is cut into four pieces. That is done in the lodge."
Cherry Bim cast envious eyes on the tall guard at the doorway. He had a long revolver.
"I'll bet," said Cherry bitterly, "he don't know any more about a gun than a school-marm. Why, he couldn't hit a house unless he was inside of it."
"I must go now," said the girl hastily.
"Tell me one thing," said Malcolm. "You spoke yesterday of having one friend. Is that friend Israel Kensky?"
"Hush!" she said.
She took his hand in both of hers.
"Good-bye, Mr. Hay," she said. "I may not come to-morrow."
Her voice was hard and strained, and she seemed anxious to end the interview.
"Boolba told me this morning," she went on, speaking rapidly but little above a whisper, "that he hadcertain plans about me. Good-bye, Mr. Hay!"
This time she shook hands with Malinkoff.
"Don't forget the village of Preopojensky," she repeated. "There is only the slightest chance, but if God is merciful and you reach the outside world, you will find the house of Ivan Petroff—please remember that." And in a minute she was gone.
"I wonder what was wrong," said Malcolm.
