If this were only Russia!" said the old Nihilist.
"Yes, yes," growled his friend Malkarski, in his deep voice, "we should soon do for him." "Left this morning ?" said Brown.

"How long ago ?" "Two hours." Brown thought quickly.

What could it mean?
Was it possible the registration had been neglected?
Knowing French's easy-going methods of doing business, he knew it to be quite possible.
French was still away in his tie camp.

Kalman was ten miles off at the mine.

It was too great a chance to take.
"Throw the saddle on my horse, Portnoff," he cried.
"I must ride to the Fort." "It would be good to kill this man," said old Malkarski quietly.
"What are you saying ?" cried Brown in horror.