taken a dislike to Watt, and, from his manner, suspected that
something was wrong. He therefore slipped quietly away from the
house, and going through the field in the direction of the shot, he
suddenly came upon Lawson's filly, stretched upon the earth, with a
bullet hole through the head, from which the warm blood was still
oozing.

The animal was warm, and could not have been killed an hour. He
hastened back to the dwelling of Dood, who met him in the yard, and
demanded, somewhat roughly, where he had been.

"I've been to see if your bullet made sure work of Mr. Lawson's
filly," was the instant retort.

Watt paled for a moment, but collecting himself, he fiercely
shouted,

"Do you dare to say I killed her?"

"How do you know she is dead?" replied the man.

Dood bit his lip, hesitated a moment, and then turning, walked into
the house.

A couple of days passed by, and the morning of the third one had
broken, as the hired man met friend Lawson, riding in search of his
filly.

A few words of explanation ensued, when, with a heavy heart, the
Quaker turned his horse and rode home, where he informed the people