other men were in love with her, such a radiant personality held
its potent attraction for men, but for all that, she was going to
belong to him--Carrington! She did like him; she had shown it in
a hundred little ways during the last week, and he would give her
up to no man--give her up?--there wasn't the least tie between
them--except that kiss--and she was furious because of it. There
was nothing for him to do but efface himself. He would go now,
before the boat started--and an instant later, when Betty,
remembering, turned to speak to him, his place by the rail was
deserted.




CHAPTER IX

JUDGE SLOCUM PRICE


Athat day Hannibal was haunted by the memory of what he had heard
and seen at Slosson's tavern. More than this, there was his
terrible sense of loss, and the grief he could not master, when
his thin, little body was shaken by sobs. Marking the course of
the road westward, he clung to the woods, where his movements
were as stealthy as the very shadows themselves. He shunned the
scattered farms and the infrequent settlements, for the fear was
strong with him that he might be followed either by Murrell or
Slosson. But as the dusk of evening crept across the land, the
great woods, now peopled by strange shadows, sent him forth into
the highroad. He was beginning to be very tired, and hunger