creaking attesting the fact, followed by the heavy breathing of
men, the noise of subdued activity, the scent of chloroform.
Some whispering, and then the creaking of the gate.

"They've gone," whispered Anguish. Lorry's form arose to a
crouching posture and a moment later he was crossing the road
with the tread of a cat, his cane gripped firmly in his hard.
Anguish followed with drawn revolver. So still was their
approach that they were upon the figure of a man before they were
aware of the fact. In the darkness the foremost American saw the
outline of a human figure bending over a long object on the
ground. He could smell chloroform strongly, and grasped the
situation. The Viennese was administering the drug, his
companions having left that duty for him to perform. No doubt
the treacherous guardsman was lying calmly on his back, bound and
gagged, welcoming unconsciousness with a smile of security.

As soon as Lorry gained his bearings fully he prepared to fell
the wretch who was to stand watch. Anguish heard his friend's
figure suddenly shoot to an erect position. A whirring sound as
of disturbed air and then a dull thud. Something rolled over on
the ground, and all was still. He was at Lorry's side in an
instant.

"I hope I haven't killed him," whispered, Lorry. "Quick! Here
is his bottle of ether. Hold it beneath his nose. I am going to
pile the body of this guard crosswise on top of him. He will not
be able to arise if he should recover consciousness."

All this was done in a moment's time, and the two trackers were