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Then above the portrait of the Duchess of Berry there are at the left the arms of Scotland and France, and at the right those of France and the Two Sicilies, and above the portrait of the Duke of Chartres at the left the arms of France, at the right the ducal blazon of Orleans. Here are the names of the twenty-two persons who figure in the album of M. Eugene Lamy, with the personages represented:
On the third day a despatch came from Frederic Cullen telling his father he would join us at Lamy on No. 8 that evening. I at once ordered 97 and 218 coupled to the connecting train, and in an hour we were back on the main line. While waiting for the overland to arrive, Mr.
There was an exclamation from the sheriff and the sound of moving feet suddenly was stilled. "Is there any one in the cellar?" the sheriff called. Silence with Lamy pressing Rathburn's knee with a hand, and Rathburn smiling that queer, grim smile which conveyed so much, yet nothing which was tangible. "Get around here, you fellows," they heard the sheriff order.
More than once he glared malevolently at the sleeping Lamy; then the troubled look would come again to his eyes and he would resume his pacing, muttering to himself, staring into the blue veil of the night. Once he sat down and removed his right boot and sock in the darkness; shortly afterward he again began his pacing.
"I thought it might be better if we if we didn't both hide in the same place," whispered Lamy. "Then they'd only get one of us, an' whichever it was they'd think he was the one they wanted, see?" He appeared excited. Rathburn's eyes narrowed. His right hand darted to his gun in a flash, and the muzzle of the weapon was pressed into Lamy's ribs. "Get down there!" commanded Rathburn. "Get down."
"I believe he left his horse somewheres an' made that fellow Lamy take him to the house thinking he could get something to eat there, and that they wouldn't be so likely to be seen in the open on foot. You got to remember that man's more or less clever."
Nor did he think Lamy had forgotten that he, Rathburn, had pointed out that he could prove he didn't rob the place in Dry Lake. "You're sure?" the sheriff asked again. "Why, yes," replied the girl. "I am sure." "Maybe she can get us some breakfast," said Brown hopefully. "Can you feed five men, ma'am?" asked the sheriff in a softer tone.
Rathburn's face went white, and his eyes shot fire as he listened to the sheriff's cruel laugh in which the others in the room above now joined. Lamy signaled that he wished to whisper in his ear, and Rathburn bent his head, although he kept the gun handy. "I'm not goin' to risk shootin' anybody if we should be found or cornered," Lamy whispered. "I thought you ought to know "
After a short interval, five more shots were heard, and Rathburn grinned as he realized that the jailer had fired the remaining bullets in his own and the sheriff's guns. He heard men running down the street. So he hurried up street behind the buildings until he reached the rear of the large resort, which was the place Lamy had held up.
Rathburn still held his gun in his hand. Both had forgotten the food which Lamy had in his lap. "Say," whispered Lamy. "What was your idea in givin' me back my gun?" He moved closer to get the reply. "Shut up!" said Rathburn, cocking an ear toward the trapdoor. The sound of footsteps now was in the kitchen. They heard horses snorting and men dismounting at the front door.
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