In the remaining twenty five and one half seconds Willie walked what seemed to him a mile from his seat to the cashier's desk and at the last instant bumped into a waitress with a trayful of dishes.Clutched tightly in Willie's hand was thirty five cents and his check with a like amount written upon it.Amid the crash of crockery which followed the collision Willie slammed check and money upon the cashier's desk and fled.Nor did he pause until in the reassuring seclusion of a dark side-street.There Willie sank upon the curb alternately cold with fear and hot with shame, weak and panting, and into his heart entered the iron of class hatred, searing it to the core.
Fortunately for youth it recuperates rapidly from mor-tal blows, and so it was that another half hour found Willie wandering up and down Broadway but at the far end of the street from The Elite Restaurant.A mo-tion picture theater arrested his attention; and pres-ently, parting with one of his two remaining dimes, he entered.The feature of the bill was a detective melo-drama.Nothing in the world could have better suited Willie's psychic needs.It recalled his earlier feats of the day, in which he took pardonable pride, and raised him once again to a self-confidence he had not felt since be entered the ever to be hated Elite Restaurant.
The show over Willie set forth afoot for home.Along walk lay ahead of him.This in itself was bad enough; but what lay at the end of the long walk was infinitely worse, as Willie's father had warned him to return immediately after the inquest, in time for milk-ing, preferably.Before he had gone two blocks from the theater Willie had concocted at least three tales to ac-count for his tardiness, either one of which would have done credit to the imaginative powers of a Rider Hag-gard or a Jules Verne; but at the end of the third block he caught a glimpse of something which drove all thoughts of home from his mind and came but barely short of driving his mind out too.He was ap-proaching the entrance to an alley.Old trees grew in the parkway at his side.At the street corner a half block away a high flung arc swung gently from its support-ing cables, casting a fair light upon the alley's mouth, and just emerging from behind the nearer fence Willie Case saw the huge bulk of a bear.Terrified, Willie jumped behind a tree; and then, fearful lest the animal might have caught sight or scent of him he poked his head cautiously around the side of the bole just in time to see the figure of a girl come out of the alley be-hind the bear.Willie recognized her at the first glance--she was the very girl he had seen burying the dead man in the Squibbs woods.Instantly Willie Case was trans-formed again into the shrewd and death defying sleuth.
At a safe distance he followed the girl and the bear through one alley after another until they came out upon the road which leads south from Payson.He was across the road when she joined Bridge and his companions.
When they turned toward the old mill he followed them, listening close to the rotting clapboards for any chance remark which might indicate their future plans.He heard them debating the wisdom of remaining where they were for the night or moving on to another loca-tion which they had evidently decided upon but no clew to which they dropped.
"The objection to remaining here," said Bridge, "is that we can't make a fire to cook by--it would be too plainly visible from the road.""But I can no fin' road by dark," explained Giova."It bad road by day, ver' much worse by night.Beppo no come 'cross swamp by night.No, we got stay here til morning.""All right," replied Bridge, "we can eat some of this canned stuff and have our ham and coffee after we reach camp tomorrow morning, eh?""And now that we've gotten through Payson safely,"suggested The Oskaloosa Kid, "let's change back into our own clothes.This disguise makes me feel too con-spicuous."
Willie Case had heard enough.His quarry would re-main where it was over night, and a moment later Willie was racing toward Payson and a telephone as fast as his legs would carry him.
In an old brick structure a hundred yards below the mill where the lighting machinery of Payson had been installed before the days of the great central power-plant a hundred miles away four men were smoking as they lay stretched upon the floor.
"I tell you I seen him," asserted one of the party."Ifollered this Bridge guy from town to the mill.He was got up like a Gyp; but I knew him all right, all right.
This scenery of his made me tink there was something phoney doin', or I wouldn't have trailed him, an' its a good ting I done it, fer he hadn't ben there five min-utes before along comes The Kid an' a skirt and pretty soon a nudder chicken wid a calf on a string, er mebbie it was a sheep--it was pretty husky lookin' fer a sheep though.An' I sticks aroun' a minute until I hears this here Bridge guy call the first skirt 'Miss Prim.'"He ceased speaking to note the effect of his words on his hearers.They were electrical.The Sky Pilot sat up straight and slapped his thigh.Soup Face opened his mouth, letting his pipe fall out into his lap, setting fire to his ragged trousers.Dirty Eddie voiced a characteris-tic obscenity.
"So you sees," went on Columbus Blackie, "we got a chanct to get both the dame and The Kid.Two of us can take her to Oakdale an' claim the reward her old man's offerin' an' de odder two can frisk de Kid, an'--an'--."
"An' wot?" queried The Sky Pilot.
"Dere's de swamp handy," suggested Soup Face.
"I was tinkin' of de swamp," said Columbus Blackie.
"Eddie and I will return Miss Prim to her bereaved parents," interrupted The Sky Pilot."You, Blackie, and Soup Face can arrange matters with The Oskaloosa Kid.
I don't care for details.We will all meet in Toledo as soon as possible and split the swag.We ought to make a cleaning on this job, boes.""You split a mout'ful then," said Columbus Blackie.
They fell to discussing way and means.