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"And I tell you I don't believe a word you say. You

double-crossed me before and you will again if you get a chance.

I'll not let you out of my sight."

"Don't be a fool, Nick. How can I help you if I can't move around

to make the arrangements for running you across the line?"

"And what guarantee have I got you ain't making arrangements to

have me scragged? Think I'm forgetting Saturday night?"

The girl in the blackness without the candle-shine moved

slightly.

"What's that?" asked Dunke, startled.

"What's what?"

"That noise. Some one moved."

Dunke's revolver came swiftly from his pocket.

"I reckon it must a-been the girl."

"What girl? Miss Kinney?"

Dunke's hard eyes fastened on the other like steel augers.

Margaret came forward and took wraithlike shape.

"I want you to take me to Mrs. Collins, Mr. Dunke," she said.

The steel probes shifted from Struve to her.

"What did you hear, Miss Kinney? This man is a storehouse of

lies. I let him run on to see how far he would go."