coolly. "They trussed me up a bit, you know—but I'll be all right in a little while when I get the cramps out of my joints and the circulation back. And so, Miss Gray, won't you please go at once? I'm free now, and I'll manage all right, and"
The Sparrow came running back from the door.
"They're comin'!" he said excitedly. "They're comin' from a different way than we came in. I saw 'em 'way up there across the yard for a second when they showed up under a patch of light from an arc lamp on the other street. There's three of 'em. We got about a couple of minutes, and"
"Get those side doors open! Quick! And no noise!" ordered Rhoda Gray tersely. And then to the Adventurer: "Try—try and walk! I'll help you."
The Adventurer made a desperate attempt at a few steps. It was miserably slow. At that rate Danglar would be upon them before they could even cross the shed itself.
"I can crawl faster," laughed the Adventurer with bitter whimsicality. "Give me your revolver, Miss Gray, and you two go—and God bless you!"
The Sparrow was opening the side door, but she realized now that even if they could carry the Adventurer they could not get away in time. Her mind itself seemed stunned for an instant—and then, in a lightning flash, inspiration came. She remembered that iron casting, and the wharf, and the other side of the shed in shadow. It was desperate, perhaps almost hopeless, but it was the only way that gave the Adventurer a chance for his life.
She spoke rapidly. The little margin of time they had must be narrowing perilously.
"Marty, help this gentleman! Crawl to the street,
