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Springing to the side of the still sleeping girl, Dyke lifted her in his arms and strode to the door. Quickly he slipped the rude bolt and grasped the latch. It refused to yield. The door was firmly secured on the outside. For one instant, Dyke Darrel was paralyzed. It was for a moment only, however. He shook the door furiously, blinded by smoke, and almost strangled by hot air.
"There are Leblanc's wife and daughter." "Ah, where are they? There be many would like to know." The young man thought a moment. "Well, Tunk Hosely, there at Mrs. Vaughn's." "Tunk Hosely!" exclaimed the tinker, with a look that seemed to say, "God save the mark! An' would they believe him, think?" Trove began to look troubled as Darrel left him.
Then the young man turned on his heel and abruptly left the room. Just as the shades of night were falling Watson Wilks peered into the saloon and restaurant where he had parted from Dyke Darrel earlier in the day. He saw nothing of the detective. "It is time he was here," muttered the young man. "Dyke Darrel is generally prompt in filling engagements." "Always prompt, MARTIN SKIDWAY!"
"Do you mean to say that you are guilty of this crime?" the attorney asked. "I am guilty and ready for punishment," Darrel answered. "Now, discharge the boy." "To-morrow," said the attorney. "That is for the court to do." Darrel went to Trove, who now sat weeping, his face upon his hands. "Oh the great river o' tears!" said Darrel, touching the boy's head.
What was it that had caught the eye of Dyke Darrel, to cause such terrible emotion? He had indeed made a discovery. A close examination of the finger-marks showed a white circle, centered with a ragged dot of blood near the knuckle; this had undoubtedly been caused by a wart on the hand of the assassin.
When in the vicinity of where he believed the man had left the train, Darrel's quick eye caught sight of a group of men standing under a shed, on the further side of a distant field. "There is some cause of excitement over yonder," remarked Dyke Darrel, as he drew rein, and pointed with his whip. "It seems to mean something," admitted Elliston. "I propose to investigate."
One evening of his first week at Hillsborough that term, Darrel came to sit with him a while. "An' what are these?" said the tinker, at length, his hand upon the shot and iron. "I do not know." "Dear boy," said Darrel, "they're from the kit of a burglar, an' how came they here?" "I took them from Louis Leblanc," said the young man, who then told of his adventure that night.
On the following day, in company with another minister, they renewed the services and were able to expel six of the seven spirits. On the third day they stormed and took the last citadel of Satan. Unhappily the capture was not permanent. Darrel tells us himself that the woman later became a Papist and the evil spirit returned.
"Well, God be praised!" said Darrel, when Trove had finished reading the story; "Brooke was unable to foreclose that day, an' the next was Sunday, an' bright an' early on Monday morning I paid the debt." "Mrs. Vaughn has a daughter," said Trove, blushing. "Ay; an' she hath a pretty redness in her lip," said Darrel, quickly, "an' a merry flash in her eye. Thou hast yet far to go, boy.
"The innocent shall have no fear," said he. "Until then I had kept the commandment." There was a little time of silence. "If you watch a coward, you'll see a most unhappy creature." It was Trove who spoke. "Darrel said once, 'A coward is the prey of all evil and the mark of thunderbolts." "I'll not admit you're a coward," were the words of Polly.
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