For answer Milton Caukins held out the telegram. It was from the State authorities; its purport that the Colonel was to form a posse and be prepared to aid, to the extent of his powers, the New York detectives who were coming on the early evening train. The fugitive from justice had left New York and been traced to Hallsport. "I've had a premonition of this--it's the last stroke, Tave--here, in his home--among us--and his mother!--and, in duty bound, I, of all others, must be the man to finish the ugly job--" Octavius Buzzby's face worked strangely. "It's tough for you, Colonel, but I guess a Maine man knows his whole duty--only, for God's sake, don't ask me!" It was a groan rather than an ejaculation. The two continued to talk in a low tone. "I shall call for volunteers and then get them sworn in--it means stiff work for to-night. We'll keep this from Aurora, Tave; she mustn't know _this_." "Yes, if we can. Are you going to ask any of our own folks to volunteer, Milton?" In times of great stress and sorrow his townspeople called the Colonel by his Christian name. "No; I'm going to ask some of the men who don't know him well--some of the foreigners; Poggi's one. He'll know some others up in The Gore. And I don't believe, Tave, there's one of our own would volunteer, do you?" "No, I don't. We can't go that far; it would be like cutting our own throats." "You're right, Tave--that's the way I feel; but"--he squared his shoulders--"it's got to be done and the sooner it's over the better for us all--but, Tave, I hope to God he'll keep out of our way!" "Amen," said Octavius Buzzby. The two stood together in the office a moment longer in gloomy silence, then they went out into the street. "Well, I must get to work," said the Colonel finally, "the time's scant. I'll telephone my wife first. We can't keep this to ourselves long; everybody, from the quarrymen to the station master, will be keen on the scent." "I'm glad no reward was offered," said Octavius. "So am I." The Colonel spoke emphatically. "The roughscuff won't volunteer without that, and I shall be reasonably certain of some good men--God! and I'm saying this of Champney Googe--it makes me sick; who'd have thought it--who'd have thought it--" He shook his head, and stepped into the telephone booth. Octavius waited for him. "I've warned Mrs. Caukins," he said when he came out, "and told her how things stand; that I'd try to get Poggi, and that I sha'n't be at home to-night. She says tell Aileen to tell Mrs. Champney she will esteem it a great favor if she will let her come up to-night; she has one of her nervous headaches and doesn't want to be alone with the children and 'Lias. You could take her up, couldn't you?" "I guess she can come, and I'll take her up 'fore supper; I don't want to be gone after dark," he added with meaning emphasis. "I understand, Tave; I'm going over to Poggi's now." The two parted with a hand-clasp that spoke more than any words. XIII