aside her reserve. She turned on George, raising her hands in an attitude of fury, as if inspired by a passion beyond her control.
"And that's true. If you think I'd let him take that acid give the bottle to me, and I'll use it on myself instead."
She knelt at Garth's side, and for a moment the light in her eyes, her unrestraint, more than the result of her appeal, held him tense.
"Tell them, Jim," she cried. "If they made you that way I swear I'd kill myself."
She glanced up, tears in her eyes.
"I love him so much, Slim, that to save him I'd see my father dead."
A subdued murmur of voices sifted through from the street. They could hear the stealthy straining of hands at the cellar doors. Nora arose, and, hiding her face, stood trembling.
"The bulls!" George whispered. "Throw the stuff and let's make our getaway."
Slim shook his head.
"I tell you it's a chance. All of you vamoose except George. We'll wait and see, and maybe we won't need you after this. Remember, Nora, there'll always be time for us to wash Garth's face and show our heels."
"Oh, I know it," she breathed. "I know it."
The lights snapped out. Garth was aware of clandestine stirrings. Then the silence of the cellar was broken only by the fumbling at the door.
"I'll let you go, Nora," Slim whispered. "Send
