Part 2

XVII. CONCLUSION 267

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"Warren--don't call me Highness!... my name is Maria" Frontispiece

FACING PAGE

It was Jarvis of Kentucky 38

--"and to faithfully fight in my lady's cause" 56

"Just a minute. How did that lock get broken?" 70

"I am known from Bowling Green to the Golden Gate, as Warren the Ghost Breaker" 106

"Gentlemen--a man" 212

"So, you are the brave American, are you?" 214

"Ah, señor, in all my experience I have never seen such an adventurous palm...." 222

"Ah, Mr. Warren, looking for an honest man, like old Socrates?" 232

Rusty caught him by the arm 262

His next weapon was a chair 270

"Don't shoot!" 278

JARVIS OF KENTUCKY

Down the winding roadway came the thunder of hoofbeats!

As the two horsemen approached through the deepening twilight a sobbing negro woman peered timidly through the doorway of the old Southern manor house. There was a call from within.

"Put out this light, Mandy," were the words of the weak voice. "Hurry, Mandy. Maybe it's the Marcums coming back."

"Yas, Cunnel; yassir." She obediently retreated, and the dim light within was suddenly extinguished.

The two riders turned in from the thoroughfare, speeding past the half-swung gate up the drive toward the broad portico. The foremost slid from his saddle before his horse had come to a stop.

"Hold her, Rusty!" And then he leaped up the steps, to dash into the dark entry.

"Who is it? Stop!"

There was no weakness of spirit in the tremulous tones from the room within.

"Dad! dad! I've come!"

"Oh, my boy! You're just in time," and the speech ended in a sigh which sent a thrill of horror through the newcomer. "Just ... in ... time!"

"Lawd be praised, Marse Warren," sobbed the negress, as she sank to her knees before the table, where she fumbled with the lamp.

"Light the lamp ... why, it's Mandy!" and the young man ran a nervous hand across his forehead as the wick caught the flame. "Dad! What's the trouble? Where's mother? Why were the lights all out?"