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E. W. Hornung: The Amateur Cracksman4. LE PREMIER PAS (continued)"My narrow stair was stone, I tumbled down it with little noise, and had only to push open the iron door, for I had left the keys in the safe. As I did so I heard a handle turn overhead, and thanked my gods that I had shut every single door behind me. You see, old chap, one's caution doesn't always let one in! "'Who's that knocking?' said Ewbank up above. "I could not make out the answer, but it sounded to me like the irrelevant supplication of a spent man. What I did hear, plainly, was the cocking of the bank revolver before the bolts were shot back. Then, a tottering step, a hard, short, shallow breathing, and Ewbank's voice in horror-- "'My God! Good Lord! What's happened to you? You're bleeding like a pig!' "'Not now,' came with a grateful sort of sigh. "'But you have been! What's done it?' "'Bushrangers.' "'Down the road?' "'This and Whittlesea--tied to tree--cock shots--left me--bleed to death . . .' The weak voice failed, and the bare feet bolted. Now was my time--if the poor devil had fainted. But I could not be sure, and there I crouched down below in the dark, at the half-shut iron door, not less spellbound than imprisoned. It was just as well, for Ewbank wasn't gone a minute. "'Drink this,' I heard him say, and, when the other spoke again, his voice was stronger. "'Now I begin to feel alive . . .' "'Don't talk!' "'It does me good. You don't know what it was, all those miles alone, one an hour at the outside! I never thought I should come through. You must let me tell you--in case I don't!' This is page 78 of 164. [Mark this Page] Mark any page to add this title to Your Bookshelf. (0 / 10 books on shelf) Buy a copy of The Amateur Cracksman at Amazon.com
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