I--I saw him from below, and crept up behind but he turned around just as I struck." "Who was he ?" "I never saw his face.

He hit me first." "He was at that window, you say ?" "Yes; kneelin' down like he was lookin' into the room.

Oh, Lord!" Lacy crunched over to the side of the shack, and bent down to get a better view.

His fingers came in contact with the knife which upheld the sash, and he plucked it out, holding it up into the beam of light passing through the rent in the torn curtain.

He stared at the curiously carved handle intently.
"This is certainly hell," he said soberly.