Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, April 23, 1922, PART FOUR, Image 41
THE EF.K: OMAHA. SUNDAY. APRIL 53. g i Minimum t iiiMiiiiiMiitiiiiiiiiiniiiimitiiiMiiiiiMititiiiuiititiiiiittitiiiiitiiMimtiiiiiiiiiMitmiiiiiiiMmiiiitH imiihhw mini iimiiiiHiimiimniiinmntim .miiiiiiiiiiiitiiiitiiimmiimimimiiiMmiiiii iiiuminiutiimij The WANTED MAN by Harris Dickson 6 M I" r in n is h I's t 101 Jll In let lor P BS few low led I to. lall rm, Us ire. r k8t. i?" but rite his Ion, has ly's d. ! ist ty. iy. hs in-' iy ; lit ed , he he iy Ity . to ne. - i, ' on ( nd yWT hi , - J ha lbs sad Iful dly out t?" but tar, ike, hit his iter ing iiiiiiiiiimiiiiKiiimmimmiim iiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiMiiiniiiuiiiiiniiiiiiiiiii u iiiiiiiiiniiiiHiniuniiniiiiiniiiHiiiHiiiMiiMiiuiiMWioiMiiMiHiiiHiiiiiiiiiMiMiiiiiiMiiiiii imimiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiim mmiiimmim iiiiiimiimimimmmimimm mimmmiiiiimiiiiiiiff Tuoraii. Oa eepaaila eklaa al Laka Mvaiea, mwwwl, are te muim Hrnmtwwa, en4 by Mai. Mk klerk. a4 Nvkih, brhwif al toaa. bo UuM, fko flxl la laauar. Casual AetarKe. fouowinf duo Viih urk. Aa txa awr epaa llrel 4kui ara k inuae nuaf cm. tiuuni . ska ku maw ae a taraunoua iiaaiiMt. I aria fcal. Ma), kurk'a M4 ewiui. Uila berbere. Ika stajure baauutul Mulkw. aM bar tuMt, A4ealda. aife al rianan hailllf. a laalsua cole, Uul ka imim'U Ika outk la eo lav K-ur. Tba tvie kap a lOl vilk kluart al Ika a Oak. Wkx barbere. aba baa Uti4 hue ika la Adelaide, rau kirn eouiif ka ciaaia bar M bia anas, and la ejrepe kim aha Ulla kirn aba la ef rtad. Iba flaaa. IMuart (ivae facia al a- kola lor Adelaide." Haiillr ebuiaa l and eoefmnie Huerl while ka la U.u la Mra. liaiilly la Ika balwl aha la " Miaa Hum." IUiiIIj uaaa AdelaMe lnaxle tba kauaa and but Stuart "ail. But tba laltar rwatla bit mimoa to raarua Cat. Tom VanUaU trum lha Vullnra el talaaianra and rtMliW la Ua ailar airlatnlnc all la kit tnrod. Dr. Hum phrajr. Dr. Jluniphrrj. la akiof Ma, klark la no.'! a iMDiUuuon ka Ika Ixlaral ava am lib Bak Ikry baliar to ba tluart. A mmUI Ump burn4 oo lb tablk. By H light ht aaw two men la th room with tblr tart ctoM Mktnst th clmlivd duor into lb hkJltray. Tb door vu shut; from a recant and furuv trial Nat kntw It to b locktd. Thar atood tha ulant man, not flv feat distant from Mr. Koiyjaw, and it tba marthal bad only failed a llitla bit louder ha would not bava notdad a wlra to mak all tba (olka hear him In Ntw Orleans. VThtti Nat peered cloaer at tba Uatenera ba taw that ona of tbam waa Dr. Humpbrayt and tba other b blinked and rubbad hla eye tba othar man looked a heap Ilka Mr. Etuart Clayton, wearing tiactly th asm kind of doth, with th asm teeny mi tacb and goaita. It h would only speak ICHTH INSTALLMENT. Th Tw Stuart Clayiiru. , rONT you pleas let ma speak to Mr. Clayton?" Barbara begged. ' Sorry, miss." Tha officer waa poUta, yet barred tha ear door with hla arm. "Order ar that ba cannot speak to any body.- I am Mlsa Stark." tha said distinctly, and watched for 1U effect upon th prUoner. 6h thought h would look up, and In tba meeting of their eye that he must under tand why th gav her name ao plainly. Ha would know that aha waa not a married woman and took this means of telling htm so. But the prisoner did not start nor stir; per haps In hla gloomy preoccupation ha failed to hear. "Miss Stark, Mlsa Barbara Stark." She repeated the word more clearly and much louder. His motionless figure betrayed no alga of Interest; whether she were maid, wife, or widow, apparently it mattered noth lng to him. Unless, as Barbara shrewdly guessed, unless he were playing a game beore tha officers. So she touched Mr. Fat face upon the arm and tried persuasion. " Please allow me Just one word with Mr. Clayton?" ' "No, miss. It Is positively against orders." Beyond a doubt the prisoner heard every syllable, but did not look up to thank her with a glance. Stolidly and stubbornly ha kept down his head, and Barbara shrank away. i ' She could not conceive of Stuart Clayton drooping hla bead like that Or did he think that aha had told of hla being at Marmlon and blamed her for hla capture?. Impossible! All the Negroes knew; it was common talk throughout the neighborhood. In spite of her pride Barbara felt rebuffed and rebuked as she moved away from the car, step by step, until she brushed against old Nat, who had left off listening to Mr. Fozyjaw hollering ' through the telephone and rambled out to see what happened on the gallery. - "Uncle Nat," she whispered, "you loved him when he was a little boy." "Taa'm, missy. I knowed Mister Stuart When he warn't knee high to a hopper grass." " Then can't you do something?" "Me? Do which?" . " Do anything. O, yes, cut their tires." " Lawd, no, mlssyl " Nat shook his bushy bead. "Ef dey was Jes common constables I mought do so. But I sho is got better sense dan to go akulldraggin' aginst de whol Unity States." " But you must O, look! " Barbara dart ad away and went flying down the steps as Razllly ran around a corner, of th bous and rushed upon th car. No ona had ob served the Creole until Barbara's cry at tracted attention, when Mrs. Fatfao bound ad out and grappled him. " Here! What do you want? Stand off! " " I have business with that man," Baailly'a ton was so angry that the marshal an wered sharply. . " Leave him alone, I tell you." "But I am Mr. Florian Basflly from New Orleans." " Don't car If you ara Mr. Angel Gabriel from Heaven." Then Hastily drew himself up with Im portance and announced, "111 have you to understand that I represent the Dictator of Salamanca," , " Never heard of the gent Move on." " I will not move. I'm going to settle with that man." Through the big front door MaJ. Stark wit. Bossed their altercation, and left Mr. Foxy ' Jaw at the phone to go in a stiff legged hurry down the steps to catch hold of BaziUy. " Florian, come in the house," he ordered. " No. That fellow has Insulted me." "Tes, he ought 'to be horsewhipped. But let aim go. Let the officers take him away." From, this old Nat felt sure that MaJ. Stark knew of Mr. Stuart writing notea to Mr. Raallly's wife, and when white folks got to fighting over such as that it was time for ' Negroes to get away. So Nat crawfished backwards to a corner of the gallery, making ready to dodge out of range. If It came to a rookus between Mr. Razilly and Mr Fat face, Uncle Nat felt perfectly willing to keep hands off and let the best man win. No matter which one of them got licked it would tickle him. But the major same along and pacified everything by dragging Mr. Razllly Into the house. " O, Uncle'Nat" Barbara whispered again, "what can we do?" " Dunno, missy. Mebbe I better fetch Dr. Humphreys. He's crazy "bout Mister Stuart" From the undlsappointed faith of years Uncle Nat believed that this good old physi cian could outtalk any bunch of constables on earth. Mighty few folks ever said no " when Dr. Humphreys argued with them to aay " yes." The present case required a lot of persuading, and Nat hustled around to can In at the window, "Doctor.'O doctor!." Nobody answered, so Nat peeped inside. In 1 VJfZ9 AS' Nat could mak sure of the voice, but h didn't for Be held nja ear at the slatted door, catching every word of Mr. Fozyjaw, who yelled plenty loud. "Hello! Hello! That you, Harrlgan? This la Dorney. I've got Clayton. Neat job! Trapped him allck aa goose grease! Sure Mike! Bringing him to New Orleans on the night train. Call off our men from Florida and Texas. Order them back to Washington," and a lot more bragging. While Nat stood stupefied, with nothing but scrambled brains in his head, he saw the man who resembled Mr. Clayton stiffen up and grin, as If something tickled him mightily, then grip Dr. Humphreys by the' arm and lead him away from the door to the table.' The light now glowed upward Into his face. Ugh! It waa Mr. Clayton. In th flesh and blood Nat saw him distinctly, shoulder to shoulder with Dr. Humphreys, and looking powerful pleased aa he whis pered, " That's exactly what I want them to do to call off 'their men from Florida." Still the doctor did not comprehend, but shook bis head while Clayton kept saying, "It's all right! It's all right After the marshals go 111 tell you about It Now get MaJ. Stark. I can't spare another minute." The helloes and bragging at the phone had stopped, and the major's cane now went thumping along the hallway to the front The oonstables were leaving, and Nat didnt want to miss any part of the performance, ro be sure of seeing everything, he rushed out front and got hopelessly jumbled In his mind by another Inspection of the man who looked Ilk Mr. Clayton, sitting on th asm rear seat while Mr. Foxyjaw was thanking th major and bidding him good night Just to show hla disgust old Stark kept his back turned to th car, and If those constables had tha wrong prisoner, nobody could hold him responsible for not detecting the error. H never once glanced at the man. No such misgivings, ' however, en tered the happy mind of Mr. Foxyjaw; the prisoner fitted hla description to a Tee, and was captured at hla own home, where dozens of colored people Identified him. On the strength of this Mr. Foxyjaw kept grin ning more than a weasel ought to grin, as he settled himself In the car, waved fare well, and rolled away. Then Miss Barbara sank down on the steps, looking powerful low In her mind, and watched the disap-, peering auto. Maj. Stark seemed glad to ' wash this dirt off his hands, and was about to go Inside when Nat remembered to say: "O, major, I nigh forgot Dr. Humphreys say please come to his room right away, suh right away." "Very good," the major answered gruffly, and turned into the hallway, while Nat made private arrangements for a reconnaissance at the doctor's window, to watch the fur fly when Stark met Clayton. He had already started, when Miss Barbara got in his way and asked him: "O, Uncle Nat why did you arrest Mr. Clayton?" . "Sh! Missy," the Negro edged nearer and whispered. " Don't make no holler. But dey ain't never 'rested him. Dat ain't Mister Stuart" "What! It Is he. The officer said so. I recognized his hat and clothes." "Egzactly, missy, egzactly. Dey done 'rested some breeches like his'n; but dem ain't Mister Stuart's legs whafs in dem breeches." "Are you crazy, Nat? I saw him." , "All right 111 show him to you agin. Come wld me." The dusk was rapidly becoming night with little danger of their being seen, when Nat " That's why Pm dodging around th Wood 1 1 That why I triehod my govtrtunontl " beckoned for Miss Barbara to follow, and ran stooping around th gallery to th side steps. Th doctor door waa still closed, but his light showed through the open win dow. "Now, den, Miss Barbara," th excited Negro' paused and pointed cautiously. "Jes sneak easy, mighty easy, up to dat window an see who you aee." . So promptly bad they arrived that Bar bara waa already tlptolng up th steps before her father's stiff legged tread had com to a halt at the Inner door to Dr. Humphrey's room. Silently aa a shadow the girl passed . along the gallery and crouched beneath the window. Even before she lifted her head, Barbara recognized the same vibrant voice which once had said to her, "I know who you can be Mrs. Stuart Clayton. Now he was speaking steadily to Dr. Humphreys: " Be patient doctor, I'll tell you both to gether, when Maj. Stark comes In." The girl's ears scarcely needed th cor- . roboration of her eyes to be assured that this waa the man whom aha had met at the ' lake. Than who could it be that th mar shals war carrying away? Sh had no Urn to apeeulate about him, for ah heard her father knock and can, "Matt, did yon send for me? 1 ' "Tes." The physician unlocked hit door. "Come in." i The rotund major entered, and for the first time since their memorable duel a Clay ton, and. a Stark confronted each other Clayton being a stranger of whose business the,. Stark had no Information. So th major merely bowed to recognise th pres ence of an unknown visitor, and waited for whatever Dr. Humphreys might say. 1 A sudden tightening clutched at Bar bara's throat She saw that her father was passionately angry, without guessing the reason for hla wrath, that a scoundrel had dared make advances to a married woman beneath hla roof. It burned within him to think that such Insolence had gone unpun ished, but h did not connect this infamy with th request from Dr. Humphreys. Neither did the Innocent old doctor harbor a suspicion that Bob Clayton's son had been guilty of writing love .notes to Mrs. Razilly. Being absorbed in his plan of pacification, he failed to observe the major's warlike mood, when by locking the solid door Into the, hallway he suggested the privacy of what he meant to communicate. Not sine he was eleven years old had Stuart Clayton come beneath this roof at . Bennington; yet hurried and impatient though he was, he betrayed no hint of awk-' wardness aa be waited while Dr. Humphreys considered how best to handle his dynamite. ' The doctor did not handle It at all; he merely touched oft his charge and flung it down with a bang. " Ken, this young gentleman Is Stuart Clayton." "Clayton! Clayton! Preposterous!" the major exploded. "Why, Matt the United States marshal has Just left .this house with Clayton ta handcuffs where he ought to be." A thrill shot through Barbara as she saw the young man wince, like a thoroughbred flicked by the unaccustomed lash. He flushed and rose stralghter as he spoke: "I beg your pardon, Maj. Stark, but I am Stuart Clayton." The two men faced each other across the table with a Ump between. Outside it waa growing densely dark, and Barbara knelt at the window as her father derided th stranger's pretensions. "Tou are not Clayton." The interview took such a peculiar turn thst Dr. Humphreys did not know how to, proceed with his peace making, when old Nat's bushy head thrust Itself through the window, and the Negro yelled: "Tas, he Is, major! Tas, be is! Show 'in yo' scar, Mister Stuart Dat proves It" : Although startled by Nat's unexpected ap pearance, Clayton smiled and rolled up hla sleeve, displaying on the right forearm the identification which Maj. Stark could not deny a ragged bullet hole. WeU did Stark remember that night in camp when he him self had sat for hours holding this uncom plaining child until a surgeon could arrive and dress his wound. This was what ho remembered, and the agony of Its suspense yet twitched at his lips; but h turned savagely to the window and said: ; "Here, Natl Get away from there! ' Get away!" "Suttinly, suh. I'm gone, suh." "' Beyond air question Nat waa gone, raising more racket than 'a drove of mules as ho scrambled down the steps, then stole back immediately to resume his position beside the noiseless Barbara. Within the room young Clayton was read justing his sleeve, while old Stark glow ered upon him, and Dr. Humphreys asked " Ken, do you ' admit now that this la Stuart Clayton? "Nothing to be proud of," the major snapped. "Then go ahead, Stuart" his impatient friend insisted, " and tell ut who was that other man In the automobile?" After a momentary hesitation Clayton glanced from one to the other and Inquired: " Gentlemen, have I your word not to re peat what I say?" Both men nodded, while 'the crouching and breathless . Barbara could scarcely credit what she heard. " I came here from Salamanca on a mat ter of life and death," Clayton began simply: "which makes It imperative for me to re turn." '- Dr. Humphreys nodded approval, while the younger man continued: " I could not risk being detained, but the secret service made every effort to stop me." "Then you were dodging the officers?" Maj. Stark burst out "Tes, major," Clayton shamelessly con fessed. " And to be sure of giving them the slip I brought a comrade named Rafael Qulxada, who resembles me to much that we are frequently mistaken for each other. It was Rate who suggested the strategem of .letting the marshals arrest him and leave me free to do our work. None of the tenants . had seen me since I was a child, so Rate and I came to Marmlon at night where Bart Scurry exhibited him. dressed according to th official description of myself, and gav it out thst Mr. Clayton had com home." "Dare now, Miss Barbara," Nst grunted at th window, "I lot you so. Rsfe's d teller what flung dst dollar." " Sht Linen!" Sh wlenced him aa Clay, ten went on. "W planned that ear Negro should Identify Raf whenever th officer cam for me, and that's probably what happened an ' hour ago. Tou heard tba marshal call off hla agents, and I must bow reach Salamanca before they discover that Raf Is th wrong man." Th Incredulous planter and th country physician ttared at each other, amased by th success of such an audacious schem. ' On th gallery oulsld Barbara choked her xclamatlon, but Maj. Stark let his aston ishment break loose. ."What? 'You tricked the United States government and substituted another man In your place?" I did." "And the officers arrested your proxy?" "Perfectly true. Other men's lives hang upon my freedom. Rafe may spend a few weeks In Jail and got well paid for It" It was Article One, Section One of 8tark's constitution to detest all forms of subter fuge; snd with Rasllly's wrong festering In his mind the major glared straight at Clayton, ready to believe that a man who Intrigued with a married wpman would be guilty of other abominable offenses. He was In his most cantankerous temper, not Inclined to fall upon Clayton's neck and wipe out their ancient animosity. Blue fire glittered from the angry planter's eyes and met Its answering flash as Clayton controlled him' self and turned to go. " Walt, Stuart wait" the doctor begged. , "No, doctor. I'm sorry, but we cannot go through with It" "Go through with what?" old Stark de manded. "A personal affair," explained Dr. Hum phreys, "that we expected to discuss with you." " What affair?" The major braced himself belligerently, and madelt plain that be pre ferred to discuss nothing whatever with a Clayton. "Speak lower, Ken," the doctor warned him. " Nobody must suspect that Mr. Clay ton is in your bouse." " How did be get Into my house?" Every line In Clayton's face grew harsh with resentment yet he Ignored the major's tone and extended his hand to Dr. Hum phreys. , " Good-by, old friend; my horse Is waiting and I must go." . , His mention of the stockingfoot caused Uncle Nat to move nearer and whisper, "Miss Barbara, he ain't got no hoss. Dat stockln'foot done broke loose an' gone home." The girl shook him off and paid no atten tion,, for Maj. Stark seemed to be getting madder as he spoke. "Let the fellow go, Matt. Let him go be fore I say something." The top of his bald head grew redder and he was struggling hard to hold his wrath, but Dr. Humphreys never noticed that for he persisted: "I've brought Mr. Clayton here to tell you about Tom TandeU." " Tom TandeU? Tom TandeU? What the devil has he got to do with this mess? Young man, is that all you can say for yourself?" Angry as Clayton was, and hurried, he turned back from the door. This waa hla , opportunity through Maj. Stark to Justify himself in the eyes of Adelaide. . ' " Major," he glanced at his watch and spoke ; in a rush, "Tou remember CoL Thomas B. TandeU?"; ' "Remember Tom TandeU? I ahould aay I do. One night when we were holding the line In front of Richmond, old Tom says to me " The ex-confederate would have talked for hours if Clayton had not stopped him. "I have no time, sir. Pleas don't In terrupt Listen." " "Dammit, I am listening." Neither friend nor enemy, blue 'nor gray, ;.' had ever dared break Into one of the major's reminiscences. From sheer stupefaction he dropped to the edge of a chair, with both ' hands crossed over the head ef his cane, while Stuart Clayton stood before him, the dark face flushed and black eyes glittering as he told of TandeU, the soldier, the gentle man, the builder the benefactor of his father and himself, who did marvelous things In a big way, until the Vulture of Salamanca wanted to confiscate his fortune. . The eager Dr. Humphreys leaned forward and uttered nb sound for fear of checking the swift hot flow of Clayton's words. The boy seemed to grow even taller with indigna tion at the wrongs of CoL TandeU, who had been abducted from a public cafe and now lay in a dungeon at El Jucaro, looking for his friend to return with arms and rescue him. Never had Barbara heard such a tale. Mo tionless, she knelt and hung entranced upon Clayton's vivid descriptions, as he denounced - the tyranny that be meant to destroy. " And by God's grace, Maj. Stark." the lad finished, "I must get him out of there. That's why I'm dodging about these woods. -That's why I tricked my government Good night sir." No storms of passion, nor blood lust nor greed of gold ever came to ruffle their placid Uvea at Bennington. Sometimes Barbara read of such faraway fictions in lands of cloak and dagger, but never believed. As one who marvels at a prodigy, she heard every syllable of Clayton's swift narration. Things Uke that were now happening In the world; he had aeea them; h was of them; h had his part to play. AnUoualy th girl' eye thlflad to her father, and th major's npraalon astounded her. II vould only think of on thing at a lime; that not to Mra lustily must be gut out of his head before snythlng la could get In, and from the moment he knew this to be Stuart Clayton, MJ. Stark conceived of but a single affair to b discussed. Now bs rait, himeelf to a mathematical per pendicular and halted Clayton on bis a ty to ths door. "Hold on, young msn. Is thiit all you have to explain?" "That's all. Good night, sir." "No! Stop! Please Inform me whether It was you or your prozy who wrote that Infernal note?" "Note!" The suddenness of It staggered Clayton. "Yes. to a married Isdy In my house -snd sent It by a Negro." "To Mrs. Razilly r the doctor ejaculated, and by an angry nod Maj. Stark confirmed bit guest. Behind his smUe and back of his amia bility the bearded physician carried both teeth snd claws, snd he came near to show ing them a he turned upon Clayton. " Stuart," ourtly, " was that tha difference you spoke of having with Mr. Razllly?" " Yet." "Why did you not tell me of writing a note? Then I thould never have brought you here." At the first signal of danger old Nat drew back to a aafer distance from the window snd got ready to run, especially ss Dr. Humphreys seemed to be also turning against Mr. Stuart He saw that Clayton's face went white, but he didn't look a bit scared, though his voice came low and tense, as If each par ticular syllable hurt him. "Dr. Humphreys, you need be ashamed of nothing I have done. Believe that Now I'U answer Maj. Stark." Instead of retreat ing he advanced a pace. " Tes, MaJ. Stark, I sent a note to the lady whom I had asked to become my wife. My attitude towards her Is therefore clear. And I did not know untU she told me that she was married. This afternoon I came to Bennington in the hope of meeting her and saying that I had loved her in all honor and that she would be an noyed by no further communications from me. I now( make that statement to you, MaJ. Stark. It Is my apology. That snds the matter, sir. Understand me, that ends it Now I must get my horse and ride." Four people three white and one black heard the major's outburst and Clayton's silencing retort Momentarily the whites stood dumb, while the wrought up Negro ; shouted: "Mister Stuart you can't go no place. You ain't got nary hoss." "What!" Clayton sprang to the window. "My sorrel's hitched at the graveyard." 1 " No, he alnt'," Nat contradicted flatly. "Dat hoss dons broke loose and galloped back todes Marmlon." "Uncle Nat," Clayton seemed dazed and helpless, " are you certain it was my horse?" "Yas, suh. I knows yo' stockin-foot real good. He's gone home." As Clayton approached close to the win dow, Barbara shrank away'and wondered at the queer smile which now flickered across his lips; for out of the garden or out of the' void, from somewhere or from nowhere, he caught again the same intangible breath of new mown hay which must hereafter remind him of her.. He smiled and the smile passed as the dream had passed. Yet because of the dream his- voice came softer as he turned to the irreconcilable Stark and said: - " Major, I must have, your car at one ta go to Vlcksburg." "You don't get it" "I must have a car. 111 buy It or I'd , steal your car to serve Col. Yandell." "O! Tom TandeU!" With a visible effort .the major jerked back his mind to something -he had forgot " Take the car and go. Get away from here. I'll order Seymour to bring it around." " Without conceding a nod, old Stark re volved on his stiff lee and cane to go hob bling out of the door, while Nat yeUed after him: .,.'.' " Major, O major! Seymo's gone.,- Nobody else can't drive dat car to Vicksburg 'cept- ing Miss Barbara." " Hush, Nat' " . Barbara puUed him down and waited to hear what Dr. Humphreys was saying, " Stuart I'm sorry. How much time have you?" "None." He clenched his Hps. "I've stayed too long." " ' , . "Do you know the Vlcksburg road?" "No. But I'U make It all right My God, doctor, I've got to make it! " Then Barbara hurried away from her win dow and dragged old Nat into the yard. " Uncle Nat" she whispered, " do precisely what I say." "Suttinly, Miss Barbara, suttinly." " Call Mr. Clayton now. Tell him that his . car is ready. Don't let father know, or even Dr. Humphreys or anybody. Lead Mr. Clay ton to the front gate. My car will be waiting under the big tree." "Egzactly, missy, egzactly. But Seymo' ain't here, an' no other nigger" ' " Shut up! Do what I teU you! Put Mr. Clayton on the back seat of the car and keep your mouth shut If you tell a soul, those officers might come back and catch Mr. Clay . ton and hang him." , " Hang him! Hang him! Back seat? Mouf shut? Egzactly, Miss Barbara, egzactly." iConrturird Njt Runday Copjrlsht, 12J.,