law seemed vague and uncertain. They preferred their own methods. A well-loaded gun, a sure aim, and a few months of hiding among relatives and friends until the vigilance of the emissaries of the law had subsided was the rule with them. Thus had Frale’s father twice escaped either prison or the rope, and during the last four years of his life he had never once ventured from his mountain home for a day at the settlements below; while among his friends his prowess and his skill in evading pursuit were his glory.

Now it was Frale’s thought to dare the worst, — to walk to the station like any village youth, buy his ticket, and take the train for Carew’s Crossing, and from there make his way to his haunt while yet Giles Teasley was taking his first sleep.