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The driver whis tled again, looking around him in perplex tty “I don’t understand it,” he said after waiting a moment for some sound to break the silence. “The governor told me I should find him here, or some one else.” “You are sure this is the place?” Gordon asked. “Certain. There’s the old boat,” nodding at an upturned boat hard by on the fore shore, “and there’s the beershop.” nodding to a glimmer of light across the waste space opposite the wall. “He must be down by the water Wait here half a minute, sir.” With these words he ran off along the foreshore, and in u minute was lost to sight in the fog ftavnnagn nillRfc nave cruv.Hi wcrivcr, Haiti Gordon, “and the person be promised to station here to meet us has evidently yielded to the temptation of that beershop. That’s much more probable than that he should go down to the water You won’t mind being left alone for a minute or two?” “No, no. 1 am not afraid.” “I’ll try the beersbop If Kuvanagh’s man is not there. I may find some one who will take me across ” He hurried across the open space, and I saw his figure against the light as been tered the house by a swing door There was a moment of intense silence, and then I heard a long, distinct whistle in the direction taken by the driver My eyes were fixed upon the beersbop The thickness of*the nightand the distance prevented my making it out clearly, but it seemed to me that there were two doors to it— one on each side of the front, with Its two spears of gas—and this was presently proved to be the case by a man slipping out on the other side to that entered by Gordon. Another ard another followed, all with swift stealth Outside they stood together fora moment, looking gigantic in the fog ! Then, as the driver whistled again from the shore, they started oft at a run toward the waterside. Probably knowing that 1 must be in the carriage, they kept as far from it as possible. N evert lie less 1 saw the three phantom figures file past aud disappear into the darker distance. A few minutes elapsed, and Gordon came quickly from the beersbop, followed by a man who carried a lantern. “I’ve found a man to take us over. He knows the Mariner’s Joy.” said Gordon as he joined me “Know the Joy. ah!” chimed in the old waterman with a grin '1 11 get ye across somehow, though 1 11 have to kinder feel my way, I reckon, in this here log.” Just then the driver came running up wit h a man “Governor's gone over to the Mariner’s Joy, sir,” said he ‘Left this party to row you across” “1 can do without him.” said Gordon. ‘I’ve found another man to do t hut job.” CHAPTKK XXIX CAPTl HKI>. The long visaged driver expostulated. “Mr Kavanagh engaged this man, sir,” Raid he, “and he’d beer 1:< re. only he’s just gone down to see that b;s boat was all right.” “That's a lie!” cried the waterman Gor don had found. “Why, him and his mates were in the ‘Dog and Duel;’ when this gent came in, and he'd ’a’ seed him if he’d gone in t he jug department’stead of the bar Ride. ’Sides, \s ho are you?” he added com bativelv, holding his lantern in the other’s face. “You ain’t no licensed waterman— you ain’t nobody u* tb'-se parts Why, you ain’t nothin but a bloomiu furriner, as can t at fora drop o’ her in plain Knglish!” “Anyhow,” said Gordon decisively, “1 shall take the man PveeiigHg'. d. He’s more likely to get through this fog than a man who doesn’t know the river well,” and turning to me he would have persuaded me to return to the carriage and go no further, but I resolutely refused to accede to tins proposal, feeling that the least 1 couhi do was to stand by him to the bust. “You will wait here till we return,” said Gordon to the driver as he gave me his arm The man, evidently disconcerted hy tlie unlooked for turn of affairs, responded with a sullen nod. I looked around for the con federate, but be had disappeared. The waterman, carrying the lantern, de scended to the water’s edge with a swing ing gait, and we followed at his heels Then he left us to fetch his boat. 1 disen gaged my band from Gordon’s arm that be might be free to defend himself in ease of attack, my reason being swayed by con dieting feelings. Anything might. hapj en, 1 knew not what. \\ ould these men, balked in the design to get Gordon into their boat, attempt to seize him now? It was possi ble, but it seemed to mo more probable that In view’ of an alarm being raised by tbe waterman they would follow us toFer ryboat stairs and make the attempt nearer to the Joy, wuere they might have the assistance of Putty or any other agents cm ployed iu the affair Nevertheless every sense was on the alert to catch a sign of movement in the still darkness that sur rounded us The lantern bobbed up and down ns tbe boatman scrambled from boat to boat until be reached bis wherry mid puihd into the shore. \Ye got into the boat and seated ourselves in the stern The waterman set the lantern at our feet and pushed off. “The light aiu’t no manner o’ good to roe,” be explained “I’ve got to feel my way acrost The tide’s a-rmmln out about three-quarters, and 1 shall know by the wash of it pretty well whether my boat’s right for tbe Joy.” “Not much danger of being fouled by auythiu^ tonight,” Gordon remarked. •:so, sir; mere am t notmn but the police boat movin tonight and no craft lying in tiie Pool betwixt this and Hoggets’ crick.’’ Nevertheless before we bad gone a couple of yards we ran into something—what it was could not be discovered, for by the time Peter Meech had lifted up the lantern nothing could be seen either ahead or along side of us. “1 lay it’s them dangnation furriners a-fouiin us out of spite. If it had been a Englishman, he’d ’a’ swore at us like a man.” Ho replaced the lantern and took the oars again. For some time he rowed in silence, then, after a pause, he growled out some particularly strong words in an undertone and pulled with one oar only. The mutter ing ceased, and he laid himself to both oars with redoubled vigor. Presently he paused again, and with another out burst-of forcible expressions tugged at one oar viciously. After a third repetition of this singular be havior he said, in reply to Gordon’s question: “What’s the matter, master? Why, thi is the most mysterious thing ever I Unowed. I keeps on a-draggin and a-draggiu of her up, and it ’pears like as if she kep’ on a-gom down. I can’t get any way on her any hows. And we ought to be right over by this time. You don’t see ne’er a glimmer of light, do you?” “It’s as black as the deuce all round.” “Well, we’re bound to get the way on her uow if ebbs ebbs,” be muttered as he la bored at the single oar. Then, alter pull lng in silence for a minute or two, “Mister, it don’t seem to you like as if you lieerd anything hut my oar tv-go in. do it?” “No.” “That’s a good un too. Bother me if I don’t think 1 can smell thut killer ship a-lay in oil Hoggets’crick Cn*s me if it ain’t taller too. Here, look at this,” l.e cried suddenly, after leaning over the side and dipping his hand in the water “We’re a-goiu quicker tbau the tide.” The watcnenn eirmjlnrj the lantern d& Hccndcd /<» <..t a atcr's edge. He can;, ht up the lantern, and casting its li; t i :to i he for. part of the bo: t he add ed. with a running accompaniment of ex pletivi “If I didn’t think ho! It’s them under handed itirriaers plnyin this trick on us. They're got a Hue on us, n-towin us down.” Settir dov n the lantern, he scrambled forward i > d.sengugc the grapnel by which we were being towed, hut before he had time t<>. (. mulish this the boat in front backed, * ; i*.ek our bow and ground down nlott; Tbe feeble glimmer of the lantern v. as stifist: ut to reveal some dusky obj t hem ng dov. n upon us, a hand laid on the side ot our boat and another streti d out to si ii.e i be lantern, the figure of th" \ r.er«.ui kneeling on the thwart. Hod his face turned in exasperation toward the offensive “furriner.” Then an oar swept down and struck him on the head, a man IV. .• oe « . r boat trundled over the side into i . the lantern was snatched out and dw ; ] i into ihe water, and wgwdft left in ui;cr darauess. The waterme.il hud fallen over with n grunt, stnut" d, «*tid now lay quiet enough in the 1 ;u.m of the lioat. All we heard was a nmt inured command and the splash of oars in I rout of us. Gordon had started to his feet at t he mo pu nt Meed) fell, shouting a hasty demand for an explain, ion, but he got no answer, ami the i \ti: uishing of the light rendered him powe; le.-s, and his chief concern was to iire me tin i no harm could come to mo. iMvlu'l ■ affair was Inexplicable to him, not l.nowiug i lint the object of this attack wastota' him prisoner I myself could , not si'" how ii wastoend. fori still bought I that (ini Ion was to be taken to the Mari j tier’s Joy. A whistle wan blown in the boat that I towed us, and auother whistle, seemingly ! at no great distance, immediately replied. 1 I concluded that this signal wan made from the shore, and a faint speck in the darkness led me to think that we were nearing Fer ryboat st aii*s. But as we approached it the | light took a reddish glare, not to be mis taken for the light of a gas lamp. The whistle was blown again and replied to as before, only this time it sounded quite near, aud at the same time a white light began to descend from the level of the red. “This Is the oddest thing in the world,” said (Jordon in a tone of perplexity. “That must be a ship's light in front of us, and the lantern is evidently coming down the side.” Then 1 understood the position of affairs Gordon was to be taken on board the ltus sian vessel and not to the Mariner's .Joy, as Kavana :h had Intended. In u tew uiinuiea we were drawn uloug Bide the dark hull or tne steamer, un tne little platform at the foot of the side steps an officer in a long cloak was standing, with a bright, bullseye lantern. The light daz zled me when he turned it in our faces. The man who had scrambled into our boat drew us close to the platform and held us in that position. The officer raised his hat and said in Rus sian: “Will the Prince Taras Borgensky be good enough to step onboard?” I knew enough of the language to understand that. “What does he say, mademoiselle?” ask ed Gordon. My heart sickened for an instant, but summoning up courage 1 replied: “He says Taras is on board and wishes to see us.” “Great heaven!” Gordon exclaimed, ris ing. “i see how it is now. They’ve got poor old Taras. I’m afraid it’s too late for us to help him, but we must go up and see.” “Here, where am I?” growled the wl'er man from the bottom of the boat. “What’s all this hero.” CHAPTER XXX. ▲ TIiAP. The Volga was already coaling up. I heard the clank of furnace doors and the scraping of shovels as we passed the engine room. The officer who bad received us led the way to the deck cabin, a couple of men following close at our heels. The cabin was well lit. An elderly, sharp visaged man, in a close fitting official cos tume, was seated at the table in the middle, with writing materials and a pile of docu ments before him. lie rose, removing his cap as we entered. The officer placed chairs for us near the table, and begging us to be seated unbuttoned his overcoat As he threw it open 1 observed that he wore a belt with a pistol holster attached to it. the flaps unbuttoned. 1 sat down, faint with emotion, now that my part was played, but Gordon remained standing, his brows bent, his countenance j overcast with pain, believing that Taras j had been taken prisoner. Again the officer. 1 speaking in Russian, begged him to take a seat. Gordon turned to me. I dropped my head, ashamed to meet his eyes “I don’t know what be says, but I suppose he wants me to sit down,” said he. “Will you tell him. mademoiselle, that we have come to see Taras, and that’s all we want?” I made no reply, but remained silent with downcast eyes. 1 “I beg your pardon,” be said with earnest solicitude. “I forgot that you—that this blow must naturally fall heavily upon you You are ill?” I shook my head. i Once more the courteous official offered a chair, and Gordon refusing it with a curt : “No, thanks!” he shrugged hiv shoulders, and seating himself at the head of the table | took up a paper and lu^an to read from it : in Russian. Gordon stopped him in the first sentence. li you are refuting unit paper ior my benefit,” said he, “allow me to tell you that you are wasting your lime. 1 don’t under stand a word •?’ Russian.” The old geutleman. who had seated him • self on the left hand of the officer, leaned forward, and speaking for the first time said in fairly good Knglish and with a trace of sarcasm in his bland smile: “Surely t lie prince has not been ex pa mated so long as to forget his native tongue?” “I’m not a prince, ami my native tongue Is Knglish,” Gordon asserted stoutly. “Ah! 1 understand,” the old gentleman responded with the same irouical bland ness. “You wish to plead mistaken idon tity.” “I don’t know what you mean. I have come on board to see Taras—Prince lior gensky—at his request ” “Pardon me, I was at the head of the stairs when Connt Hudersdorf invited the prince—addressing you, of course, in the third person—to come on board.” At the name of Hudersdorf I lifted my head in surprise to look at the olficer. Was this the relentless enemy, t he “bloodhound’’ i that Kavanagh had gone to such lengths to outwit—this polite, middle aged, not un 1 merciful, certainly not ferocious looking man? Wtafit on earth does this mean? asked Gordon, turning to me. Then, getting no response, he addressed the officer: “Will yon answer me one question, please? Is ' Taras ou boa d this ve-sel?” “If you are not Taras, he certainly is not,” was the direct reply. “Then l am not Taras. There is uo n& ' cessity to stay here any longer.” He turned as if to go. In that instant Rudersdorf touched a gong and slipped bis hand into the holster. Almost simulta neously the two burly fellows who hud tol lowed us to the cabin stepped in and sta tioned themselves before the door, each i united with a revolver. Gordon stopped i abruptly. “Pardon me,” said theelderly gentleman ! as if nothing had occurred to break the i thread of the discussion, “there is a neces sity to stay. We have a warrant lor the ar ; rest of Priuce Borgensky, which Count Kudersdorf will proceed to reud to you if you choose to hear it, and until you can give satisfactory proof that you are not Taras Borgensky you must consider your self a prisoner. Of course,” he continued with a shrug and a smile, “1 need not point out to you that resistance is perfectly use less and may be fatal.” “My name is George Gordon. 1 can give you my card.” The old man held up his hand derisively as he said: “We are quite aware that you have adopted that name, and also that you have lately been living ut Graudison Chambers, Adelphi terrace. ' The count has been watching you closely for some time. Here is an accurate description of your person, if you would like to see it. We have taken the utmost pains to assure ourselves of your identity before taking this important step, you may be sure.” 1 “Hang it! If you will not believe my word, what proof can I give you?” “The simplest In the world—showing your papers.” | “Papers?” „ . ' With a smile, as if at Gordon’s affected ignorance, the old gentleman drew from his pocket a well worn documeut and showing it said; . I “The payers which every one Is compelled by police regulations to carry.” “In England, sir,” said Gordon fiercely, “that humiliation is only put upon those who merit it by their crimes.” “Do you wish me to believe that an Eng lishman is not obliged to produce papers of identification at the request of the police?” . “Not unless he is a ticket of leave man.* , The old gentleman, in complete astonish : ment, communicated this information to Rudersdorf, who shook his head with an incredulous smile. “This young lady will tell you that 1 am j not Taras,” said Gordon. “We cannot expect any young lady to in criminate her friend. We are very well ac quainted with Mile. Aura Soltikoff She has saved you thrice from apprehension, but she will not succeed a fourth—at any rate, not by such simple means as you suggest.” “Will the evidence of another friend con vince you?” “Undoubtedly, if the friend is reliable.' “You seem to be pretty well informed upon some points,” said Gordon after a few moments’ reflection. “Perhaps you know a gentleman named Kavanagh?” “Perfectly well.” “You will accept his evidence?” “Without hesitation.” “Very well,” said Gordon triumphantly “1 will send for him.” “Perfectly useless,” said the old gentle man despondently—“per-fect-ly Perhaps you are not aware that Mr Kavanagh, like myself, is the paid servant of the czar.” “A paid servant of the czar!” Gordon ex claimed, overwhelmed with astonishment “And the most trusted,agent of his excel lency, the minister of police.” A glimmering of the truth dawned upon Gordon, and his sterner nature taking the ascendaut he turned fiercely upon me and said: “Are you. too, a servant of the czar—a po lice spy?” I bowed my head before his wrath The old gentleman answered for me “Unfortunately Mile. Soltikoff is our most determined adversary, as you should know who owe so much to her.” Gordon regarded him and then me In utter bewilderment. Rudersdorf took up the order of arrest, again saying a few words in Russian. “If you have no other evidence to offer Count Rudersdorf will proceed to read the warrant Time presses.” “It’s a farce, I tell you, reading the thing to me. You have no power to arrest me.” “The fact that you are a prisoner proves the contrary.” “That is an abuse of power for which yon will be made to pay clearly You have no authority to arrest even Taras on British territory.” •>u iimucr »ucir iiuu i « imvr Borgeusky, we need no higher authority to make him our prisoner than this." replied the old gentleman, pointing to the seal ou the order ‘‘1 warn you again that I am not the prince, but a British subject.” The old gentleman shrugged his shoul ; ders. raised his eyebrows and spoke to Ru ; dersdoi f, who gave a short, derisive laugh, i and then losing patience replied in a few short, peremptory sentences which my lira | ited knowledge of Russian did not enable me to follow. But he addressed Gordon rather than his secretary. “What does he say?” Gonion demanded with not less impatience. “Count Ruderad'trf wishes to kuow if you expect him to take your simple denial against the evidence of his own senses? This is not the first time you have met. and he is somewhat astonished that you do not rec ognize him, as no further hack than this morning you passed him twice in walking up and down the Adelpki terrace with Mr Kuvanagh.” Gordon started, and fixing his eyes on Rudersdorf seemed to recall his face to mind. “And all this!” expostulated the old gen tlemaii, raising the pile of identifying pa pel's. “For example," he added, picking up a photograph that slipped out, “you would not have us believe that this is uot your portrait?” Gordon took up the photograph and re garded it in bewilderment. It was un doubtedly his owu portrait, but mounted on a card, with the printed name and ad Oiv.ss or n pnotograpner in Moscow i ne only explanation whs that the photograph had l»eeit removed from the English mount and pasted on the Russian one But for what purpose was still an uufathomeil mys tery to him. “You perhaps deny your own handwritr ing?” said the old gentleman, banding a letter. “This is not my hand. 1 cannot even read the character in which it is written " “Here is one written by you iu the onli nary European hand.” “That is not my writiug. 1 can prove it. Give me a sheet of paper.” Writing material was given to him. and he wrote a couple of lines quickly Rudersdorf and the old gentleman ex Emitted it and exchanged a few oliserva tions “The prince has altered his haud evi dently,” sail the old gent leman iu a warn plimeutary tone; “hut, as the count points out, that is a slight achievement for one whose skill of hand is kuowu all over the world.” Gordon dashed down the pen in a rage and thrust his hands in his pockets A luminous idea seemed to have occurred to Rudersdorf, and u rapid dialogue ensued between him ami his secretary, at the end of which the old gentleman, turning to Gor don, said: “Admirably as you have played this lit tie scene, you cannot expect us to take that exhibition as a convincing proof that you are not Brinco Borgensky We are used to this sort of thing and not easily to be de ceived. At the same time, to remove even the faintest trace of doubt, we shall be happy to facilitate to the utmost in our power every means of immediately proving your identity If there is any reliable per son with whom you wish to cotumuui cate” “You shan’t have a line of writing from me.” said Gordon; “uot u scrap that can be twisted into a snare to serve your purpose.” : “Iu that wise, relying on the evidence be fore us and the perfect honesty of our con frere. Barry Kavauagh. we have only tc complete formalities anil remove you u Russia, where yen will be dealt with ip ac LYON COUNTY TUfl(ft. JOB OF.PARTMRXT. The most complete country Job Office hi the State. All Kinds of Work done with Heit* ness and Dispatch. —AT— Prices That Defy Competition. cordance with the pleasure or the czar.’" “As you please.” At a sign from the secretary. Ruderadorf again took up the paper, which he thUtim* read through without interruption. Coin ing to the end, he nodded to the guard at the door, who at once stepped forward and laid hands upon Gordon. He made no re aistance, and without a word passed out of the cabin, apparently too absorbed to thought to take heed of immediate eircum pto-ses. 1 nc-sde a movement to follow him, hut Ruderadorf, who bad risen and now stood by the door, interposed. “We have not done with you yet,” he said sternly. “Sit dowu there.” %1 seated myself in the chair he pushed to* ward mo. For a few minutes he aud;the old gentle man conversed in a jargon that I could uot understand. Then with tl»* same brusque manner be addressed me ugain. “You don’t feign ignorance, I supposeV* he continued rudely. “You understand Russian?” “Not such Russian as you two have been •peaking together,” 1 replied, speaking, as 1 habitually did, iu French. “Oh, if you understand French, we can get on,” said he in that language. Now, then, your name is Aura Soltikoff?” *T never beard the name.” “Ah! and you were not born at Kiel?” he said, glancing at a paper. “No.” “And of course you haven’t got any pa pers?” “No.” “The same old game,” he muttered, with a shrug, glancing at the old gentleman. “And also, of course, yon have not been living fur nearly a year under, the same root with Prince Borgensky!” “Yes, I have,” I replied, with pride. “Oh, come! It’s something to get that admission out of you. Well, having lived with him so long, you may happen to have heard something about Siberia?” “Who’s going to Siberia?”*! asked in as bold a tone as I could assume, my heart quaking at the hint. “Who is going?” he echoed slowly. “You are it you’re not prudent.” He gave time for this threat to sink into my mind by speaking to his secretary. “Now then,” he went on, “as you value your life answer mo this truly. Who is the man who has just left th’s cabin?” 1 made no reply. The okf gentleman, with a most urbane smile, intervened. “Mademoiselle herself by her own word and act has raised a doubt—a very trifling doubt—whether we have captured the real Prince Borgensky or uot. Of course if he is not the prince wo dare not take either him or mademoiselle from the country. Both will be sent on shore at once if that is proved. Mademoiselle will see that it can do her no harm, but be to her .great advan tage to answer the question.” / made a movement to follow him. but Itudemdoii tnteeposed. “No. no.” said I. “I won’t say a word. I’ll do nothingto help yon.” EiuilerKdorf started up and said with sav age impatience: “The consequence of refusal you know. ' Deportation to Siberia with flogging—mid ' —and all Hie red. You expose yourself even to torture. Yon may share the fate of j Vera Ofromofl and a dozen others.” I The secretary went to the door and called ! reluctantly, I thought. ••We are under Kavauagh's orders,” con tinued lttidemdorf in a tone of self justifl : cation. “Those orders are explicit, and we i must obey. We have taken proper prccau ! tions, and if we are cheated the fault will I lie with the minister for trusting Kavar nagh.” The same men who had taken Gordon away came to t he door. "You have secured the prisoner?” asked Rudersdorf. Oue of the men laid a key on the table oa he responded in theualruiulive. "Take this lady down to SophiaOtchkin. They will share the same cubin. hock them in and bring me the key. Keep the door gratings open and watch the prisoners closely. Report any movement of a aus picious kind to me immediately.” ;T0 he CONTINUED.! Cliay. 3E3. Mact., Attorney-at-Lcw, stoom 7. Odd Fellows' Hulldln*. Virginia City, Nevada. voTAitv p”nr.i" 'tin commissiones or OKRI s CHANGE OF FIFE. 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