nk so, sir."

An hour later he walked into the garden and sat down on the rustic
bench where he and Pauline had quarreled. He had just taken up his
newspaper when he was startled by the spring of a small warm body
fairly into his face. Lowering the torn paper, he saw Pauline's dog
cavorting around the bench in circles of excitement.

The animal rushed towards him again, but did not leap this time. It
came very near and, with braced feet, began to bark wildly.

Harry stood up. The dog, with another volley of barks, started towards
the gate. Harry followed instinctively. The terrier dashed ahead of
him, reached the, gate, returned, renewed the appealing barks, and
again led the way.

In another minute Harry was following the urgent little guide. He was
thoroughly stirred now. As the dog returned to him the second time,
with its appealing yelps, he quickened his speed.

After traversing five miles of dust-laden road they reached a certain
house on the thoroughfare, which still carried the dignity of "Myrtle
avenue."

The dog rushed up the steps. Harry, following closely, was surprised
to find the door was ajar. He entered and found himself in the cellar
passageway.

A sound outside made him grasp the broken rope on the collar of the
dog. It was an automobile wheezing to a stop and it was followed by
the sound of voices. The outer door opened. Harry drew the dog aside
into the darkness and held its muzzle tight.

Four men entered. One rapped on the wall and the panels opened
softly. The man went in.

Harry's hand had fallen on a slim stick as he stooped in the darkness,
and he slipped the stick into the aperture between the folding doors.
He carried the dog to the outer door and thrust it through. Then he
came back.

"Who is the woman?" asked a gruff voice.

"She does not concern you. Have you distributed all of the coins?"

"All but $5,000. She's a peach, ain't she?"

The door crashed at their heels. Harry was in the room. He had
gripped Wallace by the throat before the man could stir. The others
backed toward their hidden weapons. Shots blazed in the room but the
smoke was protection for Harry, swinging wildly at whomsoever he saw.

"You're there, Polly?"

"Yes," she gasped, tugging at her bonds in desperation. She was almost
free.

Harry had Wallace at his feet and Wallace's gun was in his hand. He
blazed blindly through room. A shriek told of one man gone.

Pauline felt s