n a little dark heap at his feet just as he had struck her down-the cri

-curse her! My God! the girl is actually dying." Then, through his half-dazed brain came the

through the inky darkness as best he could to the barroom, where he k

his crime had quite so

s he made his way quickly to his friend's side. A few rapid words wh

get out of here without a moment's delay. The cabman must go with us,

uttered his companion, huskily, "your brain is

," went on Halloran. "She must

h her?" returned the other, sharply. "I tel

she came by her death. I have a desperate plan. I cannot explain it to you now. All I say is,

r hands, Halloran,"

bank notes was pressed into his hands as the price of his complying with their demand-a sum that would more than cover the

ow he came by the money to buy that outfit-and as it was done in

es to tell it the coach

le up to the room above, found the girl lying in the exact spot his companion had described, and, catching

ispered the other in a strained,

n, briefly, jumping in and

ade no attempt to break it, his companion leaned over, asking breathle

ind, and it is a knotty one. I must have more t

tandstill, and both of the men within heard their driver's voi

ave been scouring the country about to find her," gasped the fraudulent Lester A

t, whoever it is can share the girl's fate," and with these w

the matte

ld grave digger, who says he lives hereabouts, somewhere. He's half frozen with the cold tramping about. I told him '

; and, without waiting for a reply, he was out of the coach like a flash, and his hand wa

"we have a little work which you of all persons

the tall gentleman before him in som

ss, sir, if I answer that I do n

ar to you, in as plain English as I can comm

ing his old ears were not serving him tru

said," returned

old Adam, "this

id it was?" cut in

very limb, his brain too bewildered to try to reason out the meaning of this

ver from his pocket, and placed it at Adam's

life will pay the forfeit. I give

at in all the after years of his life Adam alway

till, life was sweet to him, ah, very sweet. He had a good wife and little bairns a

ve dug by the roadside on this terrible night? Whom did

ng rapidly through his brain,

nd now as I command you, or will you prefer that the next passer-by

s gleaming pitilessly upon him as he uttered the words, and he reali

nger of death still closer to the throbbing brow

tammered

ou need not make it the regulation depth-three feet or such a matter will answer. Begin without delay. I will also add that

by the light from the carriage lamp began his work on the spot poi

nd the frozen ground yielded quickly to the strokes of his trusty spade, and surely the faint moon, glimmering from between

he perspiration pouring

the cold steel of the revolver was pressed to his throbbing brow, and the hars