Jack struggled to his feet despite the protests of Nellie and Nick. He saw old man Beth lying on a stretcher ready to be placed in a car. Beth reached out his hand. He tried to speak, but no words came.
A man came hurrying across the transfer pier from the office. He came straight to Beth.
“Hinton’s killed,” he said. “Just got the phone message from the fire warden. He’d been chasing him. His roadster went off the highway, turned over. Had a case of fire bombs in the back. Some of them exploded—burned up the car—Hinton was caught underneath.”
“The mills of the gods,” said old man Beth in a hushed voice, his fingers tightening on Jack’s hand.
THE END
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the October 20, 1928 issue of Argosy All-Story Weekly magazine.