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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1944-04-27, Page 6THE TIMES-ADVOCATJE, EXETER ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, APRIL ?7, 1944 FreedomI is your dividend mur- girl I w 9 0 9 Sponsored in the Interest of the Sixth Victory Loan by Senior’s Photographic Studio wel- again that be credited chest light man because blocked, then, moving the maze of ■ passage Scott saw The right huge i ■ i “The her! ’’ head, tussle was her that he a task to long lounge one of unexplainable silences, but enough so that to it would to capitalize upon it. His shoulder bent downward, man. And then something into the stomach of the leaped, his -y big strides. He pivoted corner and then pulled abruptly. The men had upon the girl. Serial Story by Michael Storm I will girl’s eyes. That completely, although reason why it shoud. of her sharp words when she moved her got beyond her, he He stood resentfully still, keep­ ing his dark gaze down on her oval face. It was only for a swift mo­ ment but he caught the anxious im­ pact of the startled him there was no The memory faded >o that chair and Scott though of her frightened expres­ sion coucentratingly. He came to the small door that led into an outer hallwayy and he pushed on the panel. In the hall, he turned right toward the outside entrance, edging past the people who wire crowded here waiting for a table in the inner dining room. Just before the main entrance and to the right there was another door that led back into the bar. Scott headed through, completing the square of his walk, knowing that from here he could view the two men completely. Scott took the time to study them. The nearer was a heavy, tall man with a dark, blocky face, black hair and a profile that showed an uncommonly long nose. The fartther was slightly smaller, al- liough just as powerful appearing; and his hair was thin and light, brushed straight back from a high forehead. Both wore light suits, nearer man had nervous plunged other’s broad stomach. The breath exploded from the man’s mouth and his tall body jacknifed. Scott brought his knee up sharply and caught the man flush upon the chin, Not exactly ethical, Scott thought grimly; but certainly efficient. And then he was thrown sideward, the weight of the smaller man bearing him down. He felt a leg entangled in his and then he lost balance. He lurched, losing his footing and fi­ nally sprawling on his hands and knees. He turned his head and was in time to see a foot swinging in a deadly arc. He tried to roll with the blow, but he was too late. The heavy boot landed against his side ribs and the force of it threw him upon his face. He could feel his breath rush from between his lips; a crush­ ing weight seemed to be pressing against his eardrums, Just then, from far off, there came the long roll of a police whistle. Three blasts and close by an answer. Then the pound of approaching feet. A harsh voice rasped out: police! Quick, Kurt, out of Heavily, Scott lifted his braced his hands upon the cement sidewalk. The quick beat of heels upon the sidewalk told him that his adversaries were escaping. Scott labored for breath, blow to his ribs had almost alyzed him. But, miraculously, there before his eyes, stood a black pair of shoes. Scott lifted his head. He grunted: “I’ll be all right ip, a minute.” A pair of strong arms circled his and heaved him, to his feet, A flashed in his face. “Shouldn't do that," Scott mured critically. Almost apologet­ ically the light went out. “Bad for the dimout,” Scott finished, “Where’s your pals?” The police- Scott upright. By returning slowly On the imttle fronts* of the world., thousands of Cana­ dian tnen and women are gallantly fighting a war to insure freedom for E VER YO NE, Th ey’re ready to give their lives, all you’re being asked to do js lend your dollars, You’ll be anxious to share the freedoms . , , are you willing to share the cost? STORY FIRST ! This Display is Sponsored in the Interest of the Sixth Victory Loan by Cook’s Cash Grocery j movement of pressing lus palm to his forehead. Scott could not com­ pletely see the other his view was partially He started forward back slowly through tables. He seated himself unob­ trusively on the stool and then re membered that he had not again looked at the girl. He knew, the moment he had seated himself, that the men had not noticed him. They were talking again, animatedly; hut suddenly they went silent. Scott ventured a glance, quickly, wondering; and then in that moment there occurred through the those almost not compete, most people break it, Down the narrow tween crowded tables girl who had been sitting alone, steady eyes were sweeping crowd as she walked, but she studi­ ously avoided glancing toward the bar. She moved past Scott, not look­ ing at him, and she was three steps away when he heard the man next to him speak softly: “She is the one!” “Alone! She has lied!” The smaller man had arisen and had moved almost behind Scott’s back. The next words were a fierce whisper, so much so that Scott in­ voluntarily hunched his wide shoul­ ders. “We will see what she has to say now!" Scott Hayden’s muscles tightened; the thin wires he had for nerves shortened along liis back and quiv­ ered in his legs. For then, as if on signal, the two men at his side pull­ ed away from the bar. Scott put his drink down quickly and got off the stool. He saw that the girl had dis­ appeared. The two men were push­ ing their way through the doorway. He came to the door, pushed deft­ ly and stepped out into the dark­ ness. He stood stock-still. Foi’ a mo­ ment his eyes were useless. He took two uncertain steps, his eyes trying to pierce the darkness,, and then down to' his right, barely discern­ ible, he could distinguish the hurry­ ing shapes of two men. Scott swung in that direction and made his way along cautiously. The street was almost deserted. He kept his eyes straight ahead and he saw the men slip around the corner. Scott increased his pace, closing the distance in around the himself up converged heard a half-stifled scream. “Hey, you!” Scott yelled. The girl was making the worth while, Scott noted. She kicking violently hands in a silent, seemed to charge Scott crowded a tight-balled fist in a vending arc. There was coming thud of bone on an answering, surprised had taken them unaware. So intent had they been upon their quarry that the possibility of interference had not occurred to them. Scott lunged savagely forward, realizing liis advantage and deter­ mined blocky nearest driving hit him a stunning blow on the cheekbone. Scott straightened, his mind Stunned for a fraction of a second, but he managed to bring his head up with a hard jerk. A paralyzing shock ran through his body as, the top of his head caught a man’s jaw. Scott felt his eyes spin in their sockets. The sidewalk was tilting crazily. In a blur Scott realized that the girl was still standing, watching, fascinated by what she saw. “Quick!” Scott jerked out., up the street—under that light, and yell for help!” He brought his at­ tention squarely on his opponents, for now the two men were con­ verging upon him inexorably. The girl moved out of Scott’s line of vision as though propelled by his words. At least, Scott thought with satisfaction, she will get out of this. He set himself, iong legg slight­ ly spread, wide shouldered body hunched belligerently, knowing what could happen now. These two men appeared used to this type of brawl­ ing. Scott realized once his initial success could to surprise. The man before him hands clawing' out. Scott ducked coming up under the wildly flailing arms. He let drive a big fist, and it and using tearing fury the air with hate, close and swung swift des- the flesh and grunt. He man was holding ! now strength was to* his leg muscles. Scott answered: be my pals, could fight with a pal.” “They couldn’t they? Wouldn’t Scott looked up 1 carefully. He asked'quickly; “Where’ is the girl? Did you see her?” | The policeman’s gruff voice was ominous. “Girl? There’s no around here, What’re you talking about?” (To be Continued) Put Victory First Buy Victory Bonds Sponsored by George Wright be- the Her the Scott the minute you have bought your new Victory Bond. 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