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"I eats this guy up, 'bo," whispered McCorquodale, pointing to Stiles' victor with his thumb, "'n'en I helps Swedie, see. You grabs Jimmy on your back an' beats it fer the canoes. The girl's away already an' Swedie an' me'll join you in a jiff an' the whole bunch of us vamooses, see. You grabs Stiles " Kendrick silenced him with a look and together they leaped into the fray.
And laughing loudly, yelling, brandishing their clubs, the whole crazy howling mob took after him. Kendrick gnashed his teeth as he watched and waited. His throat was dry, his fingers twitching with repressed rage. When at last he spoke his voice was hoarse. "Ready, Cork? There's only one in sight. Come on!" "Leave'm to me!" growled McCorquodale huskily, grabbing up a stout stick.
"There's Stiles the one they're bringin' out now," whispered McCorquodale, pointing to a second prisoner who was being hustled out to witness the performance. His hands were tied behind his back and the man who had him in charge shoved him roughly to a sitting posture and pointed towards the post. Kendrick's face was tense at he watched. His eyes smouldered with cold fire.
As the shores began to widen out at the forks Kendrick, whose eyes long since had become focused to the twilight of the stars, saw that McCorquodale had thrown up his hand and was motioning for him to cease paddling. At the same time his ear caught a new sound a chant of voices rapidly growing louder.
Kendrick crossed to the opposite side in two bounds and found McCorquodale already on top of the rocks, reaching down for his leader's hand. "We're in for it, old man," said Phil coolly. "Make straight for the trail. We've got to beat them to it."
She listened eagerly, interjecting a rapid question now and then as if her mind were racing beyond the facts of the recital to a logical solution of the mystery not apparent to the others. She nodded her head once or twice and laughed a little. When McCorquodale had recounted everything that he had observed she was silent for a moment, head bent in thought.
Both the man and his prisoner were gazing off towards the tote road down which the stragglers of the chase were just disappearing. McCorquodale was within ten feet of them before the fellow turned. As the detective scooted at him he let out a startled yell which was effectively chopped in the middle by the descending blow. "Mr. Kendrick!" gasped the white-faced Stiles, his eyes bright.
The second "gink" was a big flabby-looking "duck," and when he had descended quietly the detective had no difficulty in finding out that the man was registered at the hotel as John Harrington. "Rives!" breathed Phil in suppressed excitement. McCorquodale nodded. By good fortune President Wade had just returned to the city and to him the detective at once reported the full circumstances.
Is it a bit of woman's proverbial logic to demand special protection, and at the same time insist upon "equal pay for equal work"? The hopelessness of attaining the promise of the slogan is well illustrated in the case of a gray haired woman I once met in a London printing shop. In her early days she had been one of the women taken on by the famous printing firm of McCorquodale.
Cranston and McCorquodale had held a consultation with Wade and it was decided that Cranston would watch things at the Toronto end while McCorquodale was sent out to follow developments at Indian Creek. McCorquodale had told Mr.
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