Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 November 1939 — Page 23

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By JERRY BRONDFIELD

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOAN JOHNSON—a mysterious co-ed, glamour girl of the Tech campus, KEITH RHODES—Tech's star halfback, headed for All-America honors. DAN WEBBER—the blocking back who

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YESTERDAY: Rocco reports ransom negotiations are well under way. A football fan, he has bet $1000 on Tech to win Saturday. He tells his pals that Webber is the power in Tech's offense, ‘but kis enthusiasm fades when he discovers Dan is his prisoner. He wants to turn Webber loose. : CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE DAN’S HEART leaped. It was a wild hope at best, but he had Rocco pretty well sized up. Rocco was a, big-time football gambler. And having the winner meant just as much as pocketing the money with him. Joan sensed what Dan-” was thinking. “Maybe . . . ?” she whispered. y But'iBig Ed, his eyes closing narrowly, started in to spike their chances. “Rocco, sometimes you ain't as smart as you'd have folks believe. Now, ‘for instance. You want for us to spring this kid clear just 50's he can go out and kick a little ball around.” Big Ed's lip curled. “We ain’ fiddling around with your lousy one grand when we've got 50 at stake. We can't take any chances , . . SO just forget it.” : “Buf, Ed-. . , what can we lose? ».« He sain’t , . J” But Rocco took another look at Big Ed. What he saw made him shut up. He shrugged, then walked over to Dan, hands in his pockets. “Think your guys got a chance without you?” Dan looked him squarely in the face. “Sure, they have a chance, but that's about all. They'd have to shake Rhodes loose once or

Aaaagh! And who's gonna do that? As far as I'm concerned that guy can’t run from here to there without you or Galjagher cleaning 'em out.” Dan threw back his head and laughed heartily. “Forgive my mirth,” he replied, a grin decorating his face, “but honest, I could almost enjoy this.” Rocco turned to Ed. “I'm gonna gee if Alex can cover my dough when T call again tomorrow.” Ed grunted. “Hedge your head off if you wanna, but you ain’t springing this kid.” He and Sam resumed their casino game after supper, playing

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steadily. Rocco sat hunched in a chair and glanced idly through a| magazine. Every once in a while one of them would take a look at| Joan and Dan. Dan nudged her. “Say, what was| your idea in getting so chummy be- | fore. Helping with the supper; I mean?” “Might as well be friendly,” she| whispered. “That'll keep ’em re-| laxed. Never can tell when we| might get our chance. They are giving us a lot of freedom, you know. ‘ - They locked Joan in her room that night and ordered Dan. upstairs into the garret. Its single window also was boarded securely. Escape -for either of them seemed impossible.

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structions. “Sam’ll take you to the|E :

city limtis only. Take a cab in from there. Meet him at the same spot at 4. Call Alex, but don’t go near that campus . . . can't tell who might have taken a good gander at us down there.” Rocco nodded briefly and he and Bam went out. : “You kids stay in your rooms until Sam gets back,” Ed growled. Sam and Rocco returned just before 6. “What's up?” Big Ed in-| uired. | “They're still runnin’ around like | a bunch of headless chickens,” Rocco. reported. “Theyre actually bumpin’ into each other. Here, take a look at this.” He. tossed a paper to Bid Ed. “Th’ old man’s in town » . » he's puttin’ up a $10,000 reward and raisin’ all kinds of hell in general.” “Let ‘im raise,” Ed grunted. “What gid Alex have to say?” “Alex thinks the old man will come through . .. figures hell hold out to the last minute and phone New" York for his guys to leave the dough. Whaddya think, Ed. Alex usually figures things out okay, don’t he?” “We ain’t missed yet.” : He turned to Joan. “Maybe jou want to play cook again, sister?” Joan managed: to smile. “Sure,” she offered brightly. “Got any arsenic handy. I like a lot of seasoning.” . 2 » ” SHE BUSIED herself for the next half hour, helping Sam once again with the meal. “Ever peel potatoes?” he asked her, shoving a bagful at her. “You can try it now, if you ain’t.” He watched-her in apparent disgust for a couple of minutes as she sliced off thick shells. “That ‘ain't no way to peel potatoes,” he said. “%Here . . . open these beans.” She looked up and saw Dan faughing at her, silently. She might have resented it a short while ago, but she grinned goodnaturedly in reply. When they were through eating

per. 1 Ed tossed it over. The story was splashed all over the front page and they read it to-

gether. Suddenly Dan looked up from the paper, - regarding, Joan queerly.

“What's all this . . .? Millionaire heiress . . . daughter of J. G. Johnson . . . poweriul eastern utilities magnate . . 24 He shook His head, bewildered. «Is this . . .” he tapped the paper. ¢Js. this . . . true? You mean you're an heiress to all this?” “What difference does it make?” she asked softly. He put the paper down and stared - gcross the room.

«What does it mean?” he echoed. |"

«It . . . it doesn’t really make any difference now,” he replied slowly. ~¢Not & bit.” * But she knew what he meant and there was a funny feeling in her throat. ' Everything came to her with a rush and she knew in an instant of panic that, somehow, she would ‘have to make him change his mind. © °° She knew then that she was in love with him.

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