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152 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. and Annette, to put on your traveling-dresses, and pack such things as you may wish to carry with you in your satchels.” “Have no fear; we will return soon for you,” he added, imprinting a kiss upon Annette’s forehead. “So do asl bid you.” “Are we ready, Bobe?” “Ay,” returned Bridger, taking forth and cocking a re- volver. ‘*Then let’s go. Come, Billy.” As he spoke the Scotch detective opened the door, and he and Bridger hastened forth into the dark hall-way. Billy hesitated, and looked toward Meg. She pointed toward the door, stamped her foot impa- tiently, and said : 66 (FO lat A roguish twinkle kindled in the crazy giant’s eyes. He evidently thought that the two sleuth-hounds were bent on “cracking” the Muggins’ safe in the basement, and — with a bound he cleared the door-way, following to their assistance. As the Scotch detective threw the light of the dark- lantern along the hall-way it fell upon nothing but the walls, doors, and upper stair-way. As its rays lit the rear wall a fierce bark sounded from the lower stair-way, and it was evident that the two Jews and the mastiff stood out of sight at its first landing. | “Come on vid you, Misses Bolards,” said the voice of Moses Muggins. Then, as the dog let forth another series of fierce yelps, he added : “Come on. De dog vas all right. Kaiser vouldn’t harm you.” - _ The two sleuth-hounds hastened swiftly to the head of the stairs, and the Scotch detective cast the hght of the dark-lantern down upon the landing. Beneath stood the Jews, crouching over the dog, and holding back on his chain. Kach held ready a revolver, and the eyes of the eager mastiff, as he strained every nerve to gain his freedom, did not flash more maliciously with rage, hate, and deter- — mination than did those of his uncouth masters. _ Bridger’s quick eye perceived that the stair-way leading down had been greased, evidently that the detectives might slip, and be at the mercy of the pistols and dog. ~~ ' » \ ‘ * : a rw i fe ] | oe ‘ : gs ve y ¥ comicbooks.com | a ‘ LA * A ea M7 Vhs PL ia!