The click, click of Glenister's Winchester sounded through the room while the sweat stood out on him. He wondered if he could do this deed, if he could really fire on these people. He wondered if his muscles would not wither and paralyze before they obeyed his command. Helen crowded past him and, leaning half out of the opening, called loudly, her voice ringing clear and true: "Wait!

"No; it's too late to get aboard the last tender is on its way back," they informed him. "If you want to go to the 'outside' you'll have to wait for the fleet. That only means another week, and there she blows now." A ribbon of white mingled with the velvet from the steamer's funnel and there came a slow, throbbing, farewell blast. Glenister's jaw clicked and squared. "Quick!

After lying in wait during the long night, certain that the Vigilantes would spring his trap, McNamara was astounded at news of the battle at the Midas and of Glenister's success. He stormed and cursed his men as cowards. The Judge became greatly exercised over this new development, which, coupled with his night of long anxiety, reduced him to a pitiful hysteria. "They'll blow us up next.

The man by Glenister's side shouted curses thickly, and walked towards his prostrate enemy, firing at every step. The wounded man rolled to his side, and, raising himself on his elbow, shot twice, so rapidly that the reports blended but without checking his antagonist's approach.

It is in these involuntary sounds that the voice retains its natural quality more distinctly even than in speaking, A strange eagerness grew in Glenister's face and he approached the partition stealthily. It was of wood and glass, the panes clouded and opaque to a height of some six feet; but stepping upon a chair he peered into the room beyond.

Strengthened by Glenister's note, Helen went straight to the other woman and this time was not kept waiting nor greeted with sneers, but found Cherry cloaked in a shy dignity, which she clasped tightly about herself. Under her visitor's incoherence she lost her diffidence, however, and, when Helen had finished, remarked, with decision: "Don't go with him. He's a bad man."

"Looking for another party." Nevertheless, his eyes had covered every inch of them noted the drawn curtains and the breathless poise of the woman while his ears had caught part of Glenister's speech. "You won't marry her," said Cherry, quietly. "I don't know who she is, but I won't let you marry her." She rose and smoothed her skirts. "It's time nice people were going now."

"Am I game?" Glenister's nostrils dilated and his voice rose a tone. "Am I game? I'm with you till the big cash-in, and Lord have mercy on any man that blocks our game to-night." "We'll need another hand to help us," said Dextry. "Who can we get?"

Those men were warned." "Nobody came near Glenister's house except Miss Chester," the man replied. "What?" "The Judge's niece. We caught her by mistake in the dark." Later, one of the men who had been with Voorhees at the Northern asked to see the receiver and told him: "The chief won't believe that I saw Miss Chester in the dance-hall last night, but she was there with Glenister.

By now McNamara's arm was bent and cramped upon his back, and then they saw Glenister's shoulder dip, his elbow come closer to his side, and his body heave in one final terrific effort as though pushing a heavy weight. In the silence something snapped like a stick. There came a deafening report and the scream of a strong man overcome with agony.