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"Who was it?" she begged.
"It was a dog," he answered. "I think----"
He did not tell her what he thought.
"I've got to find out what the devil has happened to Fred!" he
said. "You go back to the car. Send your brother here on the
run. Tell him there's going to be a rough-house. You're not
afraid to go?"
"No," said the girl.
A shadow blacker than the night rose suddenly before them, and
a voice asked sternly but quietly: "What are you doing here?"
The young man lifted his arm clear of the girl, and shoved her
quickly from him. In his hand she felt the pressure of the
revolver.
"Well," he replied truculently, "and what are you doing here?"
"I am the night watchman," answered the voice. "Who are you?"
It struck Miss Forbes if the watchman knew that one of the
trespassers was a woman he would be at once reassured, and she
broke in quickly:
"We have lost our way," she said pleasantly. "We came
here----"
She found herself staring blindly down a shaft of light. For
an instant the torch held her, and then from her swept over
the young man.
"Drop that gun!" cried the voice. It was no longer the same
voice; it was now savage and snarling. For answer the young
man pressed the torch in his left hand, and, held in the two
circles of light, the men surveyed each other. The newcomer
was one of unusual bulk and height. The collar of his
overcoat hid his mouth, and his derby hat was drawn down over
his forehead, but what they saw showed an intelligent, strong
face, although for the moment it wore a menacing scowl. The
young man dropped his revolver into his pocket.
"My automobile ran dry," he said; "we came in here to get some
water. My chauffeur is back there somewhere with a couple of
buckets. This is Mr. Carey's place, isn't it?"
"Take that light out of my eyes!" said the watchman.
"Take your light out of my eyes," returned the young man. "You
can see we're not--we don't mean any harm."
The two lights disappeared simultaneously, and then each, as
though worked by the same hand, sprang forth again.
"What did you think I was going to do?" the young man asked.
He laughed and switched off his torch.
But the one the watchman held in his hand still moved from the
face of the girl to that of the young man.
"How'd you know this was the Carey house?" he demanded. "Do
you know Mr. Carey?"
"No, but I know this is his house." For a moment from behind
his mask of light the watchman surveyed them in silence. Then
he spoke quickly:
"I'll take you to him," he said, "if he thinks it's all right,
it's all right."
The girl gave a protesting cry. The young man burst forth
indignantly:
"You will NOT!" he cried. "Don't be an idiot! You talk
like a Tenderloin cop. Do we look like second-story workers?"
"I found you prowling around Mr. Carey's grounds at two in the
morning," said the watchman sharply, "with a gun in your hand.
My job is to protect this place, and I am going to take you
both to Mr. Carey."
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