CHAPTER VII.
THE TRAMP MAKES ANOTHER CALL My readers will naturally be surprised at the tramp's restitution of a coin, which, though counterfeit, he would probably have managed to pass, but this chapter will throw some light on his mysterious conduct.
When he made a sudden exit from Mrs.Barclay's house, upon the appearance of the squire and his friend, he did not leave the premises, but posted himself at a window, slightly open, of the room in which the widow received her new visitors.

He listened with a smile to the squire's attempt to force Mrs.Barclay to sell her house.
"He's a sly old rascal!" thought the tramp.

"I'll put a spoke in his wheel." When the squire and his wife's cousin left the house, the tramp followed at a little distance.

Not far from the squire's handsome residence Kirk left him, and the tramp then came boldly forward.
"Good-evenin'," he said familiarly.
Squire Davenport turned sharply, and as his eye fell on the unprepossessing figure, he instinctively put his hand in the pocket in which he kept his wallet.
"Who are you ?" he demanded apprehensively.
"I ain't a thief, and you needn't fear for your wallet," was the reply.
"Let me pass, fellow! I can do nothing for you." "We'll see about that!" "Do you threaten me ?" asked Squire Davenport, in alarm.
"Not at all; but I've got some business with you--some important business." "Then call to-morrow forenoon," said Davenport, anxious to get rid of his ill-looking acquaintance.
"That won't do; I want to leave town tonight." "That's nothing to me." "It may be," said the tramp significantly.

"I want to speak to you about the husband of the woman you called on to-night." "The husband of Mrs.Barclay! Why, he is dead!" ejaculated the squire, in surprise.
"That is true.