inued； turning to Jacob。
〃Me not know all mens。〃
〃Go on；〃 said the Sergeant curtly。
〃Dis man Rosenblatt。 Dis man Polak； Kravicz。 Not know where he live。〃
〃It would be difficult； I am thinking； for any one to tell where he lives now；〃 said the Sergeant grimly； 〃and it does not much matter for my purpose。〃
〃Poor chap；〃 said the doctor； 〃it's too bad。〃
〃What？〃 said the Sergeant； glancing at him； 〃well； it is too bad； that is true。 But they are a bad lot； these Galicians。〃
〃Poor chap；〃 continued the doctor； looking down upon him； 〃perhaps he has got a wife and children。〃
A murmur rose among the men。
〃No； he got no wife；〃 said Jacob。
〃Thank goodness for that！〃 said the doctor。 〃These fellows are a bit rough；〃 he continued； 〃but they have never had a chance； nor even half a chance。 A beastly tyrannical government at home has put the fear of death on them for this world； and an ignorant and superstitious Church has kept them in fear of purgatory and hell fire for the next。 They have never had a chance in their own land； and so far； they have got no better chance here； except that they do not live in the fear of Siberia。〃 The doctor had his own views upon the foreign peoples in the West。
〃That is all right； Doctor；〃 said the Sergeant； despite the Calvinism of generations beating in his heart； 〃it is hard on them； but there is nobody compelling them here to drink and fight like a lot of brutes。〃
〃But who is to teach them any better？〃 said the doctor。
〃Come on；〃 said the Sergeant； 〃who is this？〃 pointing to the dark… bearded man lying in the corner。
〃Dis man；〃 said Jacob； 〃strange man。〃
〃Any of you know him here？〃 asked the Sergeant。
There was a murmur of voices。
〃What do they say？〃
〃No one know him。 He drink much beer。 He very drunk。 He play cards wit' Rosenblatt；〃 said Jacob。
〃Playing cards； eh？ I think we will be finding something now。 Who else was in the card game？〃
Again a murmur of voices arose。
〃Dis Polak man；〃 said Jacob； 〃and Rosenblatt； and dat man dere； and〃
Half a dozen voices rose in explanation； and half a dozen hands eagerly pointed out the big Dalmatian； who stood back among the crowd pale with terror。
〃Come up here； you；〃 said the Sergeant to him。
Instead of responding； with one bound the Dalmatian was at the door； and hurled the two men aside as if they were wooden pegs。 But before he could tear open the door； the Sergeant was on him。 At once the Dalmatian grappled with him in a fierce struggle。 There was a quick angry growl from the crowd。 They all felt themselves to be in an awkward position。 Once out of the room； it would be difficult for any police officer to associate them in any way with the crime。 The odds were forty to one。 Why not make a break for liberty？ A rush was made for the struggling pair at the door。
〃Get back there！〃 roared the Sergeant； swinging his baton and holding off his man with the other hand。
At the same instant the doctor； springing up from his patient； and taking in the situation； put down his head and bored through the crowd in the manner which at one time had been the admiration and envy of his fellow…students in Manitoba College； till he found himself side by side with the Sergeant。
〃Well done！〃 cried the Sergeant； in cheerful approval； 〃you are the lad！ We will just be teaching these chaps a fery good lesson； whateffer；〃 continued the Sergeant； lapsing in his excitement into his native dialect。 〃Here you；〃 he cried to the big Dalmatian who was struggling and kicking in a frenzy of fear and rage； 〃will you not keep quiet？ Take that then。〃 And he laid no gentle tap with his baton across the head of his captive。
The Dalmatian staggered to the wall and collapsed。 There was a flash of steel and a click； and he lay handcuffed and senseless at the Sergeant's side。
〃I hate to do that；〃 said the Sergeant apologetically； 〃but on this occasion it cannot be helped。 That was a good one； Doctor；〃 he continued； as the doctor planted his left upon an opposing Galician chin； thereby causing a sudden subsidence of its owner。 〃These men have not got used to us yet； and we will just have to be patient with them；〃 said the Sergeant； laying about with his baton as opportunity offered； not in any slashing wholesale manner； but making selection； and delivering his blows with the eye and hand of an artist。 He was handling the situation gently and with discretion。 Still the crowd kept pressing hard upon the two men at the door。
〃We must put a stop to this；〃 said the Sergeant seriously。 〃Here you！〃 he called to Jacob above the uproar。
Jacob pushed nearer to him。
〃Tell these fellows that I am not wanting to hurt any of them； but if they do not get quiet soon； I will attack them and will not spare them； and that if they quit their fighting； none of them will be hurt except the guilty party。〃
At once Jacob sprang upon a beer keg and waving his arms wildly； he secured a partial silence； and translated for them the Sergeant's words。
〃And tell them； too；〃 said the doctor in a high； clear voice； 〃there is a man dying over there that I have got to attend to right now； and I haven't time for this foolishness。〃
As he spoke； he once more bored his way through the crowd to the side of Rosenblatt； who was continuing to gasp painfully and spit blood。 The moment of danger was past。 The excited crowd settled down again into an appearance of stupid anxiety； awaiting they knew not what。
〃Now then；〃 said the Sergeant； turning to the Dalmatian who had recovered consciousness and was standing sullen and passive。 He had made his attempt for liberty； he had failed； and now he was ready to accept his fate。 〃Ask him what is his name；〃 said the Sergeant。
〃He say his name John Jarema。〃
〃And what has he got to say for himself？〃
At this the Dalmatian began to speak with eager gesticulation。
〃What is he saying？〃 enquired the Sergeant。
〃Dis man say he no hurt no man。 Dis man；〃 pointing to the dead Polak； 〃play cards； fight； stab knife into his arm；〃 said Jacob； pulling up the Dalmatian's coat sleeve to show an ugly gash in the forearm。 〃Jarema bit him on head； shake him bad； and trow him in corner on noder man。〃
Again the Dalmatian broke forth。
〃He say he got no knife at all。 He cannot make hole like dat wit' his finger。〃
〃Well； we shall see about that；〃 said the Sergeant。 〃Now where is that other man？〃 He turned toward the corner。 The corner was empty。 〃Where has he gone？〃 said the Sergeant； peering through the crowd for a black…whiskered face。
The man was nowhere to be seen。 The Sergeant was puzzled and angered。 He lined the men up around the walls； but the man was not to be found。 As each man uttered his name； there were always some to recognize and to corroborate the information。 One man alone seemed a stranger to all in the company。 He was clean shaven； but for a moustache with ends turned up in military manner； and with an appearance of higher intelligence than the average Galician。
〃Ask him his name；〃 said the Sergeant。
The man replied volubly； and Jacob interpreted。
〃His name； Rudolph Polkoff； Polak man。 Stranger； come to dis town soon。 Know no man here。 Some man bring him here to dance。〃
The Sergeant kept his keen eye fastened on the man while he talked。
〃Well； he looks like a smart one。 Come here；〃 he said； beckoning the stranger forward into the better light。
The man came and stood with his back to Rosenblatt。
〃Hold up your hands。〃
The man stared blankly。 Jacob interpreted。 He hesitated a moment； then held up his hands above his head。 The Sergeant turned him about。
〃You will not be having any weepons on you？〃 said the Sergeant； searching his pockets。 〃Hello！ What's this？〃 He pulled out the false beard。
The same instant there was a gasping cry from Rosenblatt。 All turned in his direction。 Into his dim eyes and pallid face suddenly sprang life； fear and hate struggling to find expression in the look he fixed upon the stranger。 With a tremendous effort he raised his hand； and pointing to the stranger with a long； dirty finger； he gasped； 〃Arresthe murder〃 and fell back again unconscious。
Even as he spoke there was a quick movement。 The lantern was dashed to the ground； the room plunged into darkness and before the Sergeant knew what had happened； the stranger had shaken himself free from his grasp； torn open the door and fled。
With a mighty oath； the Sergeant was after him； but the darkness and the crowd interfered with his progress； and by the time he had reached the door； the man had completely vanished。 At the door stood Murchuk with the ambulance。
〃See a man run out here？〃 demanded the Sergeant。
〃You bet！ He run like buck deer。〃
〃Why didn't you stop him？〃 cried the Sergeant。
〃Stop him！〃 replied the astonished Murchuk； 〃would you stop a mad crazy bull？ No； no； not me。〃
〃Get that man inside to the hospital then。 He won't hurt you；〃 exclaimed the Sergeant in wrathful contempt。 〃I'll catch that man if I have to arrest every Galician in this city！〃
It was an unspeakable humiliation to the Sergeant； but with such vigour did he act； that before the morning dawned； he had every exit from the city by rail and by trail under surveillance； and before a week was past； by adopting the very simple policy of arresting every foreigner who attempted to leave the town； he had secured his man。
It was a notable arrest。 From all the evidence； it seemed that the prisoner was a most dangerous criminal。 The principal source of evidence； however； was Rosenblatt； whose deposition was taken down by the Sergeant and the doctor。
The man； it appeared； was known by many names； Koval； Kolowski； Polkoff and others； but his real name was Michael Kalmar。 He was a determined and desperate Nihilist； was wanted for many crimes by the Russian police； and had spent some years as a convict in Siberia where； if justice had its due； he would be at the present time。 He had cast off his wife and children； whom he had shipped to Canada。 Incidentally it came out that it was only Rosenblatt's generosity that had intervened between them and starvation。 Balked in one of his desperate Nihilist schemes by Rosenblatt； who held a position of t