right—”
And then he straightened. A man
had unlocked the door from the out
side and had rushed into the dance
hall, excited, shouting. It was Maurice
Kodaine.
“I know who it was,” he almost
screamed. “I got a good look at him —
jumped out of the window and almost
headed him off. He took off his mask
outside —and I saw him.”
“You saw him —?” A hundred voices
shouted the question at once.
“Yes.” Then Maurice Rodaine nodded
straight tow ard Robert Fairchild. “The
light w r as good, and I got a straight
"He Was That Fellow’s Partner.*
look at him. He was that fellow’s
partner —a Cornlshman they call
Harry 1”
“I don’t believe it!” Anita Richmond
exclaimed with conviction and clutched
at Fairchild’s arm. “I don’t believe
it!”
“I can’t!” Robert answered. Then
he turned to the accuser. “How could
It be possible for Hurry to be down
here robbing a dance hall when he’s
out working the mine?”
“Working the mine?” This time it
was the sheriff. “What’s the necessity
for a day and night shift?”
"We agreed upon it yesterday after
noon.”
“At whose suggestion?”
"I’m not sure —but I think it w r as
mine.”
“Young fellow,” the sheriff had ap
proached him now, "you’d better be
certain about that. It looks to me
that might be a pretty good excuse to
give when a man can’t produce an
alibi. Anyway, the identification seems
pretty complete. Then he turned to
the crowd. “I want a couple of good
men to go along with me as deputies.”
“I have a right to go.” Fairchild
had stepped forward.
“Certainly. But not as a deputy.
Who wants to volunteer?”
| Half a dozen men came forward,
ana from rnem the sheriff chose two.
Fairchild turned to say good-by to
Anita. In vain. Already Maurice Ro
dalne had escorted her, apparently
against her will, to a far end of the
dance hall, and there was quarreling
with her. Fairchild hurried to join
the sheriff and his two deputies, just
starting out of the dance hall. Five
minutes luter they were in a motor car,
chugging up Kentucky gulch.
Slowly, the motor car fighting
against the grade, the trip was ac
complished. Then the four men leaped
from the machine at the last rise be
fore the tunnel was reached and three
of them went forward afoot toward
where a slight gleam of light came
from the mouth of the Blue Poppy.
The sheriff took the lead, at last to
stop behind a boulder and to shout a
command:
"Hey you, in there.”
“ ’Ey yourself!” It was Harry’s
voice.
“Come out —and be quick about it.
Hold your light In front of your face
with both hands.”
“The ’ell I will! And ’oo’s talking?”
“Sheriff Adams of Clear Creek coun
ty. You’ve got one minute to come
out —or I’ll shoot.”
“I’m coming on the run I”
And almost instantly the form of
Harry, his acetylene lamp lighting up
his bulbous, surprised countenance
with its spraylike mustache, appeared
at the mouth of the tunnel.
“What the bloody ’ell?” he gasped,
ns he looked into the muzzle of the
revolver. From down the mountain
side came the shout of one of the dep
uties :
“Sheriff! Looks like it’s him, all
right. I’ve found a horse down here
all sweated up from running.”
“That’s about the answer.” Sher
iff Adams went forward and with a
motion of his revolver sent Harry’*
hands into the air. “Let’s see what
you’ve got on you.”
A light gleamed below as an elec
tric flash in the hands of one of the
deputies began an investigation of the
surroundings. The sheriff, finishing
his search of 'Arry’s pockets, stepped
back.
“Well,” he demanded, “what did you
do with the proceeds?”
“The proceeds?” Harry stared blank
ly. “Os what?”
“Quit your kidding, now. They’ve
found your horse down there.”
“Wouldn’t it be a good idea —” Fair
child had cut in acridly— “to save
your accusations on this tiling until
you’re a little surer of it? Harry
hasn't any horse. If he’s rented one,
you ought to be able to find that out
pretty shortly.”
As if in answer, the sheriff turned j
and shouted a question down the j
mountain side. And back came the !
answer: j
“It’s Doc Mason’s. Must have been j
stolen. Doc was at the dance.”
“I guess that settles it.” The offi- j
cer reached for his hip pocket. “Stick |
out your hands, Harry, while I put ,
the cuffs on them.”
“But ’ow in bloody ’ell ’ave I been i
doing anything when I’ve, been up ’ere j
working on the chiv wheel? 'Ow —?” j
“They say yon held up the dance |
tonight and robbed us,” Fairchild cut
in. Harry’s face lost its surprised
look, to give way to a glance of keen
questioning.
“And do you say It?”
“I most certainly do not. The Iden
tification was given by that honorable
person known as Mr. Maurice Ro
daine.”
“Oh! One thief identifying an
other —”
“Sheriff!" Again the voice from be
low.
“Yeh!”
“We’ve found a cache down here.
Must have been made in a hurry —two
new revolvers, bullets, a mask, a cou
ple of new handkerchiefs and the
money.”
Harry eyes grew wide. Then he
stuck out his hands.
“The evidence certainly Is piling
up!” he grunted. “I might as well
save my talking for later.”
“That’s n good Idea.” The sheriff
snapped the handcuffs into place.
Then Fairchild shut off the pumps
and they started toward the machine.
Back in Ohadi more news awaited
them. Harry, if Harry had been the
highwayman, had gone to no expense
for his outfit. The combined general
store and hardware emporium of
Gregg Brothers had been robbed ol
the articles necessary for a disguise —
also the revolvers and their bullets.
Robert Fairchild watched Harry
placed in the solitary cell of the county
jail with a spirit that could not re
spond to the Oornishman’s grin and
his assurances that morning would
bring a righting of affairs. Four
charges hung heavy above him: that
of horse-stealing, of burglary, of high
way robbery, and worse, the final as
sault with attempt to kill. Fairchild
turned wearily away; he could not
find the optimism to join Harry’s
cheerful announcement that it would
be “all right.” The appearances were
otherwise. Besides, up in the little
hospital on the hill, Fairchild had seen
lights gleaming as he entered the jail,
and he knew that doctors were work
ing there over the wounded body of
the fiddler. Tired, heavy at heart,
his earlier conquest of the night sod
den and overshadowed now, he turned
away from the cell and its optimistic
occupant —out into the night.
It was only a short «Wk to the hos
pital and Fairchild went there, to
leave with at least a ray of hope. The
probing operation bad been completed ,
the fiddler would live, and at least the
charge against Harry would not be
; one of murder, That was a thing for
i which to be thankful; but there wus
i plenty to cause consternation, as Fair
• child Kalked slowly down the dark,
winding street toward the main thor-
oughfare. Without Harry, Fnircmld
now felt himself lost. Before the big,
genial, eccentric Cornishman had come
into his life, he hnd believed, with
some sort of divine Ignorance, that
be could carry out his ambitions by
himself, with no knowledge of the tech
nical details necessary to mining, with
no previous history of the Blue Pop
py to guide him, and with no help
against the enemies who seemed every
where. Now he saw that It was im
possible. More, the Incidents of the
night showed how swiftly those ene
mies were working, how sharp and
stlletto-llke their weapons.
That Harry was innocent was cer
tain —to Robert Fairchild.
Looking back over It now, he could
see how easily Fate had played into
the hands of the Rodaines, if the Ro
daines had not possessed a deeper con
cern than merely to seize upon a hap
pening and turn It to their own ac
count. The highwayman was big. The
highwayman talked with a "Cousin-
Jack” accent—for all Cornlshmen are
“Cousin Jacks” In the mining country.
Those two features in themselves,
Fairchild thought, as he stumbled
along in the darkness, were sufficient
to start the scheming plot in the brain
of Maurice Rodaine, already ugly and
evil through the trick played by Harry
on his father and the rebuke that had
come from Anita Richmond. It was
an easy matter for him to get the In
splration, leap out of the window, and
then wait until the robber had gone
that he might flare forth with his
accusation. And after that —.
Either Chance, or something strong
er, had done the rest. The finding ol
the stolen horste and the carelessly
made cache near the mouth of th<
Blue Poppy mine would be sufficient
In the eyes of any Jury, The evidence
was both direct and circumstantial
To Fairchild's mind, there was smal
chance for escape by Harry, once his
case went to trial.
Down the dark street the man wan
dered, his hands sunk deep In his
pockets, his head low between his
shoulders —only to suddenly galvanize
into intensity, and to stop short that
he might hear again the voice which
had come to him. At one side was
a big house—a house whose occupants
he knew instinctively, for he hail seen
the shadow of a woman, hands out
stretched, as she passed the light
strewn shade of a window on the sec
ond floor. More, he had heard her
voice, supplemented by gruffer tones.
And then it. came again.
(To Be Continued Next TVeek)
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