Mounted Officer Flynn
Written by LANIER BARTLETT
A Heavy Hand Outwits
a Precious Pair
Produced by FRED W. HUNTLEY
CAST
OFFICER FLYNN Joe King: FIRST FOREIGN SPY Henry Otto
MRS. FLYNN Mafcel Van Buren SECOND FOREIGN SPY. . .Chas. Whltaker
U. S. SECRET SERVICE OPERATIVE.. SECRETARY OF WAR W. K. Brown
W. Elmer
SECRET SERVICE operative is entrusted i
utmost importance, that he is to deliver in
i have an inkling of thei
e until the last moment as the plans are about
happens in and hears just enough of the reported loss
ural detective. He clatters away down the street and 01
dark beat with all of his senses tingling with the
passing an unoccupied cottage when his suspicions
inating the window, like the flash of a match,
the window. He surmises the two
ith plans by the U. S. War Department of the
a Pacific Coast city. Spies of a neighboring
' it their opportunity to seize them does
be delivered. Mounted Officer Flynn
form the quick conclusion of the nat-
nto the lonely suburbs over his long
of something imminent. He is
aroused by a light momentarily illum-
rie dismounts, ties his horse and creeps up to
en ne sees inside are the spies who have halted for a rest
before sneaking on over the Border. They are nervous and alert and his discovery is coincident
with theirs. The man with the plans makes his way out of the rear window—the one with the
gun waits at the door ready to give the butt any one entering. When the light goes out Flynn
jumps for the door and with the skill of a "half-back" splinters it from a shoulder shove.
The man inside hits the officers' wrist, sending his pistol flying and tries to club him with his
own weapon. In the struggle that followed all the fighting blood is up in Flynn, and he drags
the armed man out into the yard, and the pair wrestle desperately on the brink of a well—with
a mighty wrench he throws the weapon of the spy into the well and sends the owner after it.
The spy who escaped with the plans has a good start, Flynn flings himself automatically
into his saddle and starts on the race for the Border. The man in front is desperate, well mounted
and armed; the mounted officer gains breath as he races along, is unarmed,
but unafraid. The spy turns in his saddle and fires. Flynn ducks down and
lies along the neck of his horse, Indian fashion—and rapidly coils the riata
that touches his thigh on the saddle. The bullets hum over him like angry
bees—closer and closer draw the riders. Suddenly Flynn rises in his stirrups and throws his riata. He gets a plug in the left shoulder, but the
flying noose settles about the man ahead. The noose tightens and pinions
the arms of the spy to his sides. Flynn closes up alongside, twists the
smoking revolver from his hand, stuffs it in his own empty holster and
drags the documents from the tussed-up spy. He brings the Government
back its own and more—he wins a Congressional medal and only says he
merely worked along the line of duty.
Henry
Otto
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