I suppose I ought to pity their dupes, but they should have enough sense to see that these men are their worst enemies.
It will be a bright day for the Rollo Mills and for Bardstown when they are well rid of them." The superintendent did not pause to think where he was going when he stepped into the open air.

The cold wind struck his face and a few fine particles touched his cheek.

The sky had partly cleared, so that he could see the fine coating of snow around him, but after all, very little had fallen.
"If I can keep the path," he thought, "I will reach the village, but that is no easy matter--ah! there it is again." The peculiar odor that had mystified him before was in the air.

He recalled that Hugh and Tom had made an allusion to it that he did not understand.
"It may come from their chimney and be caused by something burning; but I looked closely at the wood on the hearth and saw nothing else." A natural impulse led him, after walking a few rods, to look behind him.

He had heard nothing, but knowing the surly mood of the couple, he thought it probable they might follow him.
The door of the cabin, was drawn wide open and the form of a man stood out to view, as if stamped with ink on the flaming background made by the fire beyond.