Waterbury Democrat., 1901-01-26
The World Against Him By WILL N. HARBEN.
 Copyright, 1900, by AN. Kellogg Newspaper Company.
CHAPTER VIII. X

i hear of the capture. Grim curiosity had ! drawn nearly all the negroes to the l swamp, and the plantation presented a | deserted aspect that had not rested up- i on it since the close of the civil war. ! About noon Capt. Wrinkle, who had been riding from one point of observation to another, came in to rest and refresh himself at the punch-bo1vl of his host. ''The rascal certainly has given them rhe slip so far,'' he said, with unmasked discontent, to the colonel and the ladies On the veranda. As he spoke his glance was bent designedly on Eyelyn's face. It was as if he were deliberately trying to shock her, we'll knowing how she felt on the matter. "The sheriff thinks he is lying under water somewhere with only his nose out. They are going through the swamp again after dinner. however, and then they will come his way. We can see it all on this side. The i line of men is two miles long; and they have sent for pair of bloodhounds!" "Eloodhounds!" cried Evelyn. Why, they will tear him to pieces" Wrinkle smiled broadly over the suc- cess of his coarseness, but he said noth- ing.
 q know I wish it were over." was Car oline Hasbroole's contribution to the conversation; "these things are so dis gusting."
 Evelyn fixed the captain with con- tempsuou gaze.
 But the man may be as innocent as you are,' burst from. her lips. -''I mean," she added, spitefully, Gas inno- cent as you are of killing the old wom- an.'
 Winkle bit his lower lip and twisted his mustache. He gave her his eyes threateningly for a moment, and then took another tack.
 "Fanshaw certainly is making him self conspicuous enough. He's running around shouting like a ranting parson at revival, but these sturdy men take no notice of him whatever"
 The shot told on Evelyn. In the pres ence of her father, she dreaded the dis closure that Wrinkle, in his anger, might make with regard to her intimacy with Ronald; but the old gentleman paid no heed to their innuendoes.
 "He certainly is foolhardy," he joined in; ''but to save me I can but admire the fellows courage. Why" the colonel snapped his fat fingers, If he keeps that sort of thing up, or tries to inter fere when the man is caught, I wouldn't give a pinch of snuff for his life. Some chap like Syd Hart would draw bead on him, and be proud of it till the end of his days.''
 Then Mrs. Lancaster came and put her arms round Evelyn's waist.
 Don't act hastily, my dear,' was her whispered warning; and she drew the girl to the other end of the yeranda Don't you see what he wants?" she asked; he is trying to rouse your fa- ther's suspicious
 About five o'clock the occasional shouts in the swamp grew louder and nearer, and into them was suddenly blended the ominous baying of dogs.
 "The hounds." announced the colonel, tragically.
 And they are out for business" glee- fully added the captain; "they are headed this way"
 Evelyn and Mrs. Lancaster stood lean ing against the baiustrade, their faces towards the swamp.
 Come inside, dear," said the latter. ''It will do no good to witness it."
 But our young lady only shook her head.
 After . few minutes the shouting and paying of the hounds died down. The colonel gave it as his opinion that they were off the track, but that it was only question of time before they would catch the scent again.
 Two hours passed. The sun sank be- hind the distant mountain pc-ks. The sky beyond was as red as blood. The wlsps of clouds lying against, tle noun tain-sides looked like glaciers The landscape took on a delicate veil of gray. Objects in the distance began to assume vague shapes. The dark out lines of the swamp were fast merging into the night.
 They have been taking a zig-zag course," proclaimed Hasbrooke from his end of the veranda. ".The rascal will be as Timber as a rag when he is treed- There are no two ways about it; it's all up with him; the darkness will not be in his favor; nothing but blood will satisfy the fury of that mob"
 Do you mean that the sheriff will not be able 10 control them?" queried Mrs. Lancaster, who had begun to@walk about nervously.
 He'd have to have alot of backbone to even try it, answered her host. He'd be knocked out like a straw in 8 hurricane; murderers of old women stand no chance with these crude An glo-Saxons."
 lt1ad grown dark, save for the light of the moon, which had just risen and loomed up like huge conf1ag grafton be- yond the tree-tops. For yet half an hour only an intermittent shout or the sudden outburst of barking was heard from the swamp, but each time the sounds were nearer. Old Ephraim, as if anticipating his masters desires, drove round the horses and trap.
 "A good ides,' approved the colonel; gentlemen, we might as welEget near- CT. think know where they will come out.
 By all meansl" cried the captain, with enthusiasm. He was tn first to vat l. sA1.