ILLUSTRATIONS.
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| “ANY THING GOING ON TO-NIGHT?” VAN CLEEF ASKED THE POLICE SERGEANT | Frontispiece |
| “IF YOU MUST GO TO WORK AT ONCE, WHY NOT TRY JOURNALISM?” | 14 |
| VAN CLEEF SAID SOMETHING TO THE CITY EDITOR IN A LOW TONE | 30 |
| A HOARSE VOICE SHOUTED THE OMINOUS WORD “SPOTTER” | 68 |
| “I DON’T SEE HOW WE CAN BREAK THROUGH THAT RULE, EVEN IN YOUR CASE” | 96 |
| AS HE WAS STOOPING TO SET FIRE TO THE READY FUEL, THE SOUND OF HIS OWN NAME CAUSED HIM TO DROP THE MATCH | 150 |
| THE STRIKERS REORGANIZING THE MILITIA | 192 |
| THE CAR PLUNGED FORWARD, TURNED COMPLETELY OVER, AND CRUSHED POOR MYLES BENEATH IT | 212 |
| THE NEXT MOMENT HE FOUND HIMSELF STANDING ON THE PLATFORM BESIDE THE COLONEL | 226 |
| HE LEANED GLOOMILY AGAINST THE MANTEL SHELF THAT NEARLY FILLED ONE SIDE OF THE ROOM | 248 |
| “WHO ARE YOU?” SAID BILL, HOLDING ON TO TIGE WITH ALL HIS MIGHT | 310 |
| “IT’S ALL RIGHT, OLD MAN. YOUR SPACE HAS BEEN MEASURED, AND THE FULL BILL IS ALLOWED” | 342 |