The Mena weekly star., 1916-08-17
CHAPTER XXI.
Toward Dawn.

oHu AcAi sidHtWlSe acrOSS Ile udrKneSs to the Iron door opposite He kneN that the light came from an overhana Ing lantern outside. and that beneaG sentry with fixed bayonet kept guard
 Footsteps sounded on the passage. The light still burned steadily. Morn Ing was not yet come. Nor could he hear voices or the familiar clash of oayonets. The footsteps were swift, stealthy. The jarring turn of the key In the lock sounded subdued, as though the strength of the will behind it had 1ushed sound itself. Farquhar faced about firmly. If this were death, then It came under strange guise The 1oor swung open. For an instant the light from the window spread out and mingled with the dingy reflection from he passage. then narrowed once more seaving the darkness on either hand ihe more impenetrable. "NamelessI Take these clothes Change instantly"
 "Who are you?" q will introduce myself later on Do as I tell you" A shadow moved and came out into he line of light Farquhar caught glimpse of the gaunt hard-lined face frozen now into impassiye resolution Be tossed the bundle of clothes back 3n to the floor.
 "Goetz, you fool, do you think would do it? It's useless. Pm not going to have you shot in my stead"
 "Pig-headed Engiishman. do you mink I should ask you to do anything 80 sensible? Get into these clothes If you don't want to be strangled? Name of heaven. Don Quixote, may not it oc- sur to Sancho Panza to accompany you ,n your little expedition into freedom"
 "The thing is impossible"
 But ever in tie half-light he had caught the blaze in the usually cold and arrogant eyes. It fired his blood. It was like blast of northern wind in the fetid closeness.
 "It Is not impossible. Your friends are here-your mother. There are sorses waiting fer us both outside tue Notifications. Tomorrow we shall be lz Oron. God. man--if you had seen her face when I gave your message! VIII you let that little woman break her heart over you?"
 Farquhar tore off his tunic.
 "Who has the watch?"
 Bertrand. He went over to the canteen five minutes ago. As know, he will not be back yet while. At the worst we have three minutes to spare"
 "Give me that coati"
 Neither man had raised his vo4ns above a whisper Goetz's laugh was inaudible.
 "Ah, das ewig weibliche! Are you ready"
 "Yes"
 "Then come"
 The iron door swung back smoothly Tn the neighborIng cell there was q sudden hush; as though warned by some instinct the rough voices died down into dull murmur, through which the two listeners heard other sounds-a harsh command. heavy ap- preaching footsteps. Goetz closed the door. He set his back against 1t, and in the pale light falling aslant his face Farauhar saw that he was smiling savagelv.
 q demand a hundred pardons. miscaIculated. Our friend Bertrand has deserted the bottle a minute too soon. It is scarcely credible. No doubt he intends to pay you a farewell call. Tn which case accept my profuse apologies, Nameless."
 .who goes with Bertrand on the rcundg' Farquhar asked almost with indifference.
 Harding He knows He will do all he can. Be quiet ncw-they are in the next cell"
 The drunken shouts subslded sud denly Into cowed sullen silence. They heard the sergeant's savage abuse. the jangle of keys. the clang of an iron door slammed violently to, Instantly the chorus broke out afresh.
 Farquhar came out of the shadows to the corporaPs side.
 There must be no struggle he said Tt would be quite useless. and we must keep Harding out of this"
 Yes, of course"
 You said had friends here Who?"
 "An Englishman for one, who calls himself Preston"
 What does he know"
 Everything-more than you do. Don Quixote. But wisdom invariably comes too late in this world. HushF'
 With roar of laughter the song came to an end. and in the brief lull that followed the two men listened in- tanflv Without warning Goetz