He swung his rifle to his shoulder, and moved, with a long stride, toward
the nearest point of woods.
Vaulting a fence, he crossed a bit of clearing and entered a clump of
trees.
Here he paused and looked back.
The strange horseman had halted at the cottage, and was conversing with
Victoria.
Bordine saw him lift his hat politely, and knew that it was no tramp this
time who craved favor at the cottage.
"I don't think the girl will require my presence this time," muttered the
young engineer.
She did, however, as the sequel proved.
Bordine, whistling softly, turned away and plunged deeply into the
forest.
CHAPTER II.
MURDER.
For several hours August Bordine scoured the woods in search of game. His
hunt proved unsuccessful, however, and with weary limbs and anything but
pleasant mood he retraced his steps.
At length he stood in the road within sight of the Vane cottage.
Everything looked quiet and peaceful about the place.
No smoke curled up from the kitchen chimney, although the sun was low in
the western heavens.
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