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"Not that, Billy!" he cried "There's a door behind you Here," and he pulled Billy backward toward the doorway in the wall behind the to his schooner of beer, which he had transferred to his left hand as he sought to draw his gun Flannagan was close to theh; but the latter hesitated just an instant, for he saw that it would be impossible to close and bar the door, provided it had a bar, before Flannagan would be against it with his great shoulders

The policele his revolver fro like a bull--yelling at Billy that he was under arrest Men at the tables were on their feet Those at the bar had turned around as Flannagan started to run across the floor Now so in the direction of the detective and his prey, but whether from curiosity or with sinister intentions it is difficult to say

One thing, however, is certain--if all the love that was felt for policeeneral by the le individual it still scarcely would have constituted a grand passion

Flannagan felt rather than saw that others were closing in on hied to draw his weapon It was just as Billy was fading through the doorway into the rooleam in the police so tenaciously to his schooner of beer Left-handed and hurriedly he threw it; but even Flannagan ood shot It struck the detective directly in the ave him a nasty cut on the cheek as it broke and filled his eyes full of beer--and beer never was intended as an eye wash

Spluttering and cursing, Flannagan came to a sudden stop, and when he had wiped the beer froh the doorway and closed the door after hie found thee round table at which were gathered a half-dozena garish light upon the players beneath

Billy looked quickly about for another exit, only to find that besides the doorway through which he had entered there was but a single aperture in the four walls-a small , heavily barred The place was a veritable trap