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"Ah," he continued in his deep undertone, "that will be joy." Ever since the arrival of Rosenblatt in the country he had been under surveillance of one of these two old Nihilists, walking, though he knew it not, side by side with death. To Malkarski fell the task of keeping within sight and sound of Rosenblatt during the following day.
The wretched man thrust his head far out of the window, shrieking, "Help! Help! Murder! Help!" "Listen, you dog!" cried Malkarski, his voice ringing down through the ravine, "your doom has come at last. All your crimes, your treacheries, your bloody cruelties are now to be visited upon you. Ha! scream! pray! but no power in earth can save you. Aha! for this joy I have waited long!
"They are both like mad dogs, and they will bite." "Ha!" cried Malkarski with sudden vehemence, "if we could strike at once, now! To-night!" His voice rose in a cry, "Ah, if it were to-night! But patience," he muttered. "Ah, God! how long?" "Not long, my brother, surely," said Portnoff. "No, not long," answered Malkarski. "Let them go away from the mine, away from these people.
See, I now light this train. In one moment you will be in hell." He deliberately struck a match. A slight puff of wind blew it out. Once more he struck a match. A cry broke forth from Kalman. "Stop! stop! Malkarski, do not commit this crime!" "What is he doing?" said the Sergeant, pulling his pistol. "He is going to blow the man up!" groaned Kalman. The Sergeant levelled his pistol.
I hear cries of women and children. I fall asleep and feel my fingers in his throat. I wake and find them empty!" "Aha! I too," growled Malkarski. "But patience, patience, brother!" "Malkarski," cried Portnoff, pausing in his walk, "I have suffered through this man in my country, in my people, in my family, in my heart!" "Aha!" ejaculated old Malkarski with fierce emphasis, "have you?
"Malkarski," he cried, "you are asking too much. This delay is becoming impossible to me." "My brother," said Malkarski, "you have waited long. There must be no mistake in this matter. The work must be thoroughly done, so let us be patient. And meantime," he continued with a laugh, "he is having suffering enough. The loss of this mine is like a knife thrust in his heart.
Knowing French's easy-going methods of doing business, he knew it to be quite possible. French was still away in his tie camp. Kalman was ten miles off at the mine. It was too great a chance to take. "Throw the saddle on my horse, Portnoff," he cried. "I must ride to the Fort." "It would be good to kill this man," said old Malkarski quietly. "What are you saying?" cried Brown in horror.
He had the impudence to propose the dog! alliance with the young lady Irma. Bah!" he spat upon the ground. "And French very properly kicked him out of his house and gave him one minute to remove himself out of gun range. There was quick running," added old Malkarski with a grim smile. "But he is a cur. I wipe him out of my mind." "We must keep close watch these days," said Portnoff.
Under the stimulus of the potent liquid, Malkarski was able in a few minutes between his gasps to tell his story. Concealed by a lumber pile behind Rosenblatt's shack, with his ear close to a crack between the logs, he had heard the details of the plot. In the cross tunnel at the back of the cave bags of gunpowder and dynamite were to be hidden.
It would be wise," he continued, "to carry your information to Kalman at once." "It shall be done to-night," said Malkarski in a deep voice. "It is important. Portnoff will go." Portnoff agreed. The following morning brought Kalman to Wakota. The arrival of Rosenblatt in the country had changed for him the face of heaven and earth.
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