" With this the prisoner leaped lightly from the
window and disappeared.
[Illustration: "'Watch him, Bim!'"]
For two minutes the guard sat as motionless as though carved from
stone, his fascinated gaze fixed on the gleaming teeth and bloodshot
eyes of the bull-dog that stood rigidly before him. Then a shrill
whistle rang out on the still air, and at its sound the dog, dashing
past him, disappeared like a flash. In another minute Billy Brackett's
lusty strokes were sending his own skiff dancing out towards the middle
of the main channel, while Bim, thumping with his tail in appreciation
of his master's praises, occupied the stern seat as calmly as though
with him such events as those just recorded were of every-day
occurrence.
CHAPTER XIII.
WINN'S LONELY CRUISE.
During the half-hour that Winn allowed to elapse before he considered
it safe to rise from his recumbent position in the bottom of the skiff,
he had ample opportunity to recover his breath, and reflect upon the
new situation into which he had been so strangely forced. At first he
fancied that he heard sounds of pursuit, and momentarily expected to be
greeted by a stern order from the bank to bring the skiff ashore. He
wondered if a failure to comply would be followed by a rifle-shot, and
then began to calculate the chances of being hit in such a case.
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