CHAPTER VI.
DETECTIVE AND WIDOW.
When the Yankee crept in upon his prey he felt sure of securing him.
There's many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip, however.
Our Yankee friend failed to take into consideration the fact that there was a second person in the room.
The young man stared at the Yankee and his revolver as if more surprised than frightened.
"What's the matter, old chap?" uttered the man, with a sneer. "This is my house—"
"You are my prisoner," uttered the Yankee, sternly.
"Who are you?"
"You will learn soon enough, August Bordine."