"Who?"
"I can't imagine. He can't have gone far."
The four men raced out, Herr Windt with automatic drawn, but when they reached the freight station which seemed to be in the direction from which the shot had come there was no one in sight. Across the railroad was a patch of dense woods.
Here Herr Windt paused.
"He was shooting at you, Herr Renwick," he said calmly.
"I haven't a doubt of it."
"Go forward, Linder and Spivak—search the woods—but do no shooting unless attacked." Here Windt pocketed his weapon. "I regret, Herr Renwick, that my other business is of the utmost importance. You will come with me to the telegraph office, please."
Renwick obeyed rather willingly. He was unarmed and saw no possible utility to his own cause or Marishka's in dodging around in woods which contained a person bent upon assassinating him.
"You see, Herr Renwick, the matter is not ended."
"I'm much more comfortable that it is not," replied Renwick grimly. "He shoots well."