:TT1E BCD CKLC ^ yyyAlbert Raison Terhunc) ;: f ' SYNOPSIS. P —— | "Orel* Jim" Borden. nan id from a red B Met i. mark on Lis luend, ha* served his rj.o 1 prison term One m tacit Borden 1 paster .tun always a ..rm-ii.ai. ha« borne lie Red Ot» i* it..irk Jim and his son Ted •» the usd) known living of the Bardens Max Lamar, a dr It* tire, is de B tail'd to keep an e n <>n Jm Ju . Travia I and Bee toother i. -5 Jim a* hr Is re dlass.Q Jim and 1 4a) Lamar see »l e ilod CVrcle on a mobi pa‘s Land outsit] a curtained suloint Idle. Juste, marked with tb Red cir< I*, robs Grunt a loan soar.. Mary. June s nurse. pBacoeen her then ami tails her she Is ■■C-riio Jim*' 1. .cm. though Mrs. *Trarl# does n**t .now Mary tricks La imas June, drearrd as a tony, recovers Mary's sti from the police. t.ai .nr visits "Smillmr Pam." Jim * old crime partner. 1 At tb- soar dr June steals aar invention piaas tin Todd I>rew and sink* them in ttoa ara with her boy's clothe* Sent to xPurftiMi toy Sin.i * San . Alma lui Malle X)Vt la ft.. Red rirle on her h ind and rvta (toe (tasti at a ball Mary t-es her waal. off the mark and point* her out to lar.w wtoo follows her back to town. capSurew b*r with the Jew-is and Roes tafter asotling Mam" On the edpc of a . ' " . ■ •• . i I* _ NINTH INSTALLMENT g -DODGING THE LAW” The beach comber was shuffling I along the sands like some furtively } uncouth night animal. He was a l forlorn spectacle—unshaven, ill clad. Vhr a week, now he had dwelt in a ■ tumble-down shack at the far end *nf Serf ton heath “ Only after dark did he venture forth I in search of food or firewood. The few people »h'i hat: < n him on these night premia ih ight him a mere tramp and nicknamed him ■ Mike " ’ This evening Mike was scouring the shore for driftwood. His gaze was caught and gripped by something that .swayed and reeled eccentrically on the verge of the cliff far above him. He looked mere el-.sely. There, sil houetted against the brightness of the midnight sky. he could make cut two done lacked b'dtes fighting tor very life on the dif ecg< “ Mike stared up wan, spellbound. *Tbea to sL .ted ft night wind "carried away Lis cry of warning. Galvanized into feverish activity, he earn aside his carefully hoarded ann fui of wtod and ran to the base of the cue Forget;«tl of bis own safety. Mike hogan to swarm up the steep trail, (•ward the summit Mag Lamar was yielding, inch by tmefe to the fearful pressure of his toe V. :th every ounce of his 240 J •iewfy They Set Off Toward the Hotel. pound* and with every atom of hia mighty strength, * Smiling Sam' Kagan van striving to drag I-amar to the dlf hnsk and hurl him over. Max realised his enemy's intent, and tough! Ilka a wildcat t' overcome the , ,tamb.« handicap of weight. He ^wrenched one arm free and struck. ~Hi* left (1st '.altered thuddingly ■garnet the sweating flesh of Kagan's eptsinu-; face. Kagan shifted his hold, so as to piaioa the fiercely driven left arm, and twisted his '-road face to cneside to evade the abcwtr of blcws. The maneuver enabled Max to tear free Bin right arm Bra'ing himself, he threw every atom of his weight and his waning strength into a short* arm upfe-rr sL His fist caught Sam at th* point of the Jaw. Kagans mighty arms relaxed their hold under the impact of the Plow. | Before ne could brace himself, La ■tar struck again Kagan reeled back | ditty an; ail but h*- V. :th s intuit km. Max knew a - woald end tne fight. He braced Met to deliver u. throwing his •sot several inches behind the The right foot aid not toucn ground. Inatvnd. it swung out into space For fasur was an tne very edge ot tne precipice Cnderstanding bis peril, ha flung umseif forward. The movement caused a cave m ot the cremating verge beneath his right •sot Ha tan* out his arms to save htmnelt But it was too late to re —ear hla balance Over tne edge nls body -raahed. Sam. aw brain nearing from the jar of the two jaw-blows, lurched for ward to peer down at Ills vanished foe. But at the first uncertain step, he paused. Over the side of the cliff, some ten feet beyond, appeared the head and shoulders of a man. A moment later the lean body of Mike ; scrambled to its feet on the sum mit. Panting anil exhausted from his ■ steep climb, the beach comber moved ' forward uncertainly. Sam, seeing him approach, fancied the whole man hunt was upon nim. and that a dozen or more pursuers might be at band. He snarled like a wild beast cornered. With one smash of nis beefy fist he knocked the panting beach comber half senseless to the ground; then made ztt at top speed along the sum mit of the bluff. As Mike blinked uncertainly about him. ne heard a muffled cry that seemed to come from the ground be neath his feet. He jumped to one side, in superstitious dread. “Who's—who's there?’- he mum bled. Six feet below him. and hanging over a sheer three-hundred foot drop, clung a man—a man who had broken his fall by seizing an outcropping Jut of stone. To the stone the unfortunate Lamar was clinging with both hands. Mike drew back from the edge, yanked off his ragged coat, twisted it. ropewise, and tied one end firmly around his thin waist. He wound both his spindling legs around an upcrop ping rock near the edge and once more leaned over. The collar of the coat brushed against Lamar’s face. Max seized it. The weight nearly tore the tramp loose from his impromptu anchorage. But he set his teeth and hauled up ward. After what seemed a century of age ■ ized effort, Max rolled over the edge on to the crisp grass of the sum mit. There, side by side, he and his rescuer lay for a space—panting. ■lax was in horrible condition. His evening clothes were torn to ribbons. i( is face was bloodsmeared and bruised. His palms were raw and bleeding. Where shall I take you?" asked the beach comber. To the Surfton hotel, please," an ; swered Max, “if you can.” Slcwly, Immar leaning heavily on his new-found friend, they set off to ward the hotel. Ten minutes later, , they were in Max's own room; and Mike was easing the injured man care fully down into a chair. As he did so, their eyes met full in the glare of the electric light above them. The beach ccmber started violently; his pallid face turned battleship color. He turned and made as though to leave the room. ’ Wait!” panted Lamar. “I can’t let 1 you go like this, old man. You've done me a mighty big service—bigger than I can ever repay. What can I do for you in return?” “Nothing at all, Mr. Lamar,” was the beach comber s reply. “I'm glad to have been of service to you.” “You know my name!" ejaculated Lamar. “I—I have seen you several times,” evaded the other. “If you won't let me try to repay you now,” urged Larmar, "at least let me be of use to you if ever you need help. Here.” Shakily, he drew out one of his ! cards, from his torn vest pocket, | scrawled a word or two on it and handed It to Mike. The latter took the card, pocketed It and—uneasy un der the increasing curiosity in Max’s j gaze—shuffled hurriedly from the | room. Lamar stared after him; bewilder ment momentarily making him forget I his pain and fatigue. “I knew I’ve seen him before,” he murmured aloud. “But where and when? It wasn't with that tallow white face and hunted look and two weeks’ stubble of beard. I know that. But—but—who is he?” » w m w * w The morning sun was blazing on i the waves and turning Surfton beach ; into a vista of glittering silver. From a half-hidden cave-mouth j near the base of the bluffs peered forth a puffy and bruised face. "Smiling Sam" Eagan had blundered I up .n this cave in the course of his llight. after his battle with Lamar. He looked up and down the gleam ing beach, wondering if he might dare venture forth to appease his goading hunger, but, even as he took a step I forward, he halted and shrank back again. Along the shore, a *urlong distant, tt|0 men were strolling, and to Sam’s keen eyes their faces were clearly vis ible. ’’Jacobs!'’ he sputtered wrathfully. "And Boyle! The two fly central office detectives that used to work with La mar. Gee: The police haven’t wasted much time in hitting my trail. ’ He drew back Into his cave pausing only for an instant to peer down the beach In the opposite direction from that whence he had seen the two de tectives. There, In the distance, two women were sitting on a rock. In me sunshine; and toward them a man was hurrying. The man’s back was toward Sam; but the watcher recognized the two women as June Travis and Mary. June and her old nurse had set forth on their morning walk along the sands and had paused at the rock to pick out a site for the picnic lunch the girl had planned for later in the day. As they sat in the sunshine, June pointed to a flat-topped bowlder, farther in shore, as an ideal natural lunch-table. They wero about to go over and in vestigate it when a quick step behind them in the sand made them turn. Max Lamar was coming toward them. Mary shuddered, involuntarily, and shrank back. But June, with a smile of genuine welcome, held out her hand in greeting to him. Suddenly, her arms still extended, and before her fingers could touch his, she exclaimed in quick sympathy: “You’re hurt! You’re badly hurt! What is it?’’ Mary, at the girl's alarmed exclama tion, glanced at Lamar. His right hand was bandaged. His under lip was cut. “What is it?” repeated June, anx iously. "How are you hurt. Mr. La mar? Tell me.” "That?” said Lamar lightly, as he held up his bandaged hand. "Oh. that's just a little souvenir from your dear old friend, ‘Smiling Sam’ Eagan.” “Tell me!” urged June. Briefly—and still treating the theme in Jest rather than seriousness—Max told her the story. "Last night, when this tramp took me home.” he ended, "I was so rattled I let him get away without half thank ing him.' "Excuse me. Mr. Lamar,” said a voice behind Max. “They told us at the hotel that you’d started for the beach. May we interrupt you for a minute?” Lamar got up from the rock, glanc ing not overfriendly at the two men who had broken in on his talk. Then as he recognized the interlopers his face cleared. “Hello, Boyle!” he said cordially. “Hello, Jacobs! Miss Travis, will you excuse me? I sha n't be long. I'll be back in five minutes.” He moved away, the two detectives walking one on either side of him. "Sorry to butt in, Mr. Lamar. Chiefs June, excited. “TTiey’ve traced him to Surfton?” "Worse. They’ve traced him to his hut. They’re on the way there. At least, they were. See. they’re starting back, now, to meet a boy who is going to guide them. And—Chief Allen writes asking me to help them. I—’’ ‘‘But,’’ urged June, “you can't. You can’t! Why, he saved your life. He—" “Do you suppose I’ve forgotten that?” retorted Lamar, miserably. “That’s why I tried to delay them. I’d give my left arm to be able to get there ahead 1 of them and warn him. But how can I? I'm a sworn officer of the law and—’’ “But I’m not!” cried June, springing to her feet. “And I’m going to warn him!” Around the headland she vanished, just as the two detectives met the boy who was to guide them and started off at a fast walk toward the point. They did not see June. But she, glancing over her shoulder as she rounded the headland, saw them advancing. And she quickened her own run. Before her was the shack—closed, seemingly deserted. She reached it in a few seconds. She noted that while the door was apparently locked a window at the rear was not. With out hesitation, she flung open the win dow and climbed on over the sill. June found herself in a cubbyhole of a room whose only articles of fur niture were a tumbledown cot bed and a rickety table, on which stood an oil lamp. A crazy door led from this tiny bed room to the room beyond. June threw wide the door—and confronted a scared, crouching man, who blinked at her in dumb terror. “Mr. Gordon!” she said, incisively, as If talking to a delirium victim. ‘ The police are after you. Get out of that bedroom window and make for the rocks. I’ll hold them till you’re out of reach. Go!” She seized him by the arm, as she spoke, drawing him toward the win dow. As she did so, a thunderous knocking sounded at the outer door followed by a sharp summons of: “Open, In the name of the law!” Gordon hesitated no longer. He bent and kissed June's hand. Then, he bolted out through the rear win dow and ran like a chased rabbit Lamars Gaze Was Fixed on Her Own Right Hand. orders. Here’s a letter from him. If you don't want to read all of it. I’ll give you the gist now. We're down here looking for Charles Gordon—you remember? The lawyer who embez zled $75,000 worth of Farwell corpo ration securities and then got away from a couple of our men? Well, we've traced him down here. Got a pretty good line on him. too. And we’ve run down to gather him in. Chief wants to know if you’ll help us out. Not that there's any need. But—” “Gordon!” exclaimed Max. a light of memory leaping into his face. “Gor don! Charles Gordon, the crooked lawyer! That's the man!” "We have a tip that he’s living in a hut, down below here, on the shore. Just beyond that point over there. We were on our way there and we were keeping a lookout for you at the same time. What's the matter with your hand?” he broke off. “Your lip’s cut. too,” put in Boyle. “How does the other fellow look after the scrimmage? Is he in the hospital or buying a championship medal?” “He’s at large,” replied Lamar, ea gerly grasping the change of subject. “And he's ‘Smiling Sam' Eagan.” “What?” cried both men in a breath. “I saw him last night, and I gave chase. I caught up with him at the top of the bluff over there. We had a tussle and—and—” “And what?” demanded Boyle. “And he got away,” finished Max, lamely. “Now, if you want a real cap ture, why not start in after Eagan? “Our guns are loaded for runaway lawyers,” returned Jacobs—“not for Sam Eagan. When we've got Gordon neatly caught we can take a whirl at Smiling Sam.” He left them and walked hastily back to where June and Mary sat. His face was clouded and sad. June at once read the trouble in his alert eyes. “Bad news?” she asked. "The worst sort of bad news—for me,” he made worried answer. “And for the ’tramp’ who saved my life. The ‘tramp,' by the way, Is Charles Gor don, an embezzling lawyer. He’s in hiding here. Those two men are cen tral office detectives and—" “They are looking for him?” queried toward the shelter of the headland rocks. “He’ll never make It,” she mut tered, “unless—” She slammed shut the door leading from the bedroom to the front room. Picking up one of a handful of scat tered matches on the bedroom table, she lighted the dirty little kerosene lamp. At the same moment the two detec tives burst open the outer door and piled into the front room. There, for a second, they halted in wonder. Before them was the slightly open door of the bedroom. Through the crack between door jamb and door way. appeared a white hand—a wom an’s hand—and part of an arm. The hand grasped a burning kero sene lamp whose smoky chimney wab bled dangerously. Yes, and on the back of the white hand shone a cir clet of scarlet. “The Red Circle!” ejaculated Boyle; and started forward—a human hound upon the scent. “Back!” shrilled a woman's voice from behind the half-sh^ut door—a voice that echoed through the bare shack like a silver bugle's call. “Back! If you take another step forward I’ll throw this lamp.” “Rush her!” yelled Boyle. “We’ll get ’em both. Gordon and the Red Circle woman! Rush her!” He bounded forward as he spoke, Jacobs at his heels. And, across tne little room, like a flaming meteor, whijzed the lamp. The blazing Tamp crashed to the floor at Jacob's feet. There wras a flare, an explosion, and the room was thick with blinding smoke. Jacobs reeled back, gasping; his lungs burstingly agonized with the kerosene fumes he had swallowed. He fell prostrated across the wooden flooring which the burning kerosone had already begun to ignite. Boyle stooped and groped through the smoke for the swooning man, found him and dragged him through the choking fumes to the outer door. Meanwhile, as soon as she had launched the lamp at her antagonists, June had wheeled about and leaped through the bedroom window. While Boyle was seeking to get Ja cobs out of the burning shack, she was speeding along the sand toward the rock where she had lett Lamai and Mary. Gordon, too, had profited mightilj by her delay. From the rocks he made his way to the highroad that led from Surfton to the city. An autc truck, city-bound, chugged past. Just as he reached the road. With a lithe spring, he swung himself up to a precarious seat at its tailboard. As she ran, June looked backward The shack was a pillar of flame. Presently, as she rounded the point she dropped to a sedate walk. Marj and Lamar were coming forward fron: the rock, to meet her. She forced hei labored breathing into some sort oi regularity and answered the eager question in their eyes by calling oul to them: I was too late. He had gotten away. But I saw the detectives going toward the shack. It seemed to be on fire—or—or something.” “A fire?” echoed Lamar, looking toward the smudge of smoke that be gan to crawl upward over the jutting shoulder of the point. “I should say so. And, look how everyone Is run ning! Let’s go to see it” Lagiar reached the scene of the blaze to find a crowd already there. The fire shared public attention with two men, one of whom held the other’s head on his knee. Max shouldered his way through the group that hemmed in these two. Boyle looked up and recognized him. "He’s coming ’round, all right, Mr. I-amar,” he said “Smoke was too much for him. Gee, but we had one queer time in that shack!” “In the shack?” repeated Lamar. “You surely never went into that blaz ing hovel to look for your man?” “We sure did.” responded Boyle. “Only it wasn’t blazing then. We bust in the door and started for ah inner door. And then a woman’s hand stuck out through the opening and—it had a lighted lamp. Threw the lamp at us and—" “A woman?” questioned the amazed Lamar. “A woman—threw a lamp at you?” “It was a woman, all right,” insisted Boyle. "No man ever had such a little white hand. Besides—” “Besides,” gasped Jacobs feebly, “the hand had a Red Circle on the back." . “No!” gasped Lamar, dumfounded, incredulous. "No! It couldn’t have been! Not—” “It was. though,” declared Boyle. “We both saw it. We—” “Miss Travis!” broke in Lnmar, as he caught sight of June, who had Just come up. “Do you hear this? These men say a woman was in that shack— that she threw a lamp at them—that there was a Red Circle on her hand.” “No, really?” exclaimed June. “A woman—with the Red Circle—?” She checked herself abruptly. La mar's gaze was fixed on her own right hand, carelessly displayed to his view. Her guilty glance fell to the back of her hand. It was snowy, velvety, shapely. No sign of the Red Circle was visible on its smooth surface. “Can—can you explain it?” she fal tered. “Can you explain how a wom an — with the Red Circle — could have—?” “No.” he said brusquely, as he fought to shake off a feeling of strange mis trust that encompassed him. “No, I can't. I—I can’t 1 ” Then, with an effort, changing the subject, he went on: “My letter from Chief Allen begs me to come back to town and consult with him on the Gordon case. I must catch the noon train, if I can. Good-by.” Abruptly be turned away, ignoring the girl’s pretty gesture of farewell, »*•***• Mrs. Travis came down to the beach, at noontide, in her car. On the front seat, beside the chauffeur, rode Tama. The tonneau was half tilled with ham pers and baskets. From the table bowlder they had chosen for their luncheon board ear lier in the morning June and Mary waved to Mrs. Travis. "Here,” directed June, as the Jap came plodding up, “here is the rock, Tama Spread the lunch there, and put the car cushions on those rows of stones to each side. Call us when you’re ready. And be ready as soon as you can. I'm starved. Mrs. Travis wants to see where the fire was this morning. We will be back in five min utes. Try to have everything on the table by that time.” ’ The three women strolled away. Yama. as they left him, set to work with a will to get the luncheon ready within" the brief five minutes allotted him. As the Jap was not gifted with eyes in his back, he did not see a frowsy head emerge from a cave-mouth in the lower part of the bluff, a few yards behind him. Sam Eagan had tried to sleep his hunger away, until such time as it might be safe to venture out on the open beach without fear of meeting the policy Suddenly his nostrils had been tickled Dy the smell of food. Then, at once, his whole starved sys tem clamored ravenously for some ■ thing to eat. His craving for food had redoubled since morning. Now it drove away caution and common sense. He must eat. though *>e go to prison for life, in payment for his meal. Eagan thrust out his head from the cave. He saw Mrs. Travis walking away with June and Mary. He saw Just below him a dapper little Jap en gaged in setting a picnic table. He saw—heavenly sight!—a great basket of food just behind the busy Jap. No hale man who has gone hungry for thirty hours will blame the fugitive for laying aside his armor of prudence at sight and smell of the feast that filled the big lunch basket. Noiselessly he crept from his hid ing place. On tiptoe he made hia way toward the table. Yama waa stooping forward, arranging a handful of silver at one of the three plates. Sam leaned over him, and with light ning motion caught up the edges of the tablecloth and swathed the Jap's meager body in them. Knotting the cloth-ends firmly be hind the back of the squealing and vainly struggling little butler, Sam made a rush for the food basket, snatched it up and bounded lumber ingly off among the rocks, seeking a safe place where he might hide and devour his fragrant prize. Eagan had sense enough not to go back to his cave with his plunder. That was much too near the scene of his theft. Possible searchers would see the cavern-mouth and explore It He must get far enough away to dodge pursuit, before settling down to the delights of his stolen banquet. Ahead of him was a hillock made up of broken bowlders in whose niches a man could elude a whole cordon of police. And toward this hillock. Eagan ran. His way took him along a rocky bit of beach, where be most needs jump from stone to stone. The tide was in. The water swirled thirstily among the rocks as he rushed on ward. He came to a place where he could not stride from bowlder to bowlder to He Set His Teeth and Hauled Upward. bowlder, but must jump from one to the next. He gathered himself for the leap, and he made it in safety. But the rock on which his two hun dred and forty pounds landed was slimy with wet sea moss. Sam's feet slipped. Instinctively, he threw out both arms to steady him self. The basket of food slipped from his outflung arms, struck the rock and caromed off into three feet of water; where a mischievous wave promptly washed it out of sight. Droop-jawed, goggled-eyed, Sam watched his treasure vanish. For a moment, he was dumb. Then came a rush of words, t'p and down on the slippery rock, Sam Eagan danced. He threw his fists aloft. He cursed in a way that would have been a liberal education to an audience of longshore men and lumberjacks and canal-boat men. At last, his vocabulary and his voice failed him. And he tried to remem ber whether or not there had been more than one basket of food in that picnic lunch. On Careful—and raven ous—reflection, he rather thought there had been a second basket. And he turned hungrily back toward the spot he had so nimbly quitted a few minutes earlier. Vama, meantime, had at last freed himself of his tablecloth winding sheet, clearing away the last folds of it from his head and face, just as the three women returned. Loudly and dramatically, he told them what had befallen him. And, at discovery that the food basket was gone, his voluble indignation redoubled. “Someone has played a silly prac tical joke on you,” decided Mrs. Trav is. “I am going to the coastguard , station below here to ask if anyone there did it Yams,” she continued, , “Go back to the car, and ask if Gav- , roche saw anybody run in that direc tion with the basket.” Left alone, June and Mary stared j at each other in dumb astonishment j Then, all at once, the funny side of the mishap struck June. She threw back her bead and laughed. The daring cleverness of the thief ] appealed to the newly awakened criminality in her nature. And, as she laughed, the Red Circle began to throb and glow on the back of her hand. Sam Eagan, having crawled as near as he dared, to the spot where he still hoped to find food, caught sight of June and heard her gay laughter. He paused, hesitant, behind a rock, debating whether or not it would be safe to come out and throw himself upon her mercy. He had half-coined a whining speech of penitence for her benefit, when, of a sudden, the girl clapped her right hand across her mouth to stop her hysterical laugh. Clear as noonday sun could make it, the scarlet sign on her hand-back flashed forth. “The—the Red Circle!” gurgled Eagan, in stark amaze, "The—the Red Circle!—June Travis!" A gleam of wolfish cunning began to replace the blank wonder on his face. (END OP NINTH INSTALLMEifej DEADLY GASES IN WARFARE Ch'sHne and Bromine Are Thooe Chiefly Employed, Though Many Others Will Do Same Work. 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