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"I guess we're all right now," he gasped, as we turned again to the west, "but we'd best keep to the middle of the street." And a little later we were in sight of the house of mystery which fronted, forbidding and gloomy as ever, on Montgomery Street. "Where's Barkhouse?" I asked of Trent, who was on guard. "He hasn't come in, sir.
"There were more than three left in the gang." "If there had been more of us, you'd never have got in," growled one of the prisoners. "Where's Barkhouse?" I asked. "Find him!" was the defiant reply. We began the search, opening one room after another. Some were sleeping-rooms, some the meeting-rooms, while the one we had first entered appeared to be the guard-room. "Hello!
"Is Barkhouse here?" "Yes, sir. An' here's Wilson with a message for you." "A message for me! From whom?" Wilson took me aside, and thrust an envelope into my hand. "That come to your room about nine o'clock, I reckon," he said. "Leastways, that's the first we saw of it. An' Mother Borton was there, an' she says she must see you to-night, sure.
There was a volley of curses, oaths mingled with sounds that reminded me of nothing so much as a spitting cat, and a familiar voice screamed in almost inarticulate rage: "Let me go, damn ye, or I'll knife ye!" "Good heavens!" I cried. "Let her go, Barkhouse. It's Mother Borton." Mother Borton freed herself with a vicious shake, and called down the wrath of Heaven and hell on the stalwart guard.
"Dicky Nahl was along here, and he said Terrill and Meeker and the other gang was holding a powwow at Borton's, and we'd best look out for surprises." "Was that all?" "Well, he said he guessed there was a new deal on hand, and they was a- buzzin' like a nest of hornets. It was hornets, wasn't it, Bob?" "Hornets was what he said," repeated Barkhouse stolidly. "Where's Dicky now?" I asked.
You, Wainwright, were to follow Tom Terrill. I saw Terrill just now in a gang of Chinese, and you turn up on the other side of a barred door." Porter and Barkhouse looked sheepish enough, but Wainwright protested: "I was following Terrill when he gets into a gang of highbinders, and goes into one of these rooms over here a ways.
Take Brown and Porter and Barkhouse and Fitzhugh. They're wide-awake, and don't talk much. Take 'em two and two, and never go without 'em, night or day. You stop here to-night, and I'll git 'em for you to-morrow." I declined the proffered hospitality with thanks, and as a compromise agreed to call for my bodyguard in the early morning.
But the iron-bound beams and heavy lock had been built to resist police raids, and the door came down with difficulty. At last it was shaking and yielding, and almost as Luella spoke it swayed, bent apart, and broke with a crash, and with a babel of shouts Corson, Porter, Barkhouse and Wainwright, with two more policemen, poured through the opening.
But as we stumbled up the stairway the apprehensions of Dicky Nahl came strong upon me, and I looked ahead to the murky halls, and glanced at every doorway, as though I expected an ambush. Porter and Barkhouse marched stolidly along, showing little disposition to talk. "What's that?" I exclaimed, stopping to listen.
"I ain't good at guessing," said Porter, "and Bob's nothing at all at it." "Well," said I, "we had better go down to Borton's and look into this matter." There was silence for a time. My guards walked beside me without speaking, but I felt the protest in their manner. At last Barkhouse said respectfully: "There's no use to do that, sir.
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