When it rapidly dashed away, McNerney grimly said, "All right! Go ahead!" The officer's quick ear caught the woman's despairing murmur, "Emil! My boy, my poor son! They will kill him!" "Not if you are sensible, Mrs.Leah Einstein," growled the policeman.
"But your boy's life depends now only on you." "Where are you taking me to ?" pleaded the woman, her storm of tears choking her voice.

"That you will soon find out," menacingly said McNerney.

"Where you ought to have been long ago!" In the long ride across the great city, McNerney grew complacent over his bold stroke in borrowing an unused store-room from the armorer of the Twenty-ninth Regiment.
It was after eleven o'clock when the three entered the gloomy basement under the granite buttresses of the armory.
In the lonely arched room only a table and a few chairs relieved the prison-like emptiness.

A man with papers spread out before him scarcely raised his head as the three entered.
While McNerney drew the terrified woman into a corner, Witherspoon anxiously paced the floor.

Fifteen minutes after their arrival, a messenger lad dashed into the room with a telegram.
"All right, now, McNerney!" said the lawyer, as he read the dispatch telling him: "Party on board the 'Rambler.' Set sail at once.