"I had hoped
that you had no guilty knowledge of your son's iniquities. It seems that
you're no better than he, and I must therefore take you with me."
"Take me with you?"
"That's it exactly."
"Where to?"
"To the county jail!"
Poor Mrs. Bordine.
She reeled under the blow, and began to cry--broken utterly under the
stroke.
Sergeant Railing was merciless, however, and the poor widow was obliged
to keep him company to prison.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A DESPERATE ENCOUNTER.
"How far do we have to go?" queried August, after the hack had rattled on
for some minutes in silence.
"Eh?"
"How far do we go?"
"How far?"
"Yes," cried the young engineer impatiently, not relishing the apparent
obtuseness of the man outlined before him.
"Excuse me," said the man; "I was in a brown study and did not catch on
to your remark. If you will please repeat it, I will then try to answer."
"Aren't you the gentleman who sent the note?"
"Certainly."
"Then you must know how far it is to the place where Silas Keene is lying
wounded and dying.
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