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on. "Halt, or die!" cried Verbitzsky, in a terrible voice. The bombs were clearly to be seen in his hands. Every policeman in Moscow knew of the destruction done, only six days before, by just such weapons. The foremost men halted instantly. The impetus of those behind brought all together in a bunch--nine expectants of instant death. Verbitzsky spoke again:-- "If any man moves hand or foot, I'll throw these," he cried. "Listen!" "Why, you fool," said Nolenki, a rather slow-witted man, "you can't escape. Surrender instantly." He drew his revolver and pointed it at us. "Michael," said Verbitzsky to me, in that steely voice which I had never before heard from my gentle comrade; "Michael, Nolenki can shoot but one of us before he dies. Take this bomb. Now if he hits me you throw your bomb at him. If he hits you I will throw mine." "Infernal villains!" gasped the chief; but we could see his pistol wavering. "Michael," resumed Verbitzsky, "we will give Nolenki a chance for his life. Obey me exactly! Listen! If Dmitry Nolenki does not jump down into this pit before I say five, throw your bomb straight at him! I will, at the moment I say five, throw mine at these rascals." "Madman!" cried Nolenki. "Do you think to--" He stopped as if paralyzed. I suppose he had suddenly understood that the explosion of a bomb in that small, high-walled yard would kill every man in it. "One!" cried Verbitzsky. "But I may not hit him!" said I. "No matter. If it explodes within thirty feet of him he will move no more." I took one step forward and raised the bomb. Did I mean to throw it? I do not know. I think not. But I knew we must make the threat or be captured and hung. And I felt certain that the bomb would be exploded anyway when Verbitzsky should say "Five." He would then throw his, and mine would explode by the concussion. "Two!" said Verbitzsky. Dmitry Nolenki had lowered his pistol. He glanced behind him uneasily. "If he runs, throw it!" said Verbitzsky, loudly. "THREE!" The chief of the Moscow secret police was reputed a brave man, but he was only a cruel one. Now his knees trembled so that we could see them shake, and his teeth chattered in the still cold night. Verbitzsky told me afterward that he feared the man's slow brain had become so paralyzed by fright that he might not be able to think and obey and jump down. That would have placed my comrade and me in a dreadful dilemma, but quite a di
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