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into each other's eyes. Then
Webb paled and ran. O'Connor
Block after block the chase
went on until finally Webb dodg
ed into Calumet avenue.
There O'Connor climbed into a
cement wagon, and told the
driver to whip up his horses and
get alongside Webb.
The cement wagon rocked with
the speed of the lashed horses.
O'Connor hid in the bottom of
the wagon. Webb, his tongue
hanging out, his eyes protruding,
At Forty-sixth street, Webb
stopped and looked back. He
could see no sign of O'Connor.
Then the cement wagon drove up.
(.-'"Connor got to his feet with
Throw up your hands, Bob
by," he said.
"Hello, Mr. Copper," said
Webb, and put up his hands.
O'Connor realized the difficulty
he was going to have in climbing
from the wagon and keeping
Webb covered at the same time.
Webb realized it too and grinned.
O'Connor began to get down
slowly. The hunter and the
hunted gazed into each other's
eyes. Webb was smiling; O'Con
nor's face was set in grim, de
The expected happened. O'Con
nor had to lower his gun for an
instant. Webb flashed out his re
volver at that instant and began
O'Connor did not stop. Neither
did he use his own revolver.
There wer women within range ,
and he would not run the chance
of striking one of them.
Webb emptied his revolver at
the detective, missing all. the
shots, and then turned and ran
north on Calumet to Forty-sixth
street. O'Connor followed.
Webb turned West in Forty
sixth, north again in the alley un
der the elevated, and from there
into the dark basement passage
way under 4547 Calumet avenue.
O'Connor's partner, Egan, was
far behind. Patrolman Courtney,
who had heard the firing, was too
far distant to help. But O'Connor
did not hesitate. He plunged in:
to the dark passageway after the
Webb had stumbled and fallen.
His gun had dropped to the
ground. He was reaching for it
when O'Connor pounced on him.
In his hand were six cartridges.
He had intended to reload and
die fighting in the basement.
O'Connor grabbed the ex
hausted boy bandit by the throat.
Webb tried to wrestle with him.
Courtney and Egan came run
"This is my prisoner," shouted
Courtney. "I've been chasing
him. And, besides, he's in Cap
tain Lavin's district."
"Who's your friend," said
Webb to O'Connor.
"Fat chance you have of get
ting this fellow," said O'Connor.
"We've been trailing him and
chasing him for hours."
Courtney started to argue.
Some of the language used was
not of the sort used in our best
drawing rooms. A crowd gath-