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Show A WARRIOR BOLD. ST- . GEORGE RATpBORNs Author of "tittle Miss Million," "Tht Spidtr'tt Wto," "Dr. Jdck't Widow'," "Mitt Caprict," tte. . - Copyright 1901. Street and Smith, New York. CHAPTER VI 1 1. .' 'f Of course it was very annoying. - ' His cigar had gone, and, that source of consolation lost, ' Charlie had to turn to something else in order to interest in-terest himself. A companion in misery was alongside. along-side. Up to the present Charlie did not know whether he were young or old all he saw was that a man had been shoved in ahead of him. So he leaned his head toward that of his fellow-passenger and exclaimed In French: "Monsieur, it seems that we are companions in misery. . Might I, ask your name?" giving his own at the ' same time. - , The other did not appear downcast indeed, he answered, quite cheerfully: cheerful-ly: ' ' ' v "I am Henri, the Marquis of Mont- pensier, a blood relative of Don Carlos of Spain." 1 Further conversation was prevented by a gruff demand from one of the guards for silence. , At length they drew up to the prison. pris-on. ' Without ceremony the two prisoners prison-ers were hustled into the jail. Charlie silently walked into the dark cell which yawned before him. To have refused would have beenxfol-ly, beenxfol-ly, since by force he would doubtless have been thrown over the threshold. th tunnel I found it came up in an old wagon yard some ten feet or more beyond the outer walls. But I suppose we might as well go." , "Then good-by, my dear fellow." "But you will share my escape. We donlt separate yet, you know." "I'm not going." "Not going? You prefer to remain in this accursed hole, when freedom offers? of-fers? Come, you are joking, sir." "Oh, no. You see if I crawled out of here X would, by implication, admit my connection with those whom Baron Peterhoff has hauled in. Being inno-' cent, I shall sit here until he comes to beg my pardon and personally conduct con-duct me to freedom." "The youngster looked at him with kindling eyes. "Bravo! I like your spirit," he said. "Would you mind shaking hands with me, sir?" "It will be a pleasure on my part." And they exchanged a warm grip. "I hope we may meet again. Let me give you my card. Who knows what strange chance may drift us together again. Who can say under what conditions condi-tions we may come together again?" . Who indeed? Both of them would have been chilled with horror could they have evenv guessed the truth, but the veil of the future mercifully hid that from mortal ken, Another hearty Anglo-baxon handshake, hand-shake, then the youngster dropped into the hole. Charlie made as comfortable a seat as was possible from some of the old planks and kept the fire going with fragments. - By degrees his thoughts came around again to his late companion. Then he remembered that as yet he did not even know" the other's true name. vestigate when the all-powerful Baron Peterhoff brought in political prisoners with orders to hold them securely. Would mein herr be pleased to go with him to his office, where he could be more comfortable, and there await the coming of the baron, who would with a word set him free? - But mein herr was obstinate. The baron must come to him. As Paul and Silas, in days of yore made the governor unbend his dignity and come to plead with them to go away, so Charlie meant to keep hold of his advantage. So the commandant went away. Charlie was still smoking, with one of the keepers for company, and the door of his cell wide open, when voices were heard in the corridor. Then entered the baron. The great man looked both disturbed and amused. He had heard the amazing amaz-ing story of the commandant,' and sifted the wheat from the chaff, so that he had a pretty fair idea as to the truth. He marched straight up to Charlie and stretched out his hand. "My most abject apologies, my dear boy, for what has happened. It was a miserable mistake, on my part I trust you will forgive me," he said. Charlie saw he was sincere, and as his indignation passed away he unbent his dignity. "Then you know it was Miss Arline Brand, and not the Countess Isolde, whom I assisted into a carriage at the Steen?" he asked, eagerly, determined deter-mined to put his fears to the test "Yes; she has assured me she never saw you, save at a distance," returned the baron. Then it is all right. Now I am ready to leave here and go out with youbaron," he said, smiling. "To breakfast with me, I hope." Where was the card? Ah, just where he had thrust it, and, bending down, he read the name by the flickering light of his fire. . j, Then it dawned upon him why he had felt such a singular interest in the young fellow, and why he had deemed his features familiar, yet could not grasp the tangible substance for the name, written boldly; was. ALEXANDER BRAND. Here then was the most remarkable coincidence in the whole course of his varied experiences. There could be no mistake. This young fellow bore some relationship rela-tionship that of brother or cousin, perhaps to Arline. He had her name, and there was a strong family resemblance in their faces. There must be a sense of awe in the realization that one is a mere puppet pup-pet in the hands of destiny that the power which sends unnumbered worlds whirling through space In their exact orbits, without danger of collision, col-lision, or of the slightest change in their course, can condescend to superintend super-intend such a small thing as the welfare wel-fare of one puny human life. Charlie pondered upon the matter a long time. Then, before he knew it, he fell asleep, despite his hard seat and his determination to remain on guard. When i.e awoke he was stiff and sore. A light gleamed in his eyes-it was the warder making the rounds with bread and water. When the gruff man held up the light in order to view the confines of of the dungeon, and beheld only Charlie seated there and blinking like an owl, he was much amazed. He demanded to know where the other prisoner had hidden himself. Charlie calmly pointed to the 'hole 'still uncovered by the slab of stone. "Oh! he's gone out for a walk," he said, coolly. The man began to grasp the situation, situa-tion, and when he could move, he sprang to the door of the dungeon to bawl for assistance. Several other wardens came tumbling into the cell. Then ensued a great powwow of Dutch phrases', while Charlie yawned Ah! he might be worse off. His cigar case still held a few choice weeds, such as appeal most . strongly to the heart of the confirmed smoker.' So he hastened to secure a cigar. 1 Next came a match. As he struck this latter amd a light sprang into existence he heard an exclamation, ex-clamation, and remembered he had a comrade in mis'ery. He saw a young chap with a resolute reso-lute face. There was more of ' an American look about him than European, Euro-pean, and yet Charlie remembered . having heard him give the name of Guiseppe Brignoli, as though he were an Italian. "Pardon, comrade," Charlie said in , French. "Allow me to light my weed, since matches are scarce and then I shall offer you a cigar," with which lie proceeded to put his words into execution. "Thanks awfully, but I don't smoke," Baid the other laconically in the best of English. . ; The match expired Defore Charlie jcould get another look at his comrade, i But he knew his first suspicion was true the young fellow came of Anglo-Saxon stock, and had assumed an : Italian name in order to keep hs own 'from disgrace or from some other reason. rea-son. ; TJley might exchange confidences while trying to pass away the long hours, or at least engage in social discourse. dis-course. "Pardon me again, sir, but can you jspare a couple of matches?" .asked the other. ; i "Half-a-dozen, at your service." "Thanks. They may serve my end well and yours in the bargain." i Charlie's curosity flashed up. What did the other mean to do? iWas he desperate enough to think of setting the prison on fire? Nonsense! There was not one chance in a million of accomplishing such a thing to men shut up here in this grimy dungeon. Nevertheless, he knew that nothing ' was ever accomplished without effort, and that often a' capricious fortune aids those who help themselves. r A cursory examination of their dungeon dun-geon revealed a startling, yet cheering, cheer-ing, fact. Under the boards the youngsters discovered a tunnel. Charlie hesitated. True, he anticipated more or lesa pleasure In his coming interview with Arline. There would be much to hear, and some surprising things to tell on his part. But these would keep a little longer; besides,, it is sometimes exceedingly pleasant; to anticipate a feast. He had something which he wished to relate to the baron, seeking in return re-turn his advice and material aid. Whenever men went to the desperate length of contemplating crime, in order to secure wealth, as the so-called Capt. Brand and his confreres had certainly done when they purposely abandoned the young girl among those awful passages amid the Steen dungeons, it was time the stern arm of the law was invoked sA prder to. bring them op with a round turn. And to whom could he go with a better show of results than to the baron? So, arm In arm, Charlie and Baron Demetruis Peterhoff sauntered out of the prison. It was about eight in the morning. ! Charlie could imagine the young fellow fel-low standing on the deck of the vessel ves-sel bound for London, and snapping ! his fingers at the baron's dragnet He was determined not to give thei slightest clew to his companion con-; cerning Alexander Brand, his plans or' .present whereabouts. ; A vehicle stood near. Into this Charlie was shown; the baron followed, and presently they drew up before a palatial abode, where the widower baron resided in great style, as became a man of his immense means. And over the ' elaborate breakfast Charlie found a chance to spin his little story, the baron proving greatly interested, as the sparkle in his eye attested. at-tested. He could read Charlie's secret as easily as though the, other carried tfye story on his brow. - ' "You have done excellently, Charlie, my boy," he said, finally; "but it is just as well you ask my assistance Id unmasking this unholy fraud. He and his unprincipled accomplices might be too much for you. Depend upon it, I shall tear the mask from his face, and that right speedily." ' (To be continued.) , and stretched himself. Then came the commandant "How did this happen?" he demanded. de-manded. "Well, you see, he had an appointment, appoint-ment, and did not wish to break his engagement." . "But you, mein herr; how is it you remain? Do you like this residence so wel?" grimly, "I told you last night, or attempted to, that I was an innocent party that Baron Peterhoff was my friend that my arrest, under the circumstances, was an outrage; and hence I utterly refused to leave this place until you and the baron had humbly begged my pardon. Indeed, I am not Sure but that I will insist on remaining here until the English consul comes to see me and takes action against your miserable mis-erable government for treating me, a British subject, in this disgraceful way." Just as he had expected, his manner jawed the fiery commandant,' who feared trouble. He began to whine at once, and expressed ex-pressed his rgret that any mistake should have occurred. Surely mein herr must hold him blameless, since he had only done his duty in the premises. prem-ises. It was not given to him to In- When the flat stone was lifted up, behold! an opening yawned below.- - - The youth gave thanks in his peculiar pe-culiar way, and without much more udo jumped into the breach. ;- - ; "-"I "-"I shall return, comrade," he said, -v. , And Charlie believed him. He sat there smoking his cigar and feeding the flames with bits, of the splintered planking. Minutes passed. . ' - Evidently . his companion was making' mak-ing' quite a tour under the prison flooring. ! At last there was a movement, and a head appeared above the stone flagging. flag-ging. ' "Give me a hand, please. "Charlie knew from the look of tri-' tri-' umph upon his face that the other was decidedly pleased with what be , had discovered. "In luck, eh?" he hazarded. ! "The best in the world. Some good ! chap in the past has made a tunnel i - all but breaking through. I did that part while I was gone. In fact, to tell you the truth, I've been under the starlight." " "Outside the prison walls? 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