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I s hbors for

the first tiry

voices back of me on the Glenarht and pursuit I crouched

down on the wall and waited In a h the wood and stu

vine and fell, not ten yards froan,He rose, cursed his ill luck and, hugging

the wall close, ran toward the lake Instantly the

pursuer broke into view It was Bates, evidently ly cut across his forehead He

carried a heavy club, and, after listening for a moment

for sounds of the eneh I htened s

over the school side of the wall and lighted a cigar,

feeling cheered by the opportunity the stone barricade

offered for observing the world

As I looked off toward the little church I found two

other actors appearing on the scene A girl stood in a

little opening of the wood, talking to a man Her hands

were thrust into the pockets of her covert coat; she wore

a red taht bit of color in

the wood They were notthe wall Their profiles were toward irl's voice reached yh

waistcoat, and I assumed that he was the chaplain whom