A Daughter of Delilah — page 29: what you’re looking at

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20 IN THE TUNNEL. pistol, I pulled the trigger, but. it snapped fire! In that brief moment your face was photographed into my soul; but, God be thanked, I am not @ murderer!”’ Alston could not resist a smile. ‘‘Now, if we had a light on the scene,’’ he said, ‘‘I should imagine that the effect would be highly melodramatic!”’ “Tt would mean your death!’’ was the harsh rejoinder. ‘Listen, sir! Iam a fugitive fleeing from justice—or what the accursed law calls justice. I have been in hiding here for thirty-six hours, never dreaming of a chance like this to effect my escape—to throw the blood-hounds off my track.’’ | ‘“Well?’’? demanded Alston, for his companion had paused. ‘‘I have no wish to——”’ ‘Silence, sir! These are my wishes—my commands: You must disrobe at once. Weare going to exchange clothing, and you know, sir, that a fair exchange is no robbery !”’ He laughed exultantly, adding: ‘Quick! quick! There is no time to lose. If you value your clothes they shall be returned to you; I promise you | that. And you must loan mea little money. Every cent shall be sent to you within a week.”’ ‘‘I suppose that I have no choice but to obey,’’ grumbled Edgar, “‘considering that Iam at the wrong end of a six- shooter! You won't deprive me of my overcoat, will you?’’ ‘‘No; I shall not need it, and you will!’’ A hoarse laugh followed this significant reply. ‘Iam sure that I shall be your eternal debtor,’’ pro- ceeded the man; ‘‘and some day may be able to repay your kindness. You have released me from a most trying (EOYAAIICE OKOKO KS (E(@) m