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GOING STRAIGHT
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Their eves met, and he saw that she read his thoughts. Then, rising, Remington carefully rubbed the fire from the end of his cigar and dropped it into his pockef. An unusual precaution, perhaps, but a lighted cigar flung onto a lawn can be a veritable beacon-light if some one is watching.
At the first peep of daylight Jimmie Briggs was stirring. No matter how late
At this the little boy tumbled out of bed and slipped into his shoes by a process of lashing them to his ankles with-string. "Hones' to Gawd, Pop," lieasked, in a fife-shrill voice — ''am I goin' to see th' country?"
"Sure thing!" grinned Briggs — "with a handout on every bush, an' no harness bulls to slapstick yu', kid."
With the incentive of a square meal, and no policeman to threaten them, the
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"DOXT YOU GLIM ME, PAL? THE HUSKY VOICE ASKED
or how drunk he tumbled into bed, his sixth sense, the sense of danger, opened his eyes at sun-up.
A boy of six, with elfin tow hair straggling across his eyes, wras sleeping soundly by his side. Briggs shook him until the china-blue eyes opened in a wide stare.
"Come, kid, hump yourself ; it's you an' me for the stretch."
"Don' yu' wan' muh to dip in th' ferry-crowd, Pop?"
"Naw," said Briggs ; "we're goin' to hit th5 stretch — take to th' road. Yu' wont have to pick pockets no more, kid."
pair were soon out of the grimy attic and following the zig-zag course taken by the taxi two nights previously.
" If Remington had thought for a moment that he had thrown jimmie Briggs off the scent, he had another guess coming. At the moment that Remington had paid his fare and dismissed the cab in the middle of the deserted road. Briggs was within five feet of him, flattened like a leech against the taxi's body. He had ridden the springs thru all its erratic journey. After that it was easy for him to dog Remington home, running lightly in the black curtain of the meadows.