“But I’ve had definite warning!” “From whom?” “I promised not to tell.” “Bah!” The terrorist’s lean face wrinkled contemptuously. “If there was such a warning, its purpose was to frighten us and make our plan fail. We are going to stay here!” Drexel turned to Sonya. “Come, Sonya!” he begged. She wavered, but before she could answer the housekeeper entered with a letter for her. She tore it open. “From Sabatoff,” she said. Then she gave a low moan of despair. “We’ve failed!” “What does it say?” asked Drexel. “‘Plan discovered. White One and Razoff arrested; Delwig seized. Escape!’” “That means we have been sold to the Government!” cried Freeman. “Yes--one of our group must have turned traitor!” cried Sonya. The terrorist’s face grew dark. “And it’s plain who the traitor is!” He whipped out his pistol and sprang toward Drexel. “Well--he’ll never betray again!” But Sonya threw herself before the black weapon. “He is not the traitor!” she cried. “No more than yourself!” “He sold us to the police--that’s how he knows in advance the police are after us. And he’s trying to play innocence by warning us when it’s too late.” Freeman’s eyes flashed vengeful fury. “Stand aside!” Sonya held her place. “I tell you he is innocent!” she said with ringing voice. “If you kill him, it will be plain murder!” Her words had an effect, for he slowly lowered the pistol. “Well, I apologise if I’m--” But Drexel waited not for apology. “Come on!” he cried; and seizing Sonya’s arm he made for the stairway, and dashed down and out into the court, with Freeman and the housekeeper following. But here they suddenly paused. Entering the gateway, the only exit from the high-walled court, they saw a group of shadowy figures. They were too late. “Shall we surrender?” asked Sonya. “Not I!” said Freeman grimly, and drew his pistol. “Not I,” said Sonya. She turned to Drexel. “I forgot. It would be better for you if we surrendered. You’re an American--you’re not so deeply involved as we--the Government cannot be so hard on you.” “I’m in more danger from the gendarmes than any of you,” he returned. “We’ll not surrender.” “Then back to the house,” she said. “We can hold it for a time. Our comrades may gather and come to our rescue. If not--anything is better than falling into the gendarmes’ hands.” They rushed into the house, locked the door, and waited on the lower floor for the attack. In the minute of waiting Sonya’s mind went apprehensively to Borodin. “If the police have learned everything,” she breathed to Drexel, “then they probably have learned that Borodin is Borski. If they have”--there was a sob in her throat--“oh, my poor brother!” Freeman started. “What! Is Borodin really Borski?--the leader of the South Russian revolt?” “Yes,” she said. “And your brother?” “Yes.” “Ah!” he exclaimed. “No wonder you have dared everything to release him!” Sonya sighed tremulously.