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Updated: May 15, 2025
Fact is, I want your cash box, Perfessor, and any little articles of value you don't happen to be needin' for the moment." "I I've got next to nothing," faltered Thunder. "Most of my takings went in expenses." Mat Heeley's revolver hand became rigid, his grim mouth, tightened, his chin set itself in prognathous ugliness.
Heeley's right hand. Dan's shooting arm was broken. The Missing Link advanced with movements and howls significant of horrible ferocity. Dan Heeley backed before it, white to the lips. At this point the Professor plucked up courage and advanced upon Heeley. Dan offered no resistance, his arm was broken, and he was completely paralysed by the insistence of the monster attacking him.
He ran with his nose on to the barrel of it. One was there before him the Missing Link. The revolver was held in Mahdi's shaggy paw, pointed straight at Heeley's head, and the animal gibbered in guttural fury, snarling and showing ugly white fangs.
Mahdi, the man-monkey, sniffed about the stump, and capered foolishly. He looked with ape-like curiosity at Heeley's horse, then made an impish jump at the animal, grinning and growling savagely. The horse threw up his head, snorted in terror, and pulled back, dragging Heeley with him, broke free, and bolted into the night. Cursing wildly, Heeley ran for his revolver.
Five minutes later Dan, Heeley, the Bold Birragua Boy, was securely tied to a tree, with about three fathoms of inch manila, and the Professor's cash box, with its proper contents increased by certain sums that were illegally Heeley's, was safely bestowed in its locker again. "What was the price you said the Government had put on your head, Dan, my boy?" asked Professor Thunder.
"Heeley!" gasped Madame Marve, "the man that shot Hollander, the man that's been sticking up the banks?" Heeley's brow darkened. "Precisely, missus," he said; "the man the Gov' mint offers £250 quid for, cash on delivery." He turned again to Professor Thunder. "I noticed you was doin' pretty good at Big Timber, mate," he said, "and I thought I'd follow on and pick up a little loose change.
'I say, boys,'he almost whispered, 'I'll praise it, eh? I'll take it seriously. It'll be simply delicious. 'What about the chief? 'Oh, the chief won't notice it! It'll be just for us three, and a few at the club. Then there was hard scribbling, and pasting of extracts into blank spaces, and more laughter. "If an advance were possible," Clementina read, over Mr. Heeley's shoulder.
At day-break, to Heeley's great amazement, the huge monkey cut him free, and made no attempt to resist his flight. Nicholas Crips had very satisfactory reasons for not being mixed up in a long, legal ceremonial such as the handing of Heeley over to the police would have entailed.
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