Tombstone epitaph., 1917-04-01
CHAPTER tv-Continued.

With the closing of the doors behinc him, in the dim light he distinguished al the other end of the room the high platform and desk where the judges were to sit. when the court had been transferred from old Vincennes. Re hind the high-backed desk he would be absolutely concealed from view. de made himself comfortable behind it and settled down to what promised to be wait of several hours. Above him a square of azure showed through the unfinished roof. The afternoon was warm David was more tired than he had realized. He grew drowsy, nodded slept
 When he awoke, without raising his head. his ears caught the murmur of voices that had seemed to run through his dreams. All the light had faded from the room, a star shone through the unt nished roof high above him. The vo:ces ran on at his ear. He could hear them more plainly now.
 Money? Why, l tell you, man, there's barrels of 1t waiting at Nal den" The voice was impatient, a guttural hlrshness checked with an effort to a whisper; sometimes it rose as though its owner could with diff culty constsain himself to caution.
 Barrels of 1t. tell you. Heaps O good dollars like maize in the Indian villages"
 But do you think he is with us!" David could scarcely repress a start at the second voice.
 The first speaker Eruuted contemp- tuously. And with blood on his head? You're as sure of him as you are of me-"
 The voice that answered was one of heart. frIendliness.
 There. there Captain Girty. no of fense. But you'll admit that I was sent over to treat with you and you only. And now you propose the name of this man. You must admit, Cap tain Girty. that there's 6 bare chance he would prefer a Yankee to an Eng fish commission"
 The man addressed as Girty swore Irritably.
 American? He hain't no more American than l be. You promise him a nice berth with the kings com mission and protection and he'll take 1t"
 And If ne refuses?"
 "No ones the wiser. I'll cut his throat easy enough"
 David thought tte husky giggle which accompanied the words would have graced Satan.
 "Well, we'll meet him tonight, then. Where dc you say he's to be foundf"
 Wen meet at the forge at the cor ner of Oak lane and Walnut-Israel Butts smithy. He slips in and out when he pleases."
 'We'l meet there at midnlghtT"
 Whereabouts. Give me time to git some O this liquor. We don't git good wine every day in the wilderness" 1" And the backwoodsman chuckled agaiu vheezily.
 David heard the faint shuttle of the British agents steps as the two moved away. The second man must be bare foot, he thought. Then came the just audible sound of the closing doors and be was alone. He rose and hastened through the growing darkness like a Attered ghost. He had still another rendezvous with traitors to keep that sight.
 With a grunt . portly passer-by felt ais impact as he turned the corner: ii was Cranmer himself, lingering on ele say to his iEn-
 "why, it's David!" he exclaimed with blun friendliness. How are you young man?" He crushed David's cold fngers in a mighty grasp. My boy Ae went on sturdily. i've seen noth. sng in this town all day long but drunken backwoodsmen- I don't think they're folk you can depend on- stick to old John Wesley, rest his honest soul. I'm a Methodist, l am even In a town where there's none te preach. I'm hurrying back to my daughter. and then we'll have family prayers together. Won't you join usr
 He besmed on David with the ex pressIon of one ready to suffer the In ouisItion. But David stared at hin in silence with a strange look ana then abruptly turned away. What fool he had been to trust these Gran mers for . momentl He caught him seIf-Lydia. for aught he really knew xas Innocent of her fathers intrigues
 
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