"I thought this would be the end of it," he announced.
"The devil and all hell plays on the side of Bard," answered the
foreman. "I had him safe--almost tied hand and foot. He got away."
"Got away?"
"Shot the rope in two."
The other placed a book-mark, closed the volume, and looked up with the
utmost serenity.
"Try again," he said quietly. "Take half a dozen men with you, surprise
him in the night----"
"Surprise a wolf," growled Nash. "It's just the same."
The shaggy eyebrows stirred.
"How far is he away?"
"Two or three miles--maybe half a dozen--I don't know. He'll be here
before night."
The big man changed colour and gripped the edge of the desk. Nash had
never dreamed that it would be possible to so stir him.
"Coming here?"
"Yes."
"Nash--you infernal fool! Did you let him know where you were taking
him?"
"No. He was already on the way here."
Once more Drew winced. He rose now and strode across the room and back;
from the wall the heavy echo of his footfall came sharply back. And he
paused in front of Nash, looming above his foreman like some primitive
monster, or as the Grecian heroes loomed above the rank and file at the
siege of Troy.
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