at last, half-conscious, she was
dragged within his tent.
Rokoff's boy had lighted the Russian's lamp, and now at a word from his
master he made himself scarce. Jane had sunk to the floor in the
middle of the enclosure. Slowly her numbed senses were returning to
her and she was commencing to think very fast indeed. Quickly her eyes
ran round the interior of the tent, taking in every detail of its
equipment and contents.
Now the Russian was lifting her to her feet and attempting to drag her
to the camp cot that stood at one side of the tent. At his belt hung
a heavy revolver. Jane Clayton's eyes riveted themselves upon it. Her
palm itched to grasp the huge butt. She feigned again to swoon, but
through her half-closed lids she waited her opportunity.
It came just as Rokoff was lifting her upon the cot. A noise at the
tent door behind him brought his head quickly about and away from the
girl. The butt of the gun was not an inch from her hand. With a
single, lightning-like move she snatched the weapon from its holster,
and at the same instant Rokoff turned back toward her, realizing his
She did not dare fire for fear the shot would bring his people about
him, and with Rokoff dead she would fall into hands no better than his
and to a fate probably even worse than he alone could have imagined.
The memory of the two brutes who stood and laughed as Rokoff struck her
was still vivid.
As the rage and fear-filled countenance of the Slav turned toward her
Jane Clayton raised the heavy revolver high above the pasty face and
with all her strength dealt the man a terrific blow between the eyes.
Without a sound he sank, limp and unconscious, to the ground. A
moment later the girl stood beside him--for a moment at least free from
the menace of his lust.
Outside the tent she again heard the noise that had distracted Rokoff's
attention. What it was she did not know, but, fearing the return of
the servant and the discovery of her deed, she stepped quickly to the
camp table upon which burned the oil lamp and extinguished the smudgy,
In the total darkness of the interior she paused for a moment to
collect her wits and plan for the next step in her venture for freedom.
About her was a camp of enemies. Beyond these foes a black wilderness
Prim's boudoir, the chaste elegance of Jonas Prim's bed-room with all the possibilities of forgotten wallets and negotiable papers, setting his course straight for the apartments of Abigail Prim, the spinster daughter of the First National Bank of Oakdale.Page 15
For years he had been the hope and despair of every Oakdale mother with marriageable daughters.Page 21
" "How did you know my name?" asked the youth.Page 25
discovered himself looking about for some means of escape.Page 27
With a scream the youth leaped to his feet and almost threw himself upon Bridge.Page 30
"I may die," she said.Page 31
"What is it?" she gasped.Page 32
Instantly two figures hurled themselves into the room but turned immediately to help Bridge resecure the doorway.Page 33
What was the use? What good could he accomplish? It might be nothing; yet on the other hand what had brought death so horribly to the cold clay on the floor below? At last their pleas prevailed and Bridge replaced the bed before the door.Page 39
Bridge, the boy, and the girl shivered together in their soggy clothing upon the edge of the bed, feeling now in the cold dawn the chill discomfort of which the excitement of the earlier hours of the night had rendered them unconscious.Page 48
"And to think that I doubted your ability to make a successful touch! Forgive me! You are the ne plus ultra, non est cumquidibus, in hoc signo vinces, only and original kind of hand-out compellers.Page 55
"As you may know," he said, after introducing himself, "a number of crimes were committed in and around Oakdale last night.Page 58
When they came abreast of the spot he ordered the driver to stop; but though he scanned the open field carefully he saw no sign of living thing.Page 65
What do you say?" "All right," acquiesced Giova; "but what we do with this?" and she jerked her thumb toward Willie Case.Page 66
I am so frightened.Page 74
That mak him better nature.Page 76
He was approaching the entrance to an alley.Page 86
Paynter struck him.Page 89
"They've made up their minds, or what they think are minds, that we're guilty; but principally they're out for a sensation.Page 93
" "It isn't all cleared up yet," said Jonas Prim.