Open, desolate, and lonely, the scene gave her a cold thrill.
"Did your uncle Al ever write anythin' about a man named Beasley ?" asked Dale.
"Indeed he did," replied Helen, with a start of surprise.

"Beasley! That name is familiar to us--and detestable.

My uncle complained of this man for years.

Then he grew bitter--accused Beasley.

But the last year or so not a word!" "Well, now," began the hunter, earnestly, "let's get the bad news over.
I'm sorry you must be worried.