Ostrello, and the other by a doctor who lived not a great
distance away.

"I will do all I can," said the physician, as he leaped to the ground.
He set to work at once, meanwhile questioning the old woman regarding
what had already been done. "That was all right--it has helped to put
the patient into a perspiration and keep up the heart action."

"Another doctor is also coming," said Ostrello to Raymond and the
detective.

"In that case I'll join my men," came from Adam Adams. "By that pistol
shot something must be doing. I will be back later. See that that old
woman does not get away." And he was off.

Something was indeed doing. The old mill had been surrounded and the
chief of police had entered the building, followed by several other men
of the party. The counterfeiters were taken by surprise, but they did
not give up at once. Some began to fight, and in the melee two were
seriously wounded. Then all but three surrendered, these three doing
what they could to get out by a back way. One of the three was Matlock
Styles.

The three men came out in the woods, and one was quickly shot in the
leg, and fell headlong among the trees. Seeing this the second man
shouted that he would surrender, and threw up his arms as a signal.

"You bloomin' fool! I'll not surrender!" cried Matlock Styles, and ran
on, through the woods, and up the hill that led to the cottage.

He was still some distance off, when Adam Adams saw him coming. The
detective had his pistol in his hand.

"Stop, Styles, or I'll fire on you!" he called out.

For an answer the Englishman raised his own pistol and fired point
blank, the bullet cutting through the loose flap of Adam Adams' coat.
Then the Englishman went down, with a bullet in his left side. When
Adam Adams ran up to him he was twisting and breathing heavily.

"You've done me up, hang you!" he gasped. "Oh, if I only could get at
you!" and he tried to crawl towards his pistol, but Adam Adams promptly
kicked it out of the way.

"You're down and out, Styles," said the detective. "It won't do you
any good to squirm. You're in the hands of the law."

"What for, counterfeiting?"

"That and worse."

"Worse?"

"Yes, a good deal worse. Murder!"

By nightfall all of the prisoners were either in the jail or at the
hospital at Sidham. Some of the secret service authorities from New
York had arrived, and to them Adam Adams turned over the case, so far
as it related to the