I plugged away valiantly with what shots I had left, then leaving just one more in the chamber of each gun, I hurried around in the shadow, my blood up, to help them.
With the aid of the officer, they had just forced the light door and
Searchlight had been allowed to leap in ahead of them, as I came up.
"Here," I said to Lockwood, handing him back his gun, "take it, there is just one shot left."
I, at least, had expected to find one, perhaps two desperate men waiting for us. Evidently our ruse had worked. The room was dark, but there seemed to be no one in it, though we could hear sounds as though some one were hastily barricading the door that led from the front to the room at which I had been firing.
Lockwood struck a match.
"Confound it, don't!" muttered Craig, knocking it from his hand. "They can see us well enough without helping them."
"Chester!"
We stood transfixed. It was a woman's voice. Where did it come from?
Could she be in the room?
"Chester—is that you?"
"Yes, Inez. Where are you?"