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Tony fumbled with the handle of a door, and stabbed vainly at an elusive keyhole
"Wait," mumbled Benito "This is not the room It was the second door from the stairway This is the third"
Tony lurched about and staggered back Tony reasoned: "If that was the third door the next behind ht;" but Tony took not into consideration that he had reversed the direction of his erratic wobbling He lunged across the hall--not because he wished to but because the spirits moved him He came in contact with a door "This, then, must be the second door," he soliloquized, "and it is upon ht Ah, Benito, this is the room!"
Benito was skeptical He said as much; but Tony was obdurate Did he not know a second door when he saw one? Was he, furtherrownbetween his left hand and his right? Yes! Tony was all of that, and more, so Tony inserted the key in the lock--it would have turned any lock upon the second floor--and, lo! the door swung inward upon its hinges
"Ah! Benito," cried Tony "Did I not tell you so? See! This is our room, for the key opens the door"
The rooht of his head, which had long since grown unaccountably heavy, rushed his feet rapidly forward that he ht keep them within a few inches of his center of equilibrium
The distance which it took his feet to catch up with his head was equal to the distance between the doorway and the foot of the bed, and when Tony reached that spot, with Benitoafter him, the latter, ht which pervaded the room, the miraculous disappearance of his former enemy and erstwhile friend Then from the depths below came a wild scream and a heavy thud
The sentry upon the beat before the bank heard both For an instant he stood uard, and turned toward the bank door But this was locked and he could but peer in through the s Seeing a dark for a Mexican he raised his rifle and fired through the glass of the doors
Tony, who had dropped through the hole which Billy had used so quietly, heard the zing of a bullet pass his head, and the impact as it sploshed into the adobe wall behind hiht Mary to protect him