moment.

He continued to move forward. After a little while his ear caught a
slight splash ahead. Suddenly a glare of light enveloped him.

"Is that you, Harry Beck?"

Instinct leg again while wits worked madly: "Harry Beck is two miles
back on guard. Where is Sard?"

The silence became terrible. Once the glaring light in front moved,
then become fixed. There was a light splashing. Instantly Smith
realised that the man in front had set his torch in a tree-crotch and
was now cowering somewhere behind a levelled weapon. His voice came
presently:

"He! Drap-a that-a gun damn quick!"

Smith bent, leisurely, and laid his rifle on a mossy rock.

"Now! You there! Why you want Sard! Eh?"

"I'll tell Sard, not you," retorted Smith coolly. "You listen to me,
whoever you are. I'm from Sard's office in New York. I'm Abrams. The
police are on their way here to find Quintana."

"How do I know? Eh? Why shall I believe that? You tell-a me queeck or
I blow-a your damn head off!"

"Quintana will blow-a _your_ head off unless you take me to Sard,"
drawled Smith.

A moment might have meant death, but he calmly rummaged for a cigarette,
lighted it, blew a cloud insolently toward the white glare ahead. Then
he took another chance:

"I guess you're Nick Salzar, aren't you?"

"Si! I am Salzar. Who the dev' are you?"

"I'm Eddie Abrams, Sard's lawyer. My business is to find my client. If
you stop me you'll go to prison -- the whole gang of you -- Sard,
Quintana, Picquet, Sanchez, Georgiades and Harry Beck, -- and _you!_"

After a dead silence: "Maybe _you'll_ go to the chair, too!"

It was the third chance he took.

There was a dreadful stillness in the woods. Finally came a slight
series of splashes; the crunch of heavy boots on rock.

"For why you com-a here, eh?" demanded Salzar, in a less aggressive
manner. "What'a da matt', eh?"

"Well," said Smith, "if you've got to know, there are people from
Esthonia in New York. ... If you understand that."

"Christi! When do their arrive?"

"A week ago. Sard's place is in the hands of the police. I couldn't
stop them. They've got his safe and all his papers. City, State, and
federal officers are looking for him. The Constabulary rode into Ghost
Lake yesterday. Now, don't you think you'd better lead me to Sard?"

"Christi!" exclaimed Salzar. "Sard he is a mile ahead with the others.
Damn! Damn! Me, how should I know what is to be done? Me,