ss, and jerked
out his last words with angry impatience. At the same moment he and
Claiborne stepped toward each other, with their hands clenched at their
sides.

"I don't like your tone, Mr. Armitage!"

"I don't like to use that tone, Captain Claiborne."

Shirley walked quickly to the table and put down the message. Then, going
to the door, she paused as though by an afterthought, and repeated quite
slowly the words:

"Winkelried--Vienna--not later than Friday--Chauvenet."

"Shirley!" roared Claiborne.

John Armitage bowed to the already vacant doorway; then bounded into the
hall out upon the veranda and ran through the garden to the side gate,
where Oscar waited.

Half an hour later Captain Claiborne, after an interview with Baron von
Marhof, turned his horse toward the hills.

CHAPTER XXII

THE PRISONER AT THE BUNGALOW

So, exultant of heart, with front toward the bridges of
battle,
Sat they the whole night long, and the fires that they kindled
were many.
E'en as the stars in her train, with the moon as she walketh
in splendor,
Blaze forth bright in the heavens on nights when the welkin
is breathless,
Nights when the mountain peaks, their jutting cliffs, and
the valleys,
All are disclosed to the eye, and above them the fathomless
ether
Opens to star after star, and glad is the heart of the shepherd--
Such and so many the fires 'twixt the ships and the streams
of the Xanthus
Kept ablaze by the Trojans in front of the darkening city.
Over the plains were burning a thousand fires, and beside
them
Each sat fifty men in the firelight glare; and the horses,
Champing their fodder and barley white, and instant for
action,
Stood by the chariot-side and awaited the glory of morning.

_The Iliad_: Translation of Prentiss Cummings.

"In Vienna, Friday!"

"There should be great deeds, my dear Jules;" and Monsieur Durand
adjusted the wick of a smoking brass lamp that hung suspended from the
ceiling of a room of the inn, store and post-office at Lamar.

"Meanwhile, this being but Wednesday, we have our work to do."

"Which is not so simple after all, as one studies the situation. Mr.
Armitage is here, quite within reach. We suspect him of being a person of
distinction. He evinced unusual interest in a certain document that was
once in your own hands--"

"_Our_ own hands, if you would be accurate!"

"You are captious; but granted so, we