Little marks made by the end of Moore's crutch! Wade grinned then like a wolf showing his fangs.

And the vitals of a wolf could no more strongly have felt the instinct to rend.
For Wade, the cloud on his horizon spread and darkened, gathered sinister shape of storm, harboring lightning and havoc.

It was the cloud in his mind, the foreshadowing of his soul, the prophetic sense of like to like.

Where he wandered there the blight fell! * * * * * Significant was the fact that Belllounds hired new men.

Bludsoe had quit.