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mistaking that sound, and the signal
is never given except in desperate
r Hogan spun, around and began run
ning along the avenue toward his fel
low patrolman. At the further end
was a gathering mob of men. Hogan
reached the outskirts of the crowd
and began to force his way though.
"What is it?" he bellowed.
"Man murdered his wife! Crazed
" with dope!" he heard somebody say,
and pushed to the open door of the
Upon the -bottom step James lay.
There was a bulled wpund somewhere
in his body, and lie was drenched
with blood. And atythe top stood the
drug-crazed madman, brandishing
his revolver and shouting defiance to
all who dared to try to take him.
Hogan did not pause just an in
stant." He did not pause at all. That
is not the way of the polce. Up the
stairs he ran, three at a time, and as
he reached the middle of the flight he
felt an odd twinge in his leg and
heard the crack of the revolver. An
other bullet spun past his shoulder.
Hogan felt that sudden twinge in
his right arm this time. The night
stick dropped from his hand and he
caught it in hjs left.
Another bound and he was upon
the madman, who was fighting like a
fury. He swung the empty revolver
down upon Hogan's head with a thud
that felled the patrolman to the floor.
Then, with a yell, the .maniac had
darted up the stairs.
Hogan looked down. He Baw the
frightened mob around the door. He
tried to-rise, but hislmdjs failed him,
- and he lay there, wondering whether
he was paralyzed and why he couldn't
get on his feet.
A yell "broke ffom a thousand
throats below. 'He's fired the
A thin, whisp of smoke crept down
the stairs. Then a fiery tongue'-fte-gan.
to lick the wall above him, and
Hogan could hear the madman yell
ing asiie watched the conflagration.
Below him he saw James huddled up
at the foot of the stairs. ,
The sight of him seemedto give
Hogan new vigor. He got on- his
feet and began ascending the stairs.
As he went up he- found that he had
unconsci6usIy picked up his night
stick. He never knew how he reached the
upper floor. But when he got there
the mad man was too busy to notice,
him, for he was standing over a wo-4
man's body and chuckling as h,ev
watched the spreading flames. With!
his last reserve strength Hogan leap
ed the man and brought the night
stick down upon his head. He fell
like a stricken ox.
Hogan picked up the body of the
woman and staggered down- the
stairs with her. He saw that she was
still living. The bullet had only
pierced her arm, but she was as un
conscious as though the blow which
Hogan dealt had fallen on her own
A roar of cheering greeted him as
he carried the woman out Into' the
street Men flocked around him and
tried to grasp his hand. But Hogan
turned and made his way slowly
back into the burning building. They -tried
to stop him. He pushed them
Up, up he went, through drifting
clouds of smoke and scorching fire.
Now he was on the upper floor again
and had picked up he body, of the
drug-crazed man. He swunghim in
his arms,, but the weight was too
heavy and Hogan pulled him down
the stairs after him, wrapped in his
The smoke filled his nostrils and
Hogan dared not breathe, because
as all fire-fighters know, an inhala
tion of flames consumes the body
within, and kills more swiftly than a
bullet in the brain. He held iis
breath and he pulled the madman
through that Gehenna of fire.
Down, down and the breath came;
from his lungs; and Hogan drew in.
one gasp-of fresh, life-giving air. H
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