us in, and say no more about it, for have our fling, we will.”

The mob had edged nearer, until now they surged around the entrance so close to Dolores that she felt the breath of the leaders. She noticed with sharp wonderment that Yellow Rufe was not among the foremost; but she was given no time to surmise, for the mob pressed on until she was forced either to risk an advance or give ground. A little shock rippled through her when she turned swiftly to see how Milo fared, and found him gone. The mob saw it, too, and seethed about her with hungry faces.

“Come on, lads!” they howled. “Milo’s gone inside to open up the loot for us.” A grimy hand snatched at the girl’s tunic, and in a flash the entrance was choked with fiercely striving shapes.