LENOX TIME TABLE, LENOX IOWA LAME IN THE HAROLD TITUS CHAPTER XII—Continued —13— IAS soon as the sound of his foot- \ps had died away Young was ft of his cell, across the bull-pen Id sitting on the edge of Holt's Tt, where the boy lay, face In his us. |"Buck up, son!" he whispered, a |nd on the lad's shoulder. "It oks like a kind of mess, but we'll jmr it up!" (A shudder traveled the lithe ame beneath his touch. l"\Vhat happened?" And when |e other made no move: "Won't Ju tell me?" [Slowly Stuart rolled over, and |e faint light from above showed face white and drawn. l"Damned If I know 1" he muted. "I'd packed up this after- ion. I was on my way. I didn't 'ant to leave without some word |r Nan. I'd just started to write note when In busted Brldger, abbed It off the: desk and . . . iThnt's all; except that I lost head and tried to take 'em all ["Then you were actually hauls'" "Yes,"—bitterly. f"Wliy?" No answer. Stuart con- Inued to stare at the latticed bars bove him. "What was the big pea, Holt? You don't mean . . . can't be,"—tensely—"that this |arn Bluejay told—" \ "Certainly not!" Stuart ex- palmed, as he turned nnd drew both ands across his eyes. ["Hell, no I What this Is all about, j can't tell you. I got enough from Brldger's boasting to see what ney're driving at. And I was off bone all day Thursday and I was paving and I did start a note to |an with a couple of sentences tat, maybe, will make It look a llt- je tough In the beginning. '''But I Idn't kill Gash ''and" I "$Itfri't*bury pythlng at'Townllne and I wasn't fere Thursday ! Somebody's trying frame me, but it's . . . That's a etall, now." j Young drew a long and mystified path, i "Detail! Maybe. But . . . Good Jord, chum, they've got enough •tuff to hold you here until we can llow up their case. Why, It's worse looking than I'd figured It could |e. . . ." He scratched his temple iriskly. "Damn It all, they've— I "Where were you, for Instance, pi day Thursday, the day Bluejay pparently's ready to swear he saw ou at the cabin?" ["All over hell's half acre." "Alone?" !'"Alone." "'Doing what?" "Walking." "Walking!" . . . Why, Stuart, iren't you ..." He shook his head |iopelessly. "And then you got ready to pull but and write to Nan that you've been risking all kinds of disns- jter—" "And didn't I?" — savagely. 'Didn't I stay here and eat my leart out and know all along that t was no use? That I'm too young md not big enough for a girl like "hat, anyhow? And then you—" Young's head was in a whirl. "But, good Lord, son, didn't she . . didn't Ezra . . . Why, last Wednesday night Ezra told me vhat she said to him after West iad been there and you'd mixed It vlth him! She said to Ezra that *e couldn't let anything happen ° you; and she cried because a ness like that had happened just Then she . . . Just when . . . Well, s Ezra told it to me, just' when he'd fallen In love with you!" "With me!" The boy's exclamation gave Kerry ft curious feeling; Holt's look, wide, amazed, shocked, furthered his confusion. With me!" he repeated, and laughed bitterly. "Young, are you Wind? is old Ezra crazy? . . . "es, he was there; he came into the office just after she'd told me 'hat . . .» He closed his eyes and his body uddered again. "She took me into the office away 'rom the others after West left. She told me that her heart would be broken If anything happened to because of my loyalty to her. . . I lost my- head again and begged her to let me love her. Then she told me that such a thing was impossible; she didn't My more. I put it to her. 'Do you loye Kerry Young?' I asked and she . . , she just nodded. That . . . that's all there la to tell yop. Young." He turned away. "I guesg, Kerry, you're as blind 1 I thought you were. All along, 'i since I first saw you and Nan together. I'd been afraid of It. I ... I'd loved her a long time, you see." Strength drained from Kerry's body. One knee shook spasmodically. His throat swelled and a chill like that Induced by fog enveloped him. "You mean . . . she said I . . . Holt, and you're telling me this!" The other turned away sullenly ns If in collapse. He leaned on one elbow, looking away from his fellow prisoner. "All right," he muttered when Young moved toward him impetuously. "It's all right. I was jealous of you at first, but ... it's got to be all right! You're her kind. I ... I'm over . . . everything, now. I ... I'd just like to be alone for a minute, please." That is how It happened that Young stood alone at a rear window of the Jail, hanging weakly on the bars, head pressed against the cold steel, eyese closed, with a sweet agony surging through and through his veins. . . . So his heart had found a home . . . unoccupied! . So this was the way love had come to him! So Nan Downer had been so sure of It that she would tell another . . . Little things that had been said between them; looks Nan had. given him; gestures . . All these details now, In memory, returned with their full significance. She did not love Holt Stuart. She loved him, Kerry Young! And^she was out there, now, distressed, awaiting him, and here he was, Jailed, helpless to help her, with Tod West in the saddle. And If "Somebody's Trying to Frame Me, But It's . . . That's a Detail, Now." West could keep him out of the way and hot-headed, impulsive Holt Stuart out of the way . . . He straightened. Nan Downer, tonight and tomorrow and until he was at liberty, was virtually at West's mercy. Old Ezra was her only counsel, her only protector. . . . An ague shook him. Tod West, with his swollen face Young stood back from the window, then, one eye half closed. A hornet sting, had not somebody said, somewhere, some time? The casual word, making no Impression at the time, came back now, loom- Ing into tremendous Importance. .. . Hornet? Or a bee? And honey?" He cocked his head to listen. No sound came from Stuart. He wet his dry lips to speak and checked himself. . . . From beyond the circle of light thrown by the Incandescent above the Jail's side door, he saw movement. A vague, tawny blotch moving toward him, and then a light, light snuffling. . . . It was Tip, tall threshing, coming faster now, coming toward the sheriff's car standing there where it had been left; putting his paws on the running board, sniffing at the front seat cushion, staring about and panting from his lonj: run. "Tip!" he called lowly. "Oh, Tip!" The dog. whirled. Young spoke the name again. The retriever threshed his tall and, running to the wall, placed his front feet against it, stretching to his full height. "Drop, boy!" whispered Kerry cautiously. "Drop! Good dog!" Hastily he ran along the cells until he reached Stuart's. "Listen, chum!" he whispered, grasping the other's arm as he lay on his side. "What you've said . . . Well, maybe you can imagine bow I feel. I don't know what to think or say, except this: you're . . . you're something better than pure gold. You're all man, son!" He swallowed. "And after this Is over maybe the feeling of ... of the worst embarrassment I've ever known'll wear off and I can talk. "But tonight we've things to think about. A lot of 'em; and we'll have to think damned awful fast!" He paused to listen. No sound came from the front part of the building. "I've been working for two weeks on this thing. It's a dead certainty that Tod West killed Cash. ... No! Don't you talk! Time for that later 1 "West kills Downer and caches away the money. Only just now, he's 'dared to use a little of It, some that he didn't know could be Identified. When the first of It showed up, on the same night I happened to hit the Landing, Ezra came to me and let me in on it. I've been busy ever since." Rapidly he narrated what they had learned and suspected; what they hnd found today; his encounter with Bluejny and the very obvious fact that his own arrest had been made on Tod West's suggestion. "You see, he hnd a double motive with you. Likely he, too, thinks that Nan . . . well, likes you a lot. He wants you out of the way. You were in a bad spot the nipnt of Downer's murder; he plants the box with just a little money, gets Bluejay ready to swear to this story of his and figures that'll dispose of you. "Me, tnough, he figured he'd better hire me killed and he missed by about n hair. The next best thing Is to keep me behind the bars as long as he can because he knows damned well neither Ezra nor I fell for the Bluejny lie about you and that cash box. "Here we are: the two of us In jail, something over twelve thousand dollars still missing and West on the loose. "Did you notice that West's head and neck were swollen up? You did? Am I crazy, or did I hear somebody say he'd been stung by a hornet?" ' "That's what he told!" Stuart was trembling, Infected by Young's intensity. "Check! That's no hornet sting. That's bee sting. He's been fooling around bees somewhere; be gets stung and gets all daubed up with honey because there's honey on the box and honey on the crowbar be used in making the plant!" "The hell you say!" "Fact I Do you know anybody that keeps bees?" "Bees? There Isn't a hive of 'em In the county. I know all these settlers and—" "But there are wild bees In the woods. . . . Oh, God!" he muttered, rising and slapping a hand to his head. "Why the devil won't a man's brain work when he needs It most? . . . Honey and money! Money and honey! "We should be out of here tonight, but there isn't a chance. And controlled county politics as he does, you can bet West'll see to it neither one of us gets loose In a hurry. . . . Money and honey. . . . Holt, the thing's just too damned hot to let drop. . . . How In the name of high heaven can we get out of here?" He swung out of the cell and tiptoed to the window before which he had stood. The heavy bars were set in stone. Even with a hack saw, it would take hours to cut through. . . . Back he ran to the panel of steel which made the front of their prison. Bars, heavy and thick, ran from celling to floor; the lower ends were set In a steel plate; the plate was held to the concrete floor by heavy lag screws, square beaded, solid. . . . On his knees he felt along that plate. "Lord, here's a short section of It!" he whispered. . . . "Look; the thing's In three sections,"—running Ills hands up the bars. "This door and Its steel frame Is one . . . And one, two, four . . . seven lag screws hold it to the floor. With those out . . ." "But how?" Holt whispered, voice shaking, now. "How the devil 'd you get 'em out? Where'd you flnd a wrench?" "Wrench? ... Wr ... Why . . . JCing Christopher! Holt, on the way In, d'you hear—" He gripped the other's arm so tightly that the boy winced He strained to listen and put bis lips close to Stuart's ear. "Stand here and If anybody comes talk or whistle or sing. . . . Whistle if you can! For the love of God, walk up and down and whistle. . . . No, never mind why. . . . Let me alone. ... I'm going to try to pull a fast one. . . . Got any string? Search yourself! Or a shoe strlng'd do . . Yesl Get one out. . . . And cover me up, boy, if you ever did anything in all your life !" Ducking Into a cell he felt along the base of the brick gall, scrap- Ing up fragments of plaster. With these, he went quickly to the rear window and peered down. Tip lay there, still panting from his hard run. "Hi, chum!"—cautiously. The dog rose and stood looking upward, tall busy. "Tip, fetch!" On the command Kerry tossed a bit of plaster toward the car. The retriever went out with « great bound, running in short cir- cles, snuffling, looking up, whining. "Fetch 1" Again he tossed a fragment and It struck the fender. With the sound Tip whirled, bounded toward the car, pawed at the ground and picked up the plaster In his mouth, trotting back to his place bejow the window. "Give! Now . . . fetch again! In the car, boy, In the car!" Behind him, Holt Stuart was pacing and whistling lowly, raggedly; not a musical whistle; a rather dry and husky one, to be sure, but still, It was sound. . . . Mystified, Tip trotted out to where he had found the plaster and sniffed and pawed, looked back, trotted around the car, stopped and lifted his nose high, drinking In scent from the sent. "Right! Good dog! Up, now; Fetch. . . ." Lightly, the dog leaped within, bunting the half opened door wide. He investigated at length, smell- Ing here and there, pnwlng, and then, on a blanket which spread across the cushion, he found his master's scent and immediately began tugging at It stoutly. "No! Not that! Not the rope!" Young moved his feet up and down to relieve the nervous tension which racked his body. "Stay there. . . . And fetch. . . . Fetch, old timer!" Tip abandoned the rug. More snuffling, more pawing, and then he came trotting toward the jail, a limp glove in his jaws. "Fine! Give. . . . That's a boy! And fetch again!" He turned and beckoned Stuart closer with a jerk of his head. "Working fine! Get a blanket and cut It Into strips, about so wide." —measuring with thumb'and finger. "And keep whistling! For the love of God don't stop whistling! It means more to us than you'll ever realize." And now Tip was fetching a tire Iron and next he brought a pair of pliers, handling the metal gingerly, head bent far to one side ns the grip necessary to holding them hurt his teeth. As he deposited each against the wall he looked up and threshed his tall and panted. "Fetch !" whispered Young harshly. "Clean her out! Bound to be a wrench 1" But it was an S wrench and then the other glove and n screw driver; next a jack handle and then . . . Young was laughing excitedly as he waved an arm wildly for Holt, because Tip was advancing, n monkey wrench held gingerly from the side of his mouth. "Good dog! Take! . . . Hold It, now! Steady. . . ." "How's that?" muttered Stuart, thrusting the rope made of n ripped blanket Into Kerry's hands. "Whistle! . . . Stay by the door and whistle!" He scanned the darkness beyond the lighted area anxiously. Any passer, seeing the dog, could upset his plan. And Nat Bridger might have his vnnlty satiated by now by the gnng nt the pool room. The blanket rope was long enough. He bent the shoe lace to It and made in it n running lopp. Then cautiously he thrust the string through the bars and carefully paid out the strands of woolen. Tip stood there obediently, wrench In his Jaws, rolling his eyes toward that descending noose. It swung and swayed; the loop touched the dog's head, dangled near the wrench and ... then closed of Its own weight! With a muttered curse, Kerry Jerked It upward again, Improved the knot and tried once more. Thrice and a fourth time he was forced to open the loop before It finally swung over the end of the wrench. Then, holding his breath ne drew it taut and with a muttered, "Give!" swung the wrench free. It touched the wall with a dull clink; It came up and he drew a great gasp of night air as his hand, thrust between the bars, closed upon It. How they worked on those tightly-set lag' screws! On their knees, close together, ready to throw themselves back Into the cells at the first alarming sound, they tolled. Two of the seven came easily. Two more yielded to their combined strength. The fifth and the sixth finally moved, but the seventh . . . Ah, that seventh! With Stuart's hands gripped over Kerry's they put their weights on the wrench handle until Young thought the flesh would roll from his palms. They sweated and panted, and cursed in whispers and then, without warning, It gave, letting go so suddenly that Kerry lunged noisily against the bars. And on that sound came another: steps approaching; foot at the entry and they scuttled for their cells. "Any calls, Ma?" It was Brldger's voice, and a woman answered from somewhere. (TO BE CONTINUED) Hvents Are Shells Events are only the shells of Ideas; and often It Is the fluent thought of ages that Is crystallized In a moment by the stroke of n pen or the point of a bayonet. Best part of taking a detour on n country drive Is that you have to drive so slow you can't run over any of the farmer's chickens. follow Natural Bent The more we try to look what we are not, the smaller our chance becomes of fully being what we really can grow to be. 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