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"Were you with him last night?" "No. We were----" "Don't talk to me, then! Black Harry or not, he shot my father!" "But--but--why, he would not do such a thing!" "He did!" It seemed that nothing could shake her belief. "Av yez plaze, miss," said Barney, lifting his hat, and bowing politely, "it's thot same b'y Oi have known a long toime. Oi went ter school with thot lad, an' a whoiter b'y nivver drew a breath. He'd foight fer ye till he died, av he didn't git killed, an' it's nivver would he shoot anybody at all, at all, onless it wur in silf-definse. Oi give ye me wurrud thot is th' truth, th' whole truth, an' nothing but th' truth." The girl was unmoved. "I have sworn to avenge my poor father!" she declared. "He shall not escape!" "It is useless to talk here," said Frank. "She believes she is right, and her mind will not be changed till she sees the real Black Harry at my side. It must be that the fellow is my double, and so my life will be in peril till he is captured, and meets his just deserts. From this time on for me it is a fight for life and honor." CHAPTER V. HURRIED TO JAIL. At this moment another wild roar rose outside the station, telling that something had again aroused the mob: Hank Kildare was in the doorway, blocking it with his gigantic form, his long-barreled revolvers holding the crowd at bay, while he hoarsely cried: "You galoots know me! Ef yer crowd me, some o' yer will take his everlastin' dose o' lead!" They dared not crowd him. He could hold them back at that point, but there were other ways of reaching the interior of the waiting-room, where the prisoner was. "Ther back door!" howled a voice. "We kin git at him thet way!" "Hear that?" fluttered Professor Scotch. "They're coming, Frank! We must get out before they get in that way! Quick!" He caught hold of the boy, and started to urge him toward the rear door; but Lona Dawson placed herself squarely in their path, flinging up one hand. "Stop!" she cried, her eyes flashing. "You cannot pass! You shall not escape!" A look of admiration came into Frank's eyes, for she was very beautiful at that moment. "As you will," he bowed, gallantly. "I may get my neck stretched by remaining, but your wish is law." "Well, I like that!" roared the professor, in a manner that plainly indicated he did not like it. "Av ye choose ter make a fool av yersilf, Frank, it's not yer friends thot will see
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