Part 91 (1/2)

He came hastily down the ladder and sat down on the dirty ground, with the infernal engine beside him.

By-and-by he got up and tried to warm his hands and feet by motion, and at last he recovered his fort.i.tude, and went softly and cat-like up the steps again, in spite of the various dangers he incurred.

Of what was this man's mind composed, whom neither a mere bribe could buy to do this deed, nor pure fanaticism without a bribe; but, where both inducements met, neither the risk of immediate death, nor of imprisonment for life, nor both dangers united, could divert him from his deadly purpose, though his limbs shook, and his body was bedewed with a cold perspiration?

He reached the top of the ladder, he put his hand inside the grate; there was an aperture, but he could not find the bottom. He hesitated.

Here was a fresh danger: if he let the box fall it might explode at once and send him to eternity.

Once more he came softly down, and collected all the tow and wool he could find. He went up the ladder and put these things through the grating; they formed a bed.

Then he went back for the fatal box, took it up the ladder with beating heart, laid it softly in its bed, uncoiled the fuse and let it hang down.

So now these two fiendish things were placed, and their devilish tails hanging out behind them. The fuses had been cut with the utmost nicety to burn the same length of time--twelve minutes.

But Cole was too thoughtful and wary to light the fuses until everything was prepared for his escape. He put the ladder on board the boat, disposed the oars so that he could use them at once; then crept to the engine-chimney, kneeled down beside the fuse, looked up at the faint light glimmering above, and took off his hat.

With singular cunning and forethought he had pasted a piece of sandpaper into his hat. By this means he lighted a lucifer at once, and kept it out of sight from the windows, and also safe from the weather; he drew the end of the fuse into the hat, applied the match to it out of sight, then blew the match out and darted to his other infernal machine. In less than ten seconds he lighted that fuse too; then stepped into the boat, and left those two devilish sparks creeping each on its fatal errand. He pulled away with exulting bosom, beating heart, and creeping flesh. He pulled swiftly up stream, landed at the bridge, staggered up the steps, and found Coventry at his post, but almost frozen, and sick of waiting.

He staggered up to him and gasped out, ”I've done the trick, give me the bra.s.s, and let me go. I see a halter in the air.” His teeth chattered.

But Coventry, after hoping and fearing for two hours and a half, had lost all confidence in his a.s.sociate, and he said, ”How am I to know you've done anything?”

”You'll see and you'll hear,” said Cole. ”Give me the bra.s.s.”

”Wait till I see and hear,” was the reply.

”What, wait to be nabbed? Another minute, and all the town will be out after me. Give it me, or I'll take it.”

”Will you?” And Coventry took out a pistol and c.o.c.ked it. Cole recoiled.

”Look here,” said Coventry; ”there are one hundred and fifty sovereigns in this bag. The moment I receive proof you have not deceived me, I give you the bag.”

”Here, where we stand?”

”Here, on this spot.”

”Hus.h.!.+ not so loud. Didn't I hear a step?”

They both listened keenly. The fog was thick by this time.

Cole whispered, ”Look down the river. I wonder which will go off first?

It is very cold; very.” And he shook like a man in an ague.

Both men listened, numbed with cold, and quivering with the expectation of crime.

A clock struck twelve.

At the first stroke the confederates started and uttered a cry. They were in that state when everything sudden shakes men like thunder.