& N.M.'s roadbed." "Oh, I'm only an old croaker, I know," Harry confessed.

"I've got a blue streak on to-night.

Or else it's a fit of apprehension about something or other.

I feel as if--" Crack! crack! Outside two shots rang suddenly out, to be followed by a dozen swift, scattering reports.
"Mr.Reade! They--" began a voice outside, then stopped abruptly.
Tom hustled on his clothing again with a speed that seemed to partake of magic.

Then, with Harry close upon his heels, he rushed to the door, jerking it open.
"Just the pair we want!" snarled a voice that proceeded from behind a mask.
A dozen masked men pressed into the room.