As he considered the situation, he walked more and more slowly until he paused in front of Swallow's house.

Every one had assured him that since General Jackson's time the town and county had changelessly voted the good old Democratic ticket.

Here at least the rights of property would be respected, and there would be no lawless city mobs to make the restoration of a slave difficult.

The brick house and ill-kept garden before which he paused looked unattractive.

Beside the house a one-storey wooden office bore the name "Henry W.Swallow, Attorney-at-law." There was neither bell nor knocker.