Jack Dumont! That was the name of Sally Dows cousin of whom Champney had spoken! He had resolutely put aside from his returning memory the hazy recollection of the young girl's voice--the last thing he had heard that night--and the mystery that seemed to surround it.

But there was no delusion in this cousin--his rival, and that of the equally deceived Champney.

He controlled himself and repeated coldly:-- "Jack Dumont!" "Yes.

But of course you knew nothing of all that, while you were off in the swamp there.

Yet, by Jingo! it was Dumont's shooting Higbee that helped YOU to get off your nigger a darned sight more than YOUR killing the dogs." "I don't understand," returned Courtland coldly.
"Well, you see, Dumont, who had taken up No'th'n principles, I reckon, more to goad the Higbees and please Sally Dows than from any conviction, came over here that night.