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face downward upon the cot.
An hour later he started up listening. Something was at
the door trying to enter.
D’Arnot reached for the loaded rifle and placed it to his
shoulder.
Dusk was falling, and the interior of the cabin was very
dark; but the man could see the latch moving from its
place.
He felt his hair rising upon his scalp.
Gently the door opened until a thin crack showed some-
thing standing just beyond.
D’Arnot sighted along the blue barrel at the crack of the
door—and then he pulled the trigger.