"
"Exactly," muttered the sheriff, laying his hand on the man's arm. "You
will consider yourself my prisoner."
"But I haven't done a thing."
"We'll see about that."
At this moment the policeman moved and assumed a sitting posture.
"No, the man's right," he said in a labored tone.
"The fellow ran when he fired. I--I reckon he's done for me."
"Who was it?"
"The man we wanted--Bordine!"
"Is it possible?" "It seems to me it would be wise to alarm the police
and have them on the lookout for the villain," said the citizen.
Just then a hack was passing which was hailed, and the wounded officer
placed inside with the citizen, who promised to set the city force on the
lookout.
"You might question the girl, Mr. Sheriff," said the citizen.
"Yes, but I may not be able to find her now."
"She entered your house I am sure."
Then the hack whirled away.
The sheriff hastened into the house just as Rose, pale and agitated, rose
from a crouching posture at the window.
"Was the policeman killed?"
This was her question, given in an agitated voice.
"Not killed, but he may die.
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