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CHAPTER III. SAND. **Hello, down there!’ Clif had thrown up the window itn a_ twinkling. He leaned far over its sill, piercing the darkuess with probing eyes. Clif recoguized one of the mazines on guard. “Terrence!” he shouted down, but the seutinel, keeping up an unaccountable staring, reeling 1love- ment, suddenly gyrated out of the glare. Clif was out of his room, down the stairs, into the open air below inside of forty-five seconds. He reached the corner of the building ona rapid run, to dodge back summarily. oes A bavoneted gun came ott, a barrier, and warded off further advance. | Stiff and grim, the guard wlro held it uttered a oruff: ‘*Pliwhere’s the password !’’ “Only a minute, Terrence,’’? began Clif, with some aiazement recoguizing 11 his _prin, vigilant “challenger the gyrating marine of the moment pre- vious. “Not a second!’ was thie uncompromising. al- nouncement. ‘“Tust a peep past the corner of the building BS “Shall I place ye under arrist!’’ sternly demanded the Milesian. ‘‘Retoorn to quarthers, ye’ll miss inspection call—— Oh, Faraday, is it?” The gun went down. In every rank Clif was a rare roval favorite. He instantly took avantage of thie aon neS leu- trality. He took a glide past the corner and a stare all _ about that side of thie gs ~~ 3 - - . 7 > ~ mn ‘oret 4 . “9 f d an ae 7 . ¥ he te ay 4 AeN7 ‘a os 3 \ ‘ ; wee. A se, Or \ ‘ is Oe ay ih wie ea a POmmieDOoKs com