Then, of a sudden, a broad flash of lightning flared down into the cut and revealed them to each other.
“Reddy!” cried the boy. “Reddy!”
The sentry sprang toward him with uplifted club, his face distorted with rage.
“Don’t you know me, Reddy?” cried Allan, springing back to avoid the blow.
“Sure Oi knows y’!” shouted the madman, savagely, coming on. “An’ Oi’m a-goin’ t’ do fer y’, like Dan told me to. He told me y’re all in th’ plot ag’in me!”
“It’s a lie, Reddy!” protested Allan, violently. “It’s a lie!”
Reddy paused for an instant.
“A loi, is it?” he repeated. “Wasn’t it you as told on me fer breakin’ that link motion?”
“Yes,” admitted the boy; “but—”
