ou do, I'll end your--"

But he got no further, for there the climax came.

A single sharp whistle sounded from the kitchen.

Instantly Nick felt a rope noose jerked taut around his ankles, nearly
throwing him from his feet.

From beneath the table, the hanging cover of which had effectually
concealed him, Jean Pylotte had managed to adjust the noose upon the
floor about Nick's legs. At the signal given him, he had quickly drawn
it taut.

At the same moment Kilgore and Matt Stall leaped upon Nick from the
kitchen and hall doors, bearing him heavily to the floor, while Venner
ran to clap a revolver to the detective's head.

"Hang to his feet, Pylotte," cried Kilgore, fiercely.

"I've got 'em fast," shouted the diamond maker, from under the table.

"Quit, Carter, or I'll blow your brains out," commanded Venner, with his
pistol at Nick's head.

Nick had been making a great bluff at putting up an ugly fight, but now
he very agreeably subsided.

The affair was going precisely as he desired, yet for the sake of
appearances he angrily snarled:

"Let up, you dogs! So this is your game, is it? Turn that gun another
way, Venner, you miscreant! It might go off, and I'm not fool enough to
invite its contents. This dirty game that you've played--"

"Dry up!" Kilgore sharply interrupted, while he and Stall quickly
secured Nick's arms with a rope. "You'll not live to know the game that
we have played, Nick Carter."

"Won't I?"

"Not if I live!" cried Kilgore, with vicious significance.

"Well, maybe you'll not live long," retorted Nick.

"I'll close that saucy trap of yours, at all events," sneered Kilgore.
"Give me that gag, Matt--quick."

Nick no longer resisted. A glance at the clock on the mantel told him
that nearly ten minutes had passed since he left Chick. He suffered
himself to be gagged, then raised to his feet, from which Pylotte now
cast the line and emerged from under the table.

Nick bestowed one look upon him, from which the rascal shrank and
shuddered.

Kilgore now turned quickly to Venner, and hurriedly cried:

"You remain here, Rufe, and leave us to dispose of this fellow. We'll
run him over yonder, and return as quickly as possible. It's not safe to
keep him here until we have landed his running mate."

"But--"

"Don't stop for buts!" cried Kilgore, fiercely. "Go see if you can sight
Chick Carter. If he is still in the carriage, we are all right up to
now. In six or eight minutes go down