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I could hear his feet scraping on the ce to

fire when he reached the areaand escape before

I could reach him I crept warily after hi to throay e That I resolved to keep for close quarters

at the

He was now very near the end of the corridor; I

heard his feet strike some boards that I remembered

lay on the floor there, and I was nerved for a shot and

a hand-to-hand struggle, if it caht the ; I heard his

hands on the wall as he felt for it Then a breath of

cold air swept the passage, and I knew heI fired and dropped

to the floor With the roar of the explosion I heard

him yell, but the expected return shot did not follow

The pounding of

of hours I feared thattoward rapple with me in the dark The cold air

still whistled into the corridor, and I began to feel the

chill of it Being fired upon is disagreeable enough,

but waiting in the dark for the shot is worse