His light sputtered and grew dim, threatening to go out.
It was not a pleasant thought, the one of being left alone in the dark
there, with the blood of his victim trickling through the floor upon him.
"Mercy! what a dismal place. I must get out of this instanter, and--what
was that?"
The sound of a step creaking on the floor above!
An awful horror took complete possession of Barkswell at that moment. He
dared not look up at the opening through which he had passed, fearing, he
knew not what.
His first thought was to extinguish the light.
He snatched it from the wall, and then, in spite of his terror, he cast
his eyes upward. A face, white and ghostly, peered down upon him, a pair
of flaming eyes burning into his very soul. With a wild cry Barkswell
flung down the light, and fell fainting across the grave of his murdered
victim.
CHAPTER XXI.
BORDINE AND SHANKS.
The bullet that Andrew Barkswell sent hustling after the fleeing Bordine
went wide of its mark.
The young engineer was moving at such a rate of speed, however, that it
was wholly impossible for him to halt.
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