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The boy frogled out andthe way At other tie caldron of pitch When he passed into that

stretch of country at whose heart Jesse Purvy dwelt, he raised his

voice in song His singing was very bad, and the ballad lacked tune,

but it served its purpose of saving hih the front of the house was blank, behind its heavy

shutters he knew that his co at

this particular spot

The correctness of his inference brought a brief smile to his lips

when he crossed the creek that skirted the orchard, and heard a stable

door creak softly behind hiain--and watched,

but he did not look back or pause to listen for the hoofbeats of his

unsolicited escort On the soft mud of the road, he would hardly have

heard them, had he bent his ear and drawn rein He rode at a walk, for

his train would not leave until five o'clock in theThere was