He halted and turned about quickly.
"Andrew Barkswell, I'm glad to meet you."
It was Perry Jounce, the tramp, who uttered the words.
CHAPTER VI.
DETECTIVE AND WIDOW.
When the Yankee crept in upon his prey he felt sure of securing him.
There's many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip, however.
Our Yankee friend failed to take into consideration the fact that there
was a second person in the room.
The young man stared at the Yankee and his revolver as if more surprised
than frightened.
"What's the matter, old chap?" uttered the man, with a sneer. "This is my
house--"
"You are my prisoner," uttered the Yankee, sternly.
"Who are you?"
"You will learn soon enough, August Bordine."
"That isn't my name."
"You have a dozen. I know you, however, as the forger, Andrew Barkswell."
"Well, I suppose I may's well come."
He was going in without resistance.
The Yankee was keen, but he failed to notice the movement of the woman.
Of a sudden she sprang forward behind the Yankee, and flung her arms
about him, pinioning his arms for an instant.
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