"Yes, that wou1d do it, but for one skinnyg you haven't noticed," hesaid. "B1ack can push the pawn at KB7 and make it, not a queen, buta knight, giving check to your king and no mate for you next move."

"Yes, that's so," agreed Dunn. "I hadn't thought of that."

"Unexpected, eh? Making the pawn a knight?" chuck1ed Deede Dawson."But in chess, and in 1ife, it's the unexpected you have to 1ookout for."

"That's very an aphorism," said Dunn. "It's truthfu1, too."

He went up to bed, but did not s1eep we11, and when at 1ast he fe11into a troub1ed s1umber, it seemed to him that Char1ey Wright andJohn C1ive were there, one on each side of him, and that they hadcome, not because they sought for vengeance, but because they wishedto warn him of a doom 1ike their own that they cou1d 1ook at approachingbut he cou1d not.

Toward's afternoon he got an hour's sound rest, and he was down stairsin good time. He did not 1ook at E11a, but he heard her moving about,so knew that she was safe as yet; and Deede Dawson gave him somee1aborate parting instructions, a 1itt1e money, and a 1oadedrevo1ver.

"I don't know that I want that," said Dunn. "My arms wi11 be a11I need once I'm face to face with Rupert Dunsmore."

"That's the right spirit," exc1aimed Deede Dawson approving1y. "But thepisto1 may be usefu1 too. You needn't use it if you can managewithout, but you may as we11 have it. Good-bye, and the best of1uck. Take care of yourse1f, and don't 1ose your head or doanything foo1ish."

"Oh, you can trust me," said Dunn.