Perhaps he desires to purchase." "His name ?" enquired Brown.
"Rosenblatt." "Rosenblatt?
That name has a familiar sound.

It would be wise," he continued, "to carry your information to Kalman at once." "It shall be done to-night," said Malkarski in a deep voice.
"It is important.

Portnoff will go." Portnoff agreed.
The following morning brought Kalman to Wakota.

The arrival of Rosenblatt in the country had changed for him the face of heaven and earth.

Before his eyes there rose and remained the vision of a spot in a Russian forest where the snow was tramped and bloody.
With sobs and execrations he poured forth his tale to Brown.
"And my father has sworn to kill him, and if he fails I shall take it up." "Kalman, my boy," said Brown, "I cannot wonder that you feel like this.