“It’s a long way.” Ruth remarked ,
several times, but Kane merely grunt- j
ed. lie was busily pondering over
some method of extricating John Dorr
Suddenly the car swerved around a
corner, dived down a steep hill and
came to a stop before a big gray build
ing the hoarded tip residence of an
absentee. Reaching back. Drake open
ed the door, and Ruth sprang out.
A figure darted across the sidewalk,
and she felt herself clutched by the
arm.
She looked into the gleaming, cruel
eyes of Wllkerson.
‘‘I've got you now!” he said trium
phantly.
“Oh!” moaned Ruth, shrinking back
in terror.
“Yes. indeed." Wilkerson taunted
her.
Rut at that moment he heard another
voice, stern, commanding and familiar.
He looked around into the muzzle of
Tom Kane's revolver
For the moment they faced each
other, while Ruth shrank back still far
ther. The old man’s eyes gleamed,
and his trigger linger seemed to rest
on the trigger with a precise and deli
cate touch.
“Y’ou here!" said Wilkerson with an
oath.
Suddenly the old man's temper flared
up. The other saw death in his eyes,
turned on his heel and ran as fast as
he could up the street.
Without a second's hesitation Kane
swung his weapon round till it cover
ed Drake, cowering at his wheel.
