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Werner's sunburned face went purple "Gott im Himmel!" he roared "Did the fool keep my letters?"

"No, but he copied them into his journal, with all sorts of other data of vital interest to the A his journal My great regret is that I've so neglected that docu quickness for a stout man, Werner pulled a revolver froer

"I want that box, Moore!" he roared

Quick as a cat, Ernest crossed the room, and with a twist of Werner's wrist disarmed him

"None of that!" he said

"Keep your shirt on, Mr Werner!" said Roger "You're going to need it, take my word for that!"

Werner bit his nails for a moment "Very well, sir Give me back the box and I'll turn back the contract"

"Not on your life! You turn back the contract and I'll give you a week to get out of the country before I turn the box over to the Department of Justice Just one week, , you can't do that! It would be a dirty trick! Why, it's blackmail!" Ernest dropped the revolver on the table with a thud

"Good God, Ernest! Blackainst the physical and moral fiber of your country! Blacks that can't be done, Ern! Life's full of forbidden trails My te was another And the one most impossible of all for a real man to take is the one you're headed toward--a realnervously at his thuer blackly Then he turned abruptly to Ernest

"And you!" he roared "A fine German you are, you milk sop! A beautiful muddle you've made of this Von Minden's letters here for months and what use have they come to? There'd have been an Iron Cross in this for you, had you shown sense"

Ernest gave a sudden short laugh "An Iron Cross would have been a wonderful reward for breaking up a man's life friendship An Iron Cross! My word! Where's your sense of huer

"Da a heavy envelope froht it and after exa the contents, put it into his own pocket with a nod

"Now, Mr Werner," he said, "if you'll just annex Gustav, and plan to leave at sun down, Hackett will drive you in with Preble's team I hate to lose Gustav He was born to be a white man, poor devil"