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THE CAPiT I. JOURNAL. SALEM. OREGON FRIDAY. MARCH 14, 1930 PAGE SIX SHOT LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE By Harold Gray 2f BIG $J hq FRANK CHAPTER 81 P&ISONKBS . That gangland phrase token for ride that she had Been no olten In newspapers now came home to Enid in all 1U bald, stark meaning. Was death waiting at the end ol the road? It was like the Ifist ride of the condemned on the way to execu tionand the horror of It had seized upon her. There had been moments when she had so very nearly lost her sell control; moments when she had so very nearly broken down. To bring shame upon PhU and herself for her cowardice! To invite the sneers and taunts and ribald laughter of such scum as these! Thut was all that had saved her. Her pride. The pride that she prayed would still keep her head high at the last. She knew no lllustloni. She knew there would be no mercy. She knew what gangland "justice" was. She knew that murder was the way thee men earned their daily bread. There was no chance none unless they. PhU and herself, could in some way make their escape. Her thoughts became chaotic The Big Shot wasn't Roy . . . That would have been horrible now . . . Would Martha ever know? What' would Martha do when she returned and found that there was no one there any more? It didn't seem even now that this was reaL It couldn't be real. .. She had been so happy at Martha's It had been so quiet and homelike ... And she had thought that perhaps by working very hard she might some day make a little name for herself with her pen... That was what she had come for to study, to gather material, and work ... and, instead, this was the result a ridel That dread phrase again! ... If she The car swerved suddenly, turned Into what seemed to be a sort of driveway, or lane, bordered with trees, and almost immediately the headlights picked up the outline of a house a long, rambling bouse, like a farmhouse it looked as the car swinging now, the headlights de scribed an arc and swept their rays along the length of the building. The car stopped. Izzy Myers was prodding at her viciously with the muzzle of his re volver. "Get out!" he ordered harshly. She felt her way to the ground. It was very dark. The lights of the car had been switched off, and there were no lights showing in any of tne windows of the house. She looked around her, striving to accommo date her eyes to the darkness. The two gangsters were taking Phil from the car and, from the scuffling sounds and the snarled oaths which accompanied their com mands, were obviously performing their office none too gently. She stood still, obedient to Izsy Myers' restraining grip upon her arm. She could see a little more clearly now. They were standing close to the front porch, and now the door of the house was being opened. "Who's there?" a man's voice de manded sharply from Uie dark in terior. "I guess you know, dont you?" Izzy Myers grunted In reply. "Oh you Izzy!" oxclalmed the voice in a tone of relief. "Well, I had to be sure. You're early, ain't you? The trucks won't be along for another hour." Izzy Myers laughed gratingly. "Well we've brought you the first load," he said. "We've got a couple of vis itors for yoj here; and the Big Shot will be along in a little while with Ma Kane and maybe Pa Kane. too. I dun no. I guess you'll have a house fulbut tins pair ain't fussy about their accommodations. The Big Shot said to tie them up In the barn until he got here." "Oh, so that's the lay. Is it?" There seemed to be something eager and malicious Injected into the voice L. PACKARD - from the doorway. "Sure! All right I We'll try to make 'em nice and comfortable! I get you I" Then get a move on," my Myers Jerked out. "Brlpg some rope and a lantern." Sure." said the man. "I won. t be a minute." , And then it seemed to Enid that for a little while slie became curi ously detached from her surround ings, as though' she had become mentally weary to the point of ex haustion, and that her mind stum bled and refused to function save only a strange, numbed, apathe tic way. She was conscious that her hands were tied behind her back, and that she was being made to follow a light, that danced ahead of her. She was conscious that big door made a creaking, grating noise as It was unbarred and opened, and conscious that she was being fastened to something so that, though she was still standing on her feet, she could not walk any more. But all wis did not seem to convey any concrete meaning to her;- - Then, suddenly, at the sound o: Izzy Myers voice almost In her ear, her mind snapped Back to normal again. . - "If it will amuse you any while you're waiting," he chuckled evilly, you can shout your beads oil: but It won't otherwise do you any good. cause there's no one wltnin miles of here. I'd advise you, though, to save your breath until the Big Shot and Ma Kane get here, as I've a bunch you'll have to use your lungs then some!" t The barn seemed to be empty of everything, the floor quite bare, as though yes, her mind was function ing again, and perhaps only too clearly now for her own composure end her own good as tnougn tne place had been cleared out and put In readiness for what? What the trucks were bringing? Probably! Did it matter? The gangsters. Izzy My ers, and the man with the lantern were going away now. Tne Darn door closed. She heard It being bar redand then the men's receding footsteps gradually died away. "Enid, keep working at your wrists," Phil's voice came quietly, Inspiring! out of the darkness. "There's always the chance of get' ting them loose, you know." "Yes." she said, and began to struggle with her bonds. But they were very tight she could scarcely move her wrists at. all. "Just keep at ltl" he said en- couraiinKly. "We can talk at the same time. And there's someuung I want to say something I want to ask you. Will you forgive me for what I thought and what I said to you in your room tonight? I" "Phil don't I- Her voice broke a little in spite of herself. "You'll make me cry and I don't want to cry. There Is nothing to forgive. Nothing! Nothing! How could there bel How could you have thought anything other than you did? Oh, please don't ever speak of forgiveness again! "All right I won't," he said. "But there's something else. Last night In the taxlcab. You remem ber, Enid? 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