The Arvada enterprise., 1914-04-23

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sufficiently hid as to be unobserved
except by careful scrutiny in the dim
hght. Once more he clutched the butt
or his revolver swinging at his waist.
lie 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.
and man was thrust violently
through into the room. At the first
glance Thorne, as yet unseen. recog-
nized the newcomer as his elder broth
er. 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
tho purpose OF the people who had
trapped him In a flash 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 final
! 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 80
much was still possible; he had not
yet failed. His heart leaped in his
breast. The clouds around his hori-
zon lifted little. There was yet a
possibility that he could succeed. that
he could carry out his part Of the cum
| ningly devised and desperate under
taking, the series OF events OF which
this night and the telegraph office
were to be the elimination.
A less cautious and a less resource
ful man might have evinced some
emotion, might have gone forward or
spoken to the newcomer. would have
at 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 as he might have stood and
waited had he been what he seemed
and the newcomer been utterly un-
known and Indifferent to him.
Henry Dumont had been thrust vio-
lently into the room by the soldiers
outside. He had been captured, as
Arrelsford 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 sortie. 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 the Confederates had made
show of great haste in disposing OF
their prisoners, and had promised to
| 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 quarter to nine o'clock a
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
a big house. He had asked no ques-
lions. 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 a room, so violently that he stag
gered and had some difficulty In recov.
I, 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 of his head
as he looked around him. He moved
few steps toward the end OF the
room. opposite his entrance, passed
| by the far door opening into the back
hall which was covered with portieres,
and went swiftly toward the near door
|
| slightly ajar, and as he came within
range of the opening he saw In the
shadows of the hall, crossed bayonets
and men. No escape that way!
He went on past the door toward
the large windows at the front OF the
house and in another moment would
have been Mt the front window where
Thorne stood. The latter dropped
the curtain and stepped out into the
room.
For the thousandth part OF second
the two brothers stared at each other,
and then, in hercely intense voice.
Thorne, playing his part, desperately
called out:
Halt! You are a prisoner"
Both brothers were quick witted,
both knew that they were under the
closest observation, both realized that
they were expected to betray relation