"I saw him there!" "The fourth man!" whispered Frank, nudging Nestor with his elbow.

"The fourth man you have been talking about!" The dying man opened his lips again, but did not speak, for voices were heard outside, and then a sharp command was given.

The order was to shoot if resistance was offered by those inside.

Then the door was thrown open and a bit of polished steel flashed in the light of the fire.

The alarmed boys dropped the weapons they had drawn at a signal from Nestor.
The man in the doorway, wet, draggled, and exhausted with the exertions of the night was Lieutenant Gordon, and back of his stalwart figure the light showed a dozen armed men in plain clothes.