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Author of “ Fugitives,” “‘ His Arcadian Wife,’’ etc. CHAPTER X. ON GUARD. ERRY’S luck was with him. He reached J the window and looked inside. The car- riage was empty. Still he stood disap- pointedly staring into the interior. If Jen- sen had been sitting there, he would have killed him without the least compunction. Jerry went back to the front of the car- riage. ‘‘ Where’s Jensen?” he asked. sé Whore” ‘““Sven Jensen, the saloon-keeper.”’ “Don’t know him.” ‘“‘ Didn’t he hire you to drive down here?”’ “ Don’t know him.” 7 ‘“ Get out of here then.” The driver whipped up his horses. Jerry hastened down to the river bank. Dayton and Pat were awaiting him there. “They took the girl into that building there,’ Dayton said, indicating a squat, rough building huddled against a rise in the ground. ‘It’s the Kickapoo Club. You know what that is. It’s supposed to be a fishing club. Jensen belongs to it. There’s a gang like him. They come down here Saturdays and Sundays in summer, and ‘drink and gamble. Blame little fishing they do.” ‘““Come on,” Jerry said. They moved toward the building cau- tiously, holding their revolvers in readiness. As they neared it, a light came on slowly in a room on the side which they were ap- proaching. 2 ‘“‘ Somebody’s lit one of them hangin’ oil- lamps,” Dayton said. ‘‘ Have you been inside the place, Jim?” Jerry asked. “Once,” Dayton answered. ‘“ There’s a big room in front with a bar at one end of it. The gambling-room is on the other side, There’s two private rooms on this side. “We'll have a look,” Jerry said. They came up under the room from which the feeble light was flowing. Jerry rose to his feet and peered inside. The room was empty. There were a table and several chairs in the room. Jerry stood silent fora moment. Then a door opposite him was opened. Mamie was ushered into the room by one of the men. She sank into a chair. something to her with a threatening look on his face. She bowed her head. Jerry’s impulse was to send a bullet through the window into the man’s breast, but he had to restrain himself. There were two other thugs in there somewhere. If he shot this man, there would be a revolver fight, and Mamie might be injured. The man withdrew, leaving the girl alone. She listened for a moment, and then she rose and walked softly over to the window outside of which Jerry was standing. Jerry pressed his face close to the pane. Mamie pressed her fingers to her lips to stifle a cry when she saw his face. Jerry smiled up at her, and her eyes brightened, the fear that had been in them vanishing. Jerry held up three fingers and This story began in The Argosy for January 17. £ ¥ 293 eCommiclboool< The man said © (C@