CHAPTER XXIII
THE HERO OF THE BRIDGE
OLSEN leaped in through the opening, kicking the pieces of the wrecked door that interfered with his passage from his path.
Bob darted by him. They ran into the front room, which, in this instance, was the parlor, but found it vacant. Next Jarvis dived into the dining room.
Allison, a heavy-jowled, powerful man, was standing at bay behind the dining-room table. His family were nowhere in sight. The place was squalid and poverty was in evidence everywhere.
"We are looking for Steve Rush. Where is he?" announced Bob.
"Get out of my house! I'll have you both sent to jail, you scoundrels!" raged Allison.
"I tell you, Rush came to your house last night, and he has not been seen since. We want him; we want him quick! It will be the worse for you if you don't produce him or tell us where we shall find him."