The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1913-04-16


light Once more he clutched the butt
OF his revolver swinging at his waist.
He bent his body slightly. and even
the thought Of Edith Varney passed
from his mind. He stood ready. pow
erful. concentrated, determined, con-
fronting an almost certain enemy
with the fierce heart and envenomed
glance of the fighter at bay.
He had scarcely assumed this posi-
ton when the window was opened.
ana a man was thrust violently
through into the room. At the first
glance Thorne. as yet unseen, recog-
nized the newcomer as his elder broth
or. Henry Dumont Unlike the two
famous brothers of the parable. these
two loved each other.
Thorne's muscles relaxed. his hand
still clutched the butt of his revolver.
he was still alert, but here was not
an enemy. He began at once to faith
ON something at least Of the plan and
the purpose Of the people who had
trapped him. In q fash he perceived
that his enemies were not yet In pos
session of all the facts which would
warrant them in laying hands upon
him. He was suspected, but the ANAL
evidence upon which to turn suspicion
Into certainty was evidently lacking.
He could feel. although he could not
see them. that every door and window
had eyes solely for him. and that he
was closely watched for some false
move which would betray him. The
plan for which he had ventured 20
much was still possible: he had not
yet failed. His heart leaped in his
breast Tho clouds around his hori-
son lifted Q little. There was yet q
possibility that he could succeed. that
he could carly out his part of the cum
ninsfy devised and desperate under
taking. the series Of events of which
this night and the telegraph once
wore TO be the elimination.
A less cautious and less resource
full man might have evinced some
emotion. might have gone forward or
spoken to the newcomer, would have
It least done something to have at
tracted his attention. but save for that
relaxation Of the tension. which NO
one could BY any possibility observe.
Thorne stood motionless, silent. wait
ing: Just a. no might have stood and
waited had he been what he seemed
and the newcomer been utterly un-
known and Indifferent to him.
His brother was dressed In the blue
uniform Of the United States: like the
others It had seen good service, but
as Thorne glanced from his own
clothes to those Of his brother. the
hlrsnd - mn tO hgs S~ra a. xw.. IT,. ..<>
ing his own nag again. For . heeting
own rightful uniform himself and that
he had never put It on for anything:
but duty - not made mp Of wishes,
gratined or unqualified. and the
thought posed a. he watched tho
other man.
Henry Dumont had been thrust vio-
lently into de room By the soldiers
outside. He had been captured, -
AIvelsford had said. earlier In the
day: he had allowed himself to be
taken He had been thrust into Libby
prison with dozens of prisoners taken
In the same sortis. He had not been
searched. but then none Of the others
had been: had he been selected for
that unwonted immunity alone It
would have Awakened his suspicious,
but tho Confedsrates had made .
show Of great haste In disposing Of
their prisoners. and had promised 70
search them in the morning. There
fore Henry Dumont had retained the
paper which later he had given Jonas.
when by previous arrangement he
made his daily visit to the prison.
He had been greatly surprised. when
about q quarter to nine O'Clock q
squad Of soldiers had taken him from
the prison. had marched him hurriedly
through the streets with which he was
entirely unfamiliar. and had taken
him to the residence section Of the
city. and had halted at the back OF
. big house. He had asked no Ques-
tons. and no explanations had been
vouchsafed to him. He was more sur
prised than ever when he was taken
up to the porch. the window was
opened. and he was thrust violently
into room. so violently that he stag
gered and had some difficulty in recov-
ering his balance.
He made quick inspection Of the
room. Thorne, in the deeper shadows
at the farther end of the room was
Invisible to him. He stood motion
less save for the turning 0f hfa head