"Come, come, don't talk. Take this medicine like a good boy, and go to
sleep."

With childlike obedience the detective swallowed the draught, which soon
took possession of his senses, and he fell asleep.

The widow quietly sat beside him until the opiate had taken full effect.
Then muttering "You are safe for four and twenty hours," she descended
to her divining-room, leaving the detective deep in slumber, and in
complete ignorance of his surroundings.




CHAPTER X.

ON THE WATCH.


Sam Slade and Chip had been comrades at arms for almost two years. Many
a dashing capture had they made Adventures and hair-breadth escapes were
of frequent occurrence with the two "dare-devils," as the force had
dubbed them, and before now each had saved the other's life by some bold
stroke or skillful strategy.

Satisfied that Chip was in danger, if not of his life at least of his
liberty, Sam hastened to his room, and with the aid of soap and water
resumed his natural appearance. The jaunty-looking Irish lad, Barney
O'Hara, would never be recognized in the young gentleman who looked at