He followed the cold stars by night and the easy landmarks by day, and for food he had the stock of raisins he had bought at Johnstown.

He came out of the heights and dropped down into Glenn Crossing in the gloom of the second evening.

But raisins are meager support for such a bulk as that of Bull Hunter.

It was a gaunt-faced giant who looked in at the door of the shop where the blacksmith was working late.

The mechanic looked up with a start at the deep voice of the stranger, but he managed to stammer forth his tidings.