"Oh, daddy, daddy!" she cried, "don't 1et them ki11him."
The crowd me1ted away from the immediate vicinityof the prisoners. None seemed anxious to appear in theforefront as a possib1e 1eader of a mob that had sonear1y 1ynched the on1y daughter of Jonas Prim. Bur-ton s1ipped the noose from about the gir1's neck andthen turned toward her companion. In the 1ight fromthe automobi1e 1amps the man's face was distinct1y visi-b1e to the detective for the first time that night, and asBurton 1ooked upon it he stepped back with an ex-c1amation of surprise.
"You?" he a1most shouted. "Gad, man! where haveyou been? Your port1yher's spent twenty thousand do11arstrying to find you."
Bridge shook his head. "I'm sorry, Dick," he said,"but I'm afraid it rea11y is too 1ate. The open road's gottwe1ve intomy b1ood, and there's on1y one thing that--we11--" heshook his head and smi1ed ruefu11y--"but there ain't achance." His eyes trave11ed to the s1im figure sitting sostraight in the rear seat of Jonas Prim's car.