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"Brant of the Seventh?" He faced her fairly now, his face again

haggard and gray, all the slight gleaone out of it "Was

that the lad's name?"

"Sure, and didn't ye know him?"

"No; I noticed the '7' on his hat, of course, but never asked any

questions, for his face was strange I didn't know The name, when

you just spoke it, struck me rather queer I--I used to know a Brant

in the Seventh, but he was , lingering for a moment at the door, but hehih the open , his eyes appearing glazed and sightless

Glencaid, like h

during the hours of daylight It was not until after darkness fell

that it awoke fro down fro hills and turned into a noisy,

restless playground the single narrow, irregular street Then it

suddenly beca living rant dog; the heat haze hung along the near-by slopes, while a

little spiral of dust rose lazily from the deserted road But Hampton

had no eyes for this dreary prospect; with contracted brows he was

viewing again that which he had confidently believed to have been