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JANET LEE
In the Shadow of the
GallOWS.
BY DAVID LOWRY.
CHAPTER xvu-Continued.


Fate for once seemed kind to Grizzle
Meade Even as She spoke, her hus-
band, looking out of the door after Giles
Ellis, saw Indian Joe walking along the
road. It was plain the lame Indian was
under the influence of liquor.
Il see Ju-ee-mo now. He has had
overmuch rum. and he is going the
wrong way. He should be going into,
not out of Salem"
Indian Joel The very man, above all
others! Call him in!" said Grizzle
Meade.
why should I call the drunken vaga-
bond into my house-to pour rum down
his gullet for nothing?" demanded DAN
iel Meade, testify.
DO as I bid you. Call him in"
The landlord, very much against his
will, called Ju-ee-mo into the inn. The
Indian staggered against the door, then
looked stupidity at the landlord. Grizzle
Meade placed seat, and the Indian stag
gered into it.
It was Grizzle Meade who poured out
the rum he drank. It was Grizzle Meade
who stood over him and asked how the
world Jared with him.
World all bad. Everybody going to
the devil. Not Ju-ee-mo. Lots of
witches-lots of witches and devils in
Salem. I see them-the devils. juice
mo see two-legged devils; you see them
every day."
DO you see any lazy devils, Joe?"
The Indian looked up with drunken
gravity at Daniel Meade.
II see-landlord of Globe Inn."
The landlord frowned and turned away,
but Grizzle Meade laughed.
@Aye-your eyesight is good, joe"
Nothing wrong with juice mos eyes
/ see Martin Lee cut throat Winslow's
sheep. I seq"
Il don't believe it," exclaimed tie land.
lord. What sort Of man was he?"
Peace, Daniel. Paw no attention to
him, Joe. You did see some one kill the
Sheep"
"Ju-ee-mo saw-O! yes; saw him kill
horse. Big knife-zzi-ip! So"
The Indian made quick movement
across his throat, uttering q sound in
imitation Of that which knife makes in
cutting piece of cloth.
we know the sheep were killed, and
the horse. But everybody does not know
what you and know. Joe. I know who
killed the sheep, but, like you, keep my
own council. 'Tis well to say Martin
Lee did it. Joe."
The Indian looked at Grizzle Meade in
horror. He attempted to rise, but Griz-
zIe pushed him back into his seat. He
looked at the door, but there was no re-
lief near. Grizzle Meade's black eyes
meanwhile seemed to burn with hidden
fire. There was look in her face which
the Indian had never beheld there, as she
said, sternly:
Tell to others that Martin Lee killed
Winslow's sheep, but confess to me you
saw Giles Ellis do it. He put this fine
story in your mouth.
Again the Ind an tried to rise, and again
Grizzle Meade held him down in his seat.
DO not fear. I will never tell it.. 1t
does not suit me. But neither does it
suit me to let you 90 past my door without
telling you that know who killed the
sheep. You never saw Martin Lee. We're
he here now You would not know him.
Come, is it not so?"
Impelled by the mere force Of her will,
the Indian answered and told the truth.
"Ju-ee-mo did not see Martin Lee.
Never see Martin Lee. Now CO."
NO, mol you did see Giles Ellis do it.
Tell me-tell me and my husband here
how he killed the sheep, and where yon
were when he did it."
The Indian looked hopelessly at the
door again. There was no one in sight,
no sign of relief. He Strengthened him
self il his seat, and looking at Grizzle
and the landlord alternately, said:
i tell truth. You tell tell truth.
Giles he kill us-kin all us. He kill me
III I not tell Mastip Lee Kill sheep. I
come long by Winslow's. See Giles
Ellis. Wonder what he do. Ju-ee-mo
hide behind big stone. See Giles Ellis
60 in field. Catch sheep. Take out big
knife. Cut their throats So"
Again Joe made the sound of knife
cutting cloth.
He kill horse. Cut horse all through.
Brave man, Giles Ellis. He see me. Hold
knife so"
Joe described the manner in which the
knife was pressed against his throat.
Daniel Meade suddenly staggered back,
and, going to cask, drew and drank of
large draught of rum. Then he walked
ont of the inn.
And you swore never to tell" Grizzle
said grimly.
-Ju-ee-mo swore."
well, you have not told. told you.
Was it not me told you Giles Ellis killed
the sheep2 only asked you how he did
it. Have no fear of Giles Ellis. Rather
fear me and keep the secret we'll. Say
to all it was Martin Lee"
Il tell all the same"
AYE, and see you do not vary hair in
your story. But fear me rather than
Giles Ellis, for when ask you to tell the
truth, and you do not tell it was Giles
Ellis, it will go hard with you. rear me,
say"
The Indian looked at her wicked eyes,
fixed upon him sternly, as though she
would search his very soul, with fear and
dread Of her anger. He rose to his feet
Grizzle gave him another draw of rum
took hi1, by the shoulder, turned his face
toward Salem, and bade him begone.
Already her customers were in view
The inn would soon be filed with mer
eseer to discuss the extraordinary occur.
eaces of the past week. Indian Joe had
revealed all he knew, and his place wat
worth ten times more than his presence
now.
Now, then, Giles Ellis" said Grizzle
Meade, as tue Indian staggered back tc
Salem, we are even. The same rope
that hangs me will hang you.
CHAPTER XVIII.
rsD1.S JoE's AWFUL EXPERIENCE
Although Indian Joe's face was towards
Salem, and his toes pointing in the r1gh'
ba uoc sura he was rlplt.