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Updated: May 22, 2025
She had reached the entrance to the sheriff's office, and placed her hand on the knob, when the man sprang quickly to her side and seized her arm. She uttered a startled cry and pushed open the door. "One moment, Rose!" cried the man, hoarsely. He snatched the hat from his head and bent his face close hers. The girl uttered a great cry. "Great Heaven, you here, August Bordine!"
Sile Keene seemed to think his companion was about to make a full confession, for he almost stopped in his walk to stare at the face of Bordine. "I was connected with it, as you will remember. Sometimes I blame myself for not remaining until her brother returned, and not giving that tramp the opportunity he desired," said Bordine, in a solemn voice.
I have been burning to see you and have it out," said the man in a trembling voice; then, with a quick movement he removed a wig and revealed a young and pleasant face. Rose recoiled. "August Bordine!" He stood before her with outstretched hands and pleading eyes. It was hard for her to resist that look, yet she viewed him coldly, and refused to look in his face.
The name of the guilty man is August Bordine, a surveyor and civil engineer, who it seems was a somewhat frequent visitor at the home of the Vanes, and report says that he won the girl's heart, and promised to make her his wife. At the same time his guilty connection with another woman in this city prevented his keeping faith with the Vane girl.
August Bordine stood handcuffed and a prisoner, his face the picture of utter astoundment. It was too dark, however, for the detective to note the look on the face of the young engineer. "I hope you will go with me peaceably," uttered Keene, as he clutched the arm of his prisoner to lead him away. "Mr. Keene, this is astounding.
The hunter refused to touch the dirty paw extended toward him. "Won't you shake?" "No. You have made a mistake. I am not Andrew Barkswell." "Not Andrew Barkswell?" "No." "Who then?" "My name is August Bordine." "Lord, is that so?" cried Jounce with a grin. "Didn't you just come from the man I knifed down yonder?" "Certainly, and you'll have that to answer for." "Will he die?" "I expect so."
All eyes were fixed on the speaker, who adjusted the black patch on his blind eye, and spoke with the vigor of a man who knew that he was right. "Yes," put in Ransom Vane, "there has been a great mistake. This man," pointing to Barkswell, "is the outlaw, and by confounding him with Mr. Bordine an innocent man has been deeply wronged." "It is false "
He is determined that his sister's murderer shall be brought to justice." "That is right of course." "Yes, but the evidence points strongly to you. I think, with a speedy trial, you could be convicted, I vow I do, Mr. Bordine. Dare you go back and risk it?" "I am innocent " "True, but you seem guilty. The girl, they say, was stabbed " "Yes, with a small dirk." "Exactly," with a start.
I bunk out of doors these warm nights, and don't feel afraid with Tige for a companion." "I should imagine not. That dog is a noble fellow." "Noble! Well, he's the next thing to human, Mr. Bordine. Somebody poisoned his mate, so't I have to foot it where once I rode in my carriage. If your anyways hungry, mister, I can give you grub enough such as 'tis."
But what could they possibly want in her house? All the money for the past year's earnings, save what was needed for necessary expenses, was snugly in the bank. Slowly and cautiously the sash slid upward. Mrs. Bordine came to her feet, and stood chilled with an awful fear in the centre of the room. Crash! A heavy body fell to the floor directly under the window-sill.
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